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"Sooo yeah, that's how it all went down." I'm finally done explaining.

Riley still has her eyebrows raised, a lollipop stuck in her mouth.

I pop another cherry into my mouth, feeling the sour and sweet juice spread onto my tongue as I bite into it.

"Let me get this straight," Riley says, sliding her lollipop out of her pouty lips with a pop sound, "One day you're telling me that you don't like British Boy at all and the next day...you kissed the fuck out of him?"

I nod. "Pretty much so."

She scrunches her face at me. "So you're like...actually dating?"

"Yup."

"Like an actual real relationship?" She questions.

"Yeah."

She still looks confused. "For real?"

I sigh. "Yes, Riley."

"You know now you can't fuck other guys, right?"

I close my eyes in half annoyance, half weariness. "Yes, Riley. I know how a relationship works,"

"That's what! You know how a relationship works that's why you've been avoiding it!" She slaps my arm. "Are you telling me you're actually sticking to one dick and you're okay with that? Have you even seen his dick before committing to him?"

A few people passing by in the school hallway glance at us at Riley's words. I'm hoping they don't understand what she's saying. That'll create another mess that I'll have to spend my time in taking care of.

This reaction is expected from Riley though since she knows me too well. My past self would've been asking the same questions to me.

"Nope." I answer. "He has really long fingers though." I wink.

Her face is still scrunched up in confusion as if she can't wrap her mind around it.

"Are you actually Holly?" She finally asks.

"I am." I say.

"Prove it."

I raise my eyebrows. "What do you want me to do?"

"Make out with me." She demands.

"Uh...I kinda can't do that now." I state.

"The real Holly would've done it in an instant." She crosses her arms.

"Do you know how a relationship works?" I question her.

She puts her lollipop back in her mouth, frowning at me and grumbles. "You're such a bitch, getting into relationships just like that out of the blue. Am I gonna be the hoe between us now? What happened to being hoes for life?"

I laugh, putting another cherry into my mouth.

"What happened to the guy with the salad name?" I ask.

"Cale." She shrugs. "Fucked him that night at the party and figured he isn't really worth my time."

I pause. "What do you mean?"

Riley rolls the stick of her lollipop in her mouth. "I guess I just needed another feel of that dick. We hooked up that night and that's it."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "That's it?"

She nods.

"You got jealous because he was making out with someone else and practically staked your claim over him in front of his friends," I recite. "And now you're saying that's it?"

"Pretty much. I guess I wanted to hook up with him once more to get him out of my system and guess what?" She grins. "It worked. He's out of my system and now I'm a free woman once again."

A sudden paranoia comes over me.

What if the only reason I like Castle is because I want something from him and the moment I get it, I lose interest in him?

What if after a few kisses I decide that he's not that special anymore and I want to move on to other guys?

No. no. no. What the fuck am I thinking?

I don't think about Castle that way. I genuinely like him, and I know it one hundred percent.

I haven't even thought of any other guy after getting with Castle.

But it's only been three days since I got him.

Nope. No. Stop it.

Riley's confusing me with her own stuff. I do not like Castle just because I want his dick or anything from him.

I only want him.

Pure and simple Castle.

I want his blushes, his embarrassed looks, his annoyed tone. I want to see him everyday and bother the fuck out of him because for some reason it makes me happy when he snaps at me.

I look at Riley, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You better stop putting shit in my head."

She blinks. "What did I do?"

"I genuinely like Castle." I state.

"That shit sounds so fucking weird from your mouth." She cringes.

I hit her shoulder.

I do like Castle. My fists clench with determination. I can change myself and be serious about this. It wouldn't be fair to Castle if I didn't. If I can't be serious about our relationship then I'm the one who's fucking undeserving.

I genuinely like Castle and I'm ready to prove it to anyone who questions me. Even myself.

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My fingers are tapping the beat of a song against my thigh when Castle finally walks out of the school.

He spots me and switches his direction to walk towards me.

"You don't have to walk home every day for my sake," He says.

"You can always carry me in your arms if you're concerned about my feet." I suggest.

"Don't be stupid." He mutters, turning away from me and starting to walk.

"Oh right. I don't think your skinny arms can lift me." I note, speed-walking to catch up and fall in step with him.

He narrows his eyes at me. "I'm thin but not weak."

"I didn't mean that. I meant that I might be kinda heavy."

His eyes look me up and down, assessing me.

"I guess so." He mumbles.

"You're actually agreeing?" I blink in shock.

He shrugs.

I stare at him.

"Do you think I'm fat?"

He stumbles and stammers. "I-I didn't mean that."

I furrow my eyebrows and look down at my stomach. I don't have the flattest stomach like how Riley or the other cheerleaders do, but I never saw it as a problem.

"Do you think I need to lose weight?" I look at Castle.

A troubled look comes on Castle as if he doesn't know how to answer that.

Why does he look troubled?

Does he really think I need to lose weight?

Am I going to just because he thinks so? Obviously not. I'm never gonna change myself for a guy.

But then...

"Change the topic." Castle begs. "Please."

I gaze down at my stomach for a while before finally looking up at him. "There's a game next week. Football match."

He raises an eyebrow. "So?"

"Come. I'm gonna be cheerleading for our team."

"Right," he says, before thinking. "I guess...I could come."

I smile. "You'll get to see me cheer in the flesh."

He nods.

We walk in silence for a while before a nagging thought comes to my mind.

"We need to do stuff together." I voice out.

He looks down at me. "What stuff?"

"Wanna go on a date with me?"

He widens his eyes. "Right now?"

"Obviously not, silly." I laugh. "We'll fix a date and I'll come pick you up."

"Am I not supposed to be the one who picks you up?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"That's old." I comment. "And boring. I'll pick you and I'm gonna pay for the dinner too."

"But—"

"I'm taking you on a date so I'm paying." I say in a tone that leaves no room for arguments.

"Fine." He grumbles. "But I get to do the same next time." He declares.

"Deal." I hold out my hand for a fist bump.

He stares at my hand for a couple of beats as if he doesn't know what to do. As if a switch flipped on his brain, he quickly brings up his fist and bumps it against mine, awkwardly.

He goes to put his hand back down but before he gets the chance to, I grab it yank him towards me. His body stumbles into mine and he makes a low sound at the back of his throat. The urge to hear it again drives into me.

Figuring this isn't the best position, I push him against a nearby wall, my hands sliding up to the back of his neck.

He widens his eyes. "What are you—"

I slam my lips against his, silencing him. He jerks in surprise but when my tongue invades his mouth, he melts under my touch like butter.

My lips lap over his as if I'm starving. His breath gets lost in mine. Needing more closure, I press my body to his, feeling the warmth radiate from him. His hands come over my waist, slowly sliding them around me.

I take his bottom lip between my teeth, licking the soft delicate skin. He groans and it drives me crazy, hearing that sound coming from the depths of his throat.

"Holly—" He moans.

"I've wanted to do this all day." I rasp, pressing my mouth over his.

It isn't enough. I still want more. More closure.

"Hoist me up." I breath.

He swallows before his hands slide down over my hips and to the back of my thighs. He hikes up one leg of mine over his hip and before I know it my legs are wrapped around his waist.

"Flip us around."

He does and now I'm the one against the wall with him holding me up. I put my arms around his neck and pull him towards me, smashing my lips once again on his. Heat courses through my body when his groin presses into my center driving me even crazier.

I rub myself against him, my center aching with need all of a sudden.

My tongue glides across Castle's lips before I take his warm skin between my teeth and bite.

"Holly—" he whimpers "—too much."

I force myself to go slow but damnit it feels too good. Really good. Castle's body trembles beneath mine and I finally pull myself back.

We're both breathing hard, our chests heaving as we fill our lungs back with oxygen.

My eyes dart over Castle's face. His cheeks are bright red, matching his swollen red lips. He's looking at me with wide eyes as if he can't believe what we just did.

"Looks like you can lift me after all." I breathe out, still catching my breath.

"You made me make out with you in public." A horrified look comes on his face and before I know it, he jumps away from me without any warning.

"Hey!" I yell when my body loses support of the wall and I almost go banging my head to the ground. I quickly tighten my arms and legs around Castle before I fall.

He unlatches my arms from his neck and bends a little so I can stand again.

Once I'm safely standing on the ground, I bring up my fist and punch his arm. "Stop doing that!"

"Anyone could've seen us!" He hisses.

"No one's here!" I yell.

"Give me warning next time!"

"Don't act as if you didn't enjoy it."

"I-I—stop being so cocky!"

"What are you yelling at me for? You almost dropped me. I'm supposed to be yelling at you!"

"You already are!" He huffs.

"Get used to me already because you have a lot of female contact coming from my side." I warn him.

He grabs the hem of his hoodie, fiddling with it. "I'm trying."

I frown at him. "Why are you like this?"

"Why are you like that?" He fires back.

"Baby, I'm perfect." I declare, proudly.

"That's why you needed to get Botox every week."

I gasp. "You did not just say that."

He holds up his chin. I don't have a drop of Botox in me. 

"I'm telling mama Camille about this."

"Don't!" He latches onto my wrist.

I grin, evilly. "Ooo, scared of your mommy?"

"Shut up."

"Big boy Castle is scared of his mommy?" I continue teasing.

"I'll send screenshots of your private Instagram photos to your dad."

"Don't. You. Dare." I narrow my eyes.

He looks smug.

My parents don't mind me posting a picture of me in a bikini, but there are some moments where I long to post thirst-traps that I do not want my parents to see. I have a separate account with all my thirst-traps and sexy photos.

"I guess we both won fair and square with this argument." I state.

"Hardly." He mutters.

"You need to loosen up more around me." I nudge his arm with my elbow, picking up my bag that I now realize I had thrown onto the street before pouncing on Castle.

"Give me time." He mumbles, looking embarrassed.

I nearly kiss him again.

Instead I settle for gently taking his hand in mine.

He stiffens slightly but quickly relaxes.

"I should learn how to go slow," I say.

"But that's not you."

I fucking know that. I've always been the type of person to fuck first then get to know the person. Majority of the times I don't even remember the person's name or bother asking it.

But with Castle...

"If you're going to take time to relax around me then I'm going to try to slow down too." I assure him.

He bites his bottom lip before giving a single nod.

"Let's go home now," I say.

With Castle's hand grasped firmly in mine, we start walking again.

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These two are gonna get really cute! I'm excited to publish the next part!

Words: 2,200

Date of publishing: 4th May 2023