I closed my locker and turned toward Aliza. I didn’t know what to do. It was a mess. I was back in school, sure. Mrs. Kim still didn’t want me kissing her daughter, though. The problem was I didn’t want to stop kissing her, and I was pretty sure Aliza was having trouble keeping her hands off me, too.

I was ready to fuck her in the stairwell the other day. Maybe I should have except. I didn’t know what the punishment for that one would be.

I didn’t know what to do at this point.

“So what? Do we sneak out of here today?” Aliza asked, frustrated enough.

I heaved a sigh and leaned against my locker as I reached out and tucked her hair back. “Do you think we could get away with it? Just telling Kels to take the bus, I mean?”

She shrugged as she stood up from the locker. “Oh, she'd be pissed. But… yeah,” Aliza said, barely meeting my eyes. It would be hard for Kels to get jealous, right? She woke me up this morning with her lips around me.

I smiled at the thought. She would be pissed if I told her to ride the bus. She'd get over it, though. Maybe. “I'll tell her know to catch the bus,” I said.

Aliza fell back against the lockers with a sigh; she pressed her back against them as she closed her eyes. “Is it wrong that I feel bad?” she asked. “Like I'm just tired of sneaking kisses in the hallway. And, let’s face it, she gets you any time she wants. I’m feeling left out here.”

I nodded. “I can get that,” I said. “Would it make you feel better to know that I’m impatient, too?”

She smiled and shrugged. “Maybe a little.” She closed in on me and came to my ear. “Do you want to know what would make me feel even better, though?”

“What’s that?”

She closed her eyes. “You, fucking me like I’m the only woman in your world.”

I smiled softly. “I think I can do that.”

“You fucking better, because I’ll tell you, that dildo your mom got me just isn’t cutting it.”

I blushed. “I’ll fuck you, Aliza, and I’ll love you, too.” I reached out and touched her arm. “Also be careful with that dildo, I can’t compete with that.”

“Oh, shut up,” Aliza said, smiling. She smacked me on my chest. “I'll see you later?”

I nodded. “I'll see you.”

***

We put Kelly on the bus.

She did not handle it well. She was on the phone with Mom before she even got on, and I was certain that I would have to deal with that later.

Right now, though, it was hard for me to care as I thew the car into park in an old parking lot and turned off the engine. I’d been fighting to keep focused despite Aliza “warming up” in the passenger seat.

Dammit.

She jumped me.

She kissed me the moment the engine stopped. She reached out, grabbed my shirt, and hauled me over the center console. The taste of her struck my lips, and I kissed her back.

I smacked my head off the roof as I tried to get over the console. I kissed her harder and fell onto her as I tried to pull her closer to me.

Aliza screamed as I took her down with me, and her head smacked off the door.

“Fuck,” she screamed.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Ugh,” she complained, pressing her hand to the back of her head. “This is why we should take the back seat.” She chuckled, and I kissed her again.

“Back seat?”

She nodded quickly, squinching her eyes. “Back seat.”

I chuckled as I sat up, bumping my head on the roof again, twisting the rearview mirror as I climbed between the seats—it seemed faster somehow. I threw the front seats up as far as they would go to give us what room I could manage.

Aliza climbed through right behind me. She fell into my arms as she climbed between the seats, and she screamed again as I pulled her through. She laughed as I pulled her against me.

“Much better,” I said.

“Oh, thank God,” she said, and we settled onto a space between the seats.

She rose and kissed me. There was nothing in the way now, no console, no parents, no Kels. Nothing was keeping me from her, and nothing was poking me.

I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. I kissed her harder.

It wasn’t fair that we had been kept from each other. It was just a stupid fight. It wasn’t worth this, but I had her now. Our stolen moment here in the backseat of the car. I tasted her like I hadn’t since that stolen moment in the stairwell.

She was a breath of fresh air, so different from Kelly or Lynn. This was our homecoming, and her lips sent a thrill through me.

She poured herself into the kiss, pulling me closer. She was right, sneaking spare moments in the hall was not enough when we needed each other like this.

I tasted her lips, and then my tongue was against hers. She ground her body against mine and moaned into my mouth.

My hands were on her. She was soft under my touch. I ran my hands up her back and kept kissing her, kept taking her in.

I shook.

“Mmm,” Aliza moaned as I reached around her and pulled her closer. I pressed my hands beneath her shirt and touched her clear skin.

Her shirt clung to her. The hem of her jeans was snug, and I couldn’t reach beneath her belt.

She chucked as she kissed me again, then reached down, wrapped her fingertips around the hem of her shirt and lifted. The fabric rolled over my hands, and our kiss broke for only a brief moment as she lifted it off. Her hands struck the roof as she tossed it to the side.

I didn’t give her body but the briefest look. I took her in with my hands, taking in the shape of her, the topography of her form against my body. It sent a shock and a thrill through me.

I kept going. I kept kissing her, kept touching her.

The dense fabric of her bra pressed against my chest, and I reached up her back. It was a quick thing; I struck the band. I’d been trained in it at this point; Lynn wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Mmm,” she moaned, and I took a deep breath.

The clasp came undone with a pinch of my fingers.

Aliza didn’t miss a beat. She didn’t stop kissing me. She hollowed out and removed the straps from her arms.

Her breasts spilled free and fell against me.

I shook as I pulled her closer; her chest was soft, warm.

“You’re overdressed,” Aliza said, kissing me once more.

“What?”

“You're overdressed.” She didn’t waste her breath on another beat. She pressed her hands against me. She wrapped her hands around my shirt. “Get this off,” she said as she lifted.

She struck the roof of the car once more as she threw it to the floor.

“Oh, that’s better,” I said. The heat from her chest spilled into me, and now there was no barrier.

She took a deep breath, stretching. I rose with her and then we fell. I placed her against the seat.

“Ow,” Aliza complained.

I flinched back. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, just this damn seatbelt catch thing.” She shifted slightly, then wrapped her hands around my head and pulled closer.

I pressed my hand between our bodies, and I kept kissing her. I wrapped a hand around a pert breast.

Aliza chuckled and ran her hands down my back.

I pressed my hand down her body and between her legs. Heat spilled through her jeans as her body responded to my touch. The denim grew damp.

Aliza gasped, and our kiss broke.

I kissed the hollow of her neck, and then I kissed her chest. I played with her full breasts, and she breathed into it, looking down at me as I kissed her body.

I squeezed her breasts and then she let out a soft breath as I took a breast into my mouth. Her nipples were hard, and I twisted my tongue around her areola.

Aliza wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me down to her. I opened my mouth wider, taking in the taste of her skin as I sucked on her.

Aliza’s eyes closed, and her chest heaved as she pressed against me.

I pressed between her legs harder, rubbing her, and she gasped.

She was so warm and wet.

I flicked my tongue across her nipple once more and then rose off her with a pop! A thin trail of saliva led from my lips to her nipple until it broke. I pressed my fingertip around her areola, rubbing it in. Then, taking a deep breath, I looked down at her, taking in the shape of her. I rested, and as she looked back up at me.

“What?”

“Nothing, just….”

She smiled as she reached up and touched my face. I looked into her eyes.

“Just kiss me, won’t you?” Aliza said, and I chuckled as I fell upon her once more. My lips touched hers as my fingertips brushed down her body.

She reached down, and the leather of her belt struck me as she began to undo it. The buckle jingled as she pulled it apart.

I kept kissing her as I fell to the floor and drew closer to her. She fought with the clasp on her jeans as I pressed my fingertips beneath the hem of the fabric, and then under the hem of her panties. I kept kissing her. I pressed my hand over her mound and then she gasped as I dipped my fingers into her honeypot.

Aliza reached around my head as she pressed through her body, pressed through her hips and pressed against my hand.

Fuck, she was so wet. Her juices were warm against my hand, and I pressed my fingertips through her slit. They squelched as I pressed into her hole.

“Mmm,” Aliza moaned and ground her hips against my hand. “Get, these, off,” she begged between each kiss.

I pressed against her bead, and she moaned into my mouth once more. She hooked her thumbs over her jeans and pressed. She lifted her hips from the seat and pressed her jeans from her hips.

“Get me out of this,” she said, squirming. She kicked off her shoes and they thud against the window. She sprang up, fighting to get her legs free, then her jeans fell to the floor.

“Fuck,” she muttered falling back to the seat. Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath. Her breasts spilled over her chest and she looked up at me, smiling.

“What?” she said.

I shook my head, just taking the moment, taking her in. “Nothing….” Too cute.

I fell upon her and kissed her hard. I hooked two fingers into her body and pressed my palm against her mound, operating her hole like a clutch.

“Mmm…” she moaned. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me down to her.

My fingers splashed into her, and she fell back, gasping. Her chest heaved, and her body tightened around my fingers.

“Oh, my God. Fuck. Kiss me, Jessy. Kiss me.”

I was nearly on top of her as I kissed her. Her chest, her breasts, she was so perfectly soft, and she began to grind her hips in time with my thrusting into her.

I stuffed a third finger into her wet hole, and she moaned hard.

Her chest heaved, and she pulled the breath free of my body. I fought her. I wanted her, but I wanted to breathe, too.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Aliza moaned. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”

Her juices spilled from her as she moaned hard, and an orgasm crashed over her. Her body writhed as she reached out with her legs. Her heel struck my back.

I kept kissing her. She pulled the breath from my body as her nails dug into my head. I fought her for the breath between us as I kept thrusting into her, splashing through her spilling juices.

I pulled my fingers free of her body and then fell to my knees. I pressed my face between her thighs before the orgasm could subside from her body. I tasted her, plunging my tongue into her hole.

Aliza moaned as she fell back, and the orgasm, the electricity, began to ebb from her fingertips. Each wave was an aftershock through her body. I took in each twitch of her thighs and pressed my tongue through her slit.

“Fuck, you taste good.” She was so wet and her nectar fell onto my tongue.

“Mmm…” Aliza moaned. “Let me. Give me,” she breathed the words, and I held my wet fingers to her lips. She wrapped her mouth around them, sucking them clean, taking in her juices. She fell back as she finished, giving me my hand back.

I wrapped my hands around her hips and pulled her against my mouth.

“Mmm,” I moaned, and opened my mouth wider. I plunged my tongue into her hole, taking in her nectar straight from the source.

Aliza moaned as she wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me into her, taking deep breaths. She breathed into it as her hips rose.

I pressed my tongue through her slit and then wrapped it around her bead. I sucked on her, gently taking in the sound of her breath leaving her body, taking in the way her nails dug into me, and the way her thighs shook around me.

“Mmm…” I moaned once more.

“Oh, my god.”

Her juices dripped from her body as she reached up and wrapped her hands around her breasts, teasing her nipples.

She breathed, her chest heaved, and her nectar dripped onto my tongue.

I wrapped my arms around her hips and lifted her up. I rose higher onto my knees and took her into my mouth. I licked her, and she gasped as I twisted my tongue over her taint.

“Oh my god,” Aliza moaned.

I pressed my tongue against her asshole, and kept licking her.

I looked up, looked over her. Her hands were wrapped around her breasts. Her eyes were wide and her mouth rested agape.

I flattened out my tongue and drove it over her taint and then through her slit. I twisted around her clit once more.

“Oh, my god! Yes, Jessy,” Aliza moaned. She drove her fingers through my hair, not really looking at me as she breathed into each flick of my tongue.

Her juices grew sweeter as they fell to my tongue, and her hips shook. I kept taking in her juices as I watched her eyes.

I pressed my tongue through her slit, dipping into her honeypot again. I kept pressing down through her, pressing over her taint and twisting around her asshole.

Aliza’s hands wrapped around my head and pulled me harder against her. I turned my tongue around the rim of her ass as she whined.

“Mmm, fuck….” She moaned.

I pulled her harder against my mouth, taking in the sound of her breath as it shook free of her body. I reached and pressed my fingertips against her clit.

“Oh, oh….”

Aliza’s eyes flashed open, her mouth fell agape as she crunched upward and met my eye. Her legs shook.

“Just like that. Just like that. Oh my god. Just like that. I’m cumming. Fuck!” Aliza screamed as she popped and her juices spilled from her body.

I licked her up, taking every drop that I could. I pressed my tongue through her slit as her thighs shook around my head.

“Oh my god!” Aliza shouted, pressing into me as the waves coursed through her. “Yes, fuck.” She ground her hips against my mouth.

I pressed my tongue straight into her dripping hole as her orgasm rocked through her. Her hands tightened around my head as she pulled into me, wrenching me.

Slowly, her shaking began to falter. Her breath hitched as aftershocks struck her. The last vestiges seemed to leave her body through her fingertips as she clutched once more at my head, digging into my scalp.

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

She pulled back, drawing her legs closer to her body, and then fell to the floor in front of me.

She didn’t give me a chance. I wasn’t sure she gave it a thought as she pressed against me and kissed me hard.

Her tongue touched my lips, and I kissed her back, letting her taste her sex.

She pressed her body against mine. I took in the softness of her breasts, and she kept pressing into me. She wrapped her hands around my belt, fighting with it.

She undid the belt and then the clasp on my jeans. She pulled, and the floor slid out from under me, throwing me back.

I lost contact.

There wasn’t room. I couldn’t catch myself. Thud! My head smacked off the doorjamb, and winced.

“Fuck.”

I wasn’t sure if the moment had struck Aliza. Her hands wrapped around my cock and I moaned now as she gave it a long stroke.

Her breath was on me, and then her lips wrapped around me.

“Oh my god,” I moaned as her tongue wrapped around my length. She sucked on me, lathering me with her saliva. She took me deep into her mouth, and the head of my cock brushed the back of her throat.

I moaned as she plunged my length into her throat.

A gasp left my body, and she held herself there, gagging over me. My breath hitched, and she came off me for only a moment. She pressed her hair back over her ear and then went down on me once more, following the trail of her thick saliva.

She twisted her tongue around my sensitive head.

She pressed her hair back once more, then, pressing her tongue against the base of my cock, she rode all the way up my length, twisted her tongue around me, and through my hole, wicking the pre-cum from my tip. She came off me with a pop!

“Oh, God, I need it inside me. I need it, Jessy,” Aliza begged. She drew in closer and then pressed her body against mine, working herself over me. She pressed my head back down to the doorjamb.

I winced. “Fuck… We need to get back onto the seat.”

Aliza chuckled. “Mmm, I’m feeling kind of cramped down here.”

I kicked off my shoes, throwing them against the door, and worked my jeans down from my legs as I sat up and hauled myself back into the seat.

Aliza didn’t stop. She pulled a band from her wrist and tied her hair back before she climbed on top of me.

Her lips touched mine as she pressed her body against me. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and I took in their heat. She straddled me and her wet slit brushed my length.

“Oh, fuck,” I swore, looking up at her.

She pressed her hands against my chest, digging in, as she pressed her body up. She looked down at me and brushed a stray hair back from her face.

She stared into my eyes as she fell. She thrust down on me, and my head fell back.

“Oh my god,” I moaned.

Aliza gasped as she fell into a rhythm and began to ride.

The car rocked, and she looked down; her eyes met mine. Each breath she drew came to her in a gasp.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Aliza moaned. “Fuck, I need this. Oh, fuck yes.”

I reached out and wrapped my hands around her hips, as I took in her gaze and bouncing breasts. Her juices dripped down my length. They splashed against my belly as she worked me.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, taking each bounce of her body. I took in the way her chest heaved with each breath. I took in the way her breasts swayed with each bounce. A bead of sweat dripped through her cleavage.

“Mmm….” She moaned. Her chest heaved as she moved her hands and pressed them against my chest. She leaned over me. She clutched with her nails, digging into my chest. “Oh, so good, baby. So good.”

“Oh, you like that? Is that what you need, baby?”

“Oh my god, yes. This is what I needed. Mmm, do you like it, baby?”

“Oh, fuck it’s so good.”

“Mmm, better than that mommy pussy?” Aliza bit her lip as she continued to bounce on top of me.

“Oh, fuck, don’t bring her into this,” I said. I didn’t want to think about Lynn or Kelly. I just wanted her, Aliza.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby.” She breathed into it as she fell closer to me. Her breasts pressed against my chest. She was soft as she thrust down onto my cock. She kissed me and I ran my hands up her body, pulling her closer to me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I kissed her. I tasted her as she fought to pull the air from my chest.

Her chest heaved against mine.

Her tongue pressed against my lips, pressed against my tongue, and I tasted her.

She thrust down my length, splashing through her juices.

Her body tightened as she raised her arms and ran her fingers through my hair.

She moaned into my mouth as she thrust down with her hips.

“Mmm…” she moaned and thrust down upon me harder. I met each of her thrusts and pressed deeper into her.

Her juices splashed against my skin.

She broke our kiss, and her breath came in a heave as she fought to capture it. Her body pulled at mine. The walls of her being pulled at me, fighting to milk me.

“Oh my god,” I moaned.

“Oh! Oh!” Aliza shouted. She pressed her cheek against my shoulder as she fought to breathe. Her thrust slowed as she shook.

“Oh!” She shook again. “Oh my god!” She moaned once more as the orgasm crashed through her.

She whined as I thrust into her. I drove into her as the orgasm coursed through her body that contracted around me. Her breathing began to calm. The shaking in her frame began to subside, and she breathed. A deep breath, and she settled. She moved her hands to my shoulders and lifted herself off me so slightly and kissed me.

“Fuck, I love you.” She kissed me again. “I love you, Jessy.” She kissed me again.

“Oh, I love you, too.”

“Mmm,” she moaned, pressing her body against mine.

“Come here,” I said. I ran my fingers against her body, her soft skin. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her once more, gently this time.

“I want you,” Aliza said.

I scooted, fighting to stay on the seat. I didn’t want us both falling to the floor.

Aliza turned with me, brushing against the upholstery. “Ow,” She complained as I scooted her onto her back.

“Sorry, are you okay?”

She chuckled softly as she reached up and touched my cheek. “Just shut up,” she said. “Just shut up.”

I chuckled as I fell on her. I kissed her once, and then I kissed her again. She smiled as she wrapped her legs and arms around me, pulling at me as though to pull herself into me.

I pressed my length into her body, and she gasped, clutching at me tighter.

I pulled out of her, and her breath shook as it left her body. I pressed into her once more.

“Oh my god, yes,” Aliza moaned, taking my length deep inside her body. “Fuck, come here. Come here.”

I thrust into her, and she moaned once more as she grabbed my face and kissed me.

Her breath pulled at mine as I thrust into her tight body. She pulled the air free of my chest, and I fought her for it.

My balls were tight against me as I gave her my steely length.

I wanted to cum deep inside her, fill her.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh, give it to me, Jessy. Give it to me.”

I thrust into her, trying to catch my breath as my body tightened. I wanted to cum. I wanted to fill her body.

I kissed her once more, taking her in, pulling the heat from her soft chest. I pressed into her. Her juices covered me, slathering my length as I thrust into her soft body.

Aliza gasped as she dug her nails into my body, into my back. Her body heaved against mine, and I pressed the breath from her body.

“Oh my god,” Aliza gasped.

She reached down, reached between us, and pressed her hand against her pussy.

Her nails brushed against me as I thrust into her, and she rubbed her fingertips against her clit.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m cumming,” Aliza moaned.

I pressed into her once more.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Aliza screamed. Her body heaved as she gasped, fighting to fill her chest. Her body pulled at mine, fighting to milk my cock.

Her body won.

“Fuck!” I shouted as my cock pumped hard, and I spilled my load into her hot, wet, willing receptacle. I thrust into her and, as I pulled out, my cock was slathered in her juices and in cum, and I pressed into her once more.

I fell against her and kissed her hard as her body drew me in. I took in her lips as she pulled at me and drew the air from my chest, from my lungs.

“Oh my god,” I said, taking a breath.

Aliza looked up at me and smiled. “Oh, my god, I needed that. I needed that.” She breathed deep, taking it in.

I fell to the floor and rested my head against the door, taking a breath. Taking in the shape of her, the sheen of sweat that covered her body.

Aliza moaned as she got her hands under her body and lifted herself up, leaning back against the door.

Her body shuddered as she reached down and placed her hand between her legs. She dipped her fingers into her honeypot and lifted my cum onto her fingertips before licking them clean. She took it in, the mingling of her nectar and my cum.

“Want to taste?” she asked, meeting my eyes.

I just smiled, shaking my head. “I think I’ll be good, but thanks.”

She smiled as her head fell back against the window. “Fuck, thank you, Jessy.”

“Any time,” I said, and we both chuckled. “Come here,” I said. I shifted my body and closed in on her. I kissed her once and then kissed her again.

“I love you, Aliza,” I said, pressing my head against hers.

“I know,” she said and brushed her nails down my back. “I love you, too. Fuck, why can’t this just be forever?”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

She shook her head. “It’s not your fault.” She took a deep breath. “Where the fuck are my clothes? I got to get home. Ugh, I don’t want to go home.”

I passed her panties to her, and she snatched them from my hand

“Fucking bullshit,” she complained, getting dressed.

“I’m sorry I socked that asshole, I—”

“He fucking deserved it,” she said, clipping her bra on and adjusting it. “I don’t deserve to have to sneak around with people I love.”

I didn’t know what to say as I scooted onto the bench seat and found my boxers and jeans. I threw my shirt on.

Aliza stepped out of the door, slamming it behind her. It was a short lap around the car before she got back into the passenger seat.

I still didn’t know what to say as I stepped out and got into the driver’s seat.

I slipped the key into the ignition.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Still,” she said as she drew her purse close to her. She shook her head. “Just fucking drive.”

I nodded as I started the car and made my way to the road.

“Oh my god,” Aliza sighed as she pulled the visor down and opened the mirror.

“You okay?”

She nodded quickly as she dug into her purse, pulled out a brush, and pulled it through her hair. “Ow, fuck,” she complained and pressed the back of her head.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, I just… I banging my head against the door harder than I thought,” she said. “I’ll be fine.” She brushed her hair out and then checked her makeup. “Fuck,” she dug into her purse again.

“You look great, Aliza.”

She just turned and looked at me. “No, I look like I’ve just been fucked in the back seat of a car.”

“Well, you were.”

“Yeah, and my mom doesn’t need to know that.”

“That’s why we’re getting you home,” I said.

“God, I don’t want to go home.” She leaned over and pressed her head against my shoulder.

“Fuck, I’d keep you if I could.”

“Mmm, I know, best day ever. Ugh….”

“I don’t know,” I said, smiling. “We’ve had some pretty good sessions, I think. Don’t get me wrong, that was great, but I think we’ve had better.”

She smiled. “Oh, we’ve had better, but fuck I needed that. I missed it. I crave it. I… I just want to be feeling it tomorrow. You know?”

I smiled. I didn’t actually know. She just rolled her eyes.

“Of course, tomorrow, Kelly is going to give you her damn wake-up call.”

“She tells you about that?”

“She doesn’t stop.”

I took a breath. “I’m sorry.”

“You're not that sorry.”

I took a deep breath.

“Why can’t she wake me up in the morning by licking me?” she whined.

I took a breath and hurried down the road. We were late, later than the bus might have dropped her off before. Maybe it would still be okay. As long as I got her home before her mom.

I kept one eye on the clock as we kept moving. She touched up her makeup and ran the brush through her hair, muttering before she sat back and then looked out the window. She glanced at the clock.

“You can slow down. We should be okay.”

I eased up on the gas.

“Give me a little bit more time,” she said, “God, I’m sorry. I just fucking hate this, Jessy.”

My heart broke. “I know. I’m sorry, Aliza.”

I slowed down further as I entered the development where she lived. She pressed her face against the window. The buzz from what felt like only moments ago was fighting to fade away as the thrill was replaced with something different, and it wasn’t anything good.

I put the car into park, and Aliza heaved a sigh. Turning, she leaned over the center console and kissed me.

I kissed her back.

She pressed her head against mine and then brushed her fingertips down my cheek. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too.”

She closed her eyes and let go of a held breath before she turned and stepped out of the car.

I closed my eyes as she walked away. I only opened them in time to see her cross into her home, and I punched the steering wheel hard.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

I punched the wheel again.

I couldn’t keep this up. This sneaking around, this not being able to be with each other in the way we wanted to be.

I looked back at the house to find her looking at me from her window, and I waved at her before I pulled away. It wasn’t fair. This was not the way this was supposed to be.

I headed down the street and kept moving. Home wasn’t so far away. I was sure Kelly was still going to be pissed that I put her on the bus, but she would recover from that.

It wasn’t long before I turned into the house, and I killed the engine. “Fuck,” I swore, and took a beat, took a breath, before heading inside.

I tried to get back to the feeling of being in that backseat. I tried to get back to the feeling of being close to Aliza. I wanted that buzz.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Lynn asked as I stepped through the door.

I stopped and looked up to find her sitting in a chair, waiting for me.

“What?”

“What were you thinking putting Kelly on the bus?”

“She’s fine. She can take the bus now and then.”

“That’s not the point, and you know it,” Kelly said. “You don’t think that I might like some time with Aliza?”

“Kelly, you—”

“Just shut up. You're trying to shut me out of what you and Aliza have.”

“Aliza is upset that you and I have what she and I can’t. Yes, she wants some alone time with me, but I don’t think she’d be upset with some time with you, too.”

“Then invite me.”

“We can hardly have three people in the back seat,” I shouted at her.

“Stop,” Lynn said, raising her hand.

“But, Mom—”

“Kelly, I said stop.” She took a breath, took a beat. “Don’t be putting her on the bus again, Jessy. I’m going to reach out to Mrs. Kim. I just want to let her know that Kelly is really missing spending time with Aliza, and that we want to invite her over so they can spend some time together.”

“Mom, what?” I asked.

She smiled softly. “You heard me. You just don’t put Kelly on the bus again.”

I smiled as she got up and walked away. Kelly followed her out.

“Prick,” Kelly said as she stepped away.

I just smiled, trying to get back to my stolen moment.