My mother stared blankly at my face, then Bradley's, and back to mine.
"I'm kidding!" I burst into laughter, and Bradley joins.
"Leslie!" My mother shouts.
"You were so pissed," my stomach cramped and my eyes watered and I bent over, laughing.
"Yeah! Yeah, I was. You're seventeen!"
"Mom, we aren't getting married. We won't be for a long time. We love each other; we aren't stupid."
"I thought maybe you were pregnant," my mother spoke breathily as she wiped her brow of imaginary sweat.
"Oh stop, Karen," Bradley chuckled. "We're smarter than that."
My mother released a few more puffs of air before relaxing and dropping her hand from over her heart.
"As far are 'what we're up to,' we're just happy," I smile at Bradley.
"I'm glad you're happy," he grinned.
"I'm glad you're happy," I grinned back.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Awww. You guys are cute," my mother interjected.
XXX
3 weeks later
"SUMMER!" I shouted as I jumped into the passenger seat of Bradley's truck.
"Are you ready for the party of your life?" Bradley quizzed.
"Hell yeah!" I screamed as we zoomed to my house.
"You go in my bathroom, and I'll use my mom's," I instructed Bradley as I ran into my house.
"Wait!" He stopped my by grasping my left wrist. I turned and before I could ask 'what' he planted a huge kiss.
"What was that for?" I asked him as I pulled away.
"I just love you."
XXX
"Welcome to the party, dudes!" Bradley greeted his friends as they walked in my front door. "The pool is down the hall, make a right, and out the screen door on the left."
"It's LIT!" One shouted.
"It's gonna be so DANK!" Another shouted.
I cringed.
"Here, babe." Bradley pushed a red solo cup into my right hand. "It'll take the edge off."
I caught a whiff of it and immediately knew it was pure vodka, since my mom had occasionally made cosmopolitans for the two of us on our mother-daughter movie nights.
"Bradley, I'm not sure this is the best of the best ideas. It's my house and I'm in charge if something goes wrong."
"Just a sip. It's get you to relax a bit." He smiled a devilish smile as I sipped the burning liquid. My throat was coated with a thick layer of fire and I gulped water, trying to wash it down.
I can already tell that this is going to be a long night, and Bradley is already tipsy.
YOU ARE READING
Locked In A Library
ChickLitLeslie Blanchard is just an ordinary high school student that's trying to find her calling, when one day she gets locked in her school's library on a Friday afternoon. Then, she realizes that she isn't alone. Is this a good thing... or a bad thing?
