Dinner surprisingly turned out nicely, apart from the awkward comment, which was thankfully forgotten soon. Adrien's turning out to be funny, smart and more interesting than I anticipated. I just thought he was a jock meathead.
Way to make assumptions about people, Clementine.
"So it's kind of been me and my dad's dream, you know?" he notices me shivering as we walk down the streets of LA and wraps his jacket around my shoulders. How completely cliché, why do I find it sweet?
"We've always talked about me following in his footsteps and becoming an all-star football champion," he continues without looking for a reaction, as though giving me his jacket was just a reflex. I like that.
"And it's what you want? To follow in his footsteps?" I'm curious.
"Yeah, I love it," he shrugs.
"Sounds intense nonetheless. So are you gonna let me watch you play sometime?" I ask.
He grins and stops walking, making me stop and face him. "I'd love it if you came to watch me play, Clementine."
Small butterflies begin fluttering in my stomach as I look into his eyes, I clear my throat and motion for us to keep walking.
"It's just up ahead," he tells me with a small smile.
"A park?" I'm surprised, I love parks.
"It's beautiful at night, also. They show free Shakespeare plays every night. I wasn't going to bring you here, but you mentioned you're really into literature and movies and theatre and such. I'm a bit of a theatre junkie myself, tonight is A Midsummer Night's Dream," he tells me.
Another surprise. Adrien the football star turns out to be a Shakespeare fan? "No shit? This isn't one of your shady schemes to get girls into bed with you?"
He snorts and a slight blush forms on his cheeks, my face falls as I realize I'm probably signaling to him I want to sleep with him. Before I can say anything else, he speaks.
"No it is, how'd you know? Women usually call me out on it after I don't call them back the next day," he sighs.
I laugh and shove him into a bush. Oops.
"If you tell anyone I like Shakespeare I'll deny it. I'm manly as fuck," he tells me.
"Noted, totally manly. Good to know."
He smirks, "Come on. They're starting soon."
Adrien and I take seats in the back.
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Thirty minutes in, we're both in tears from laughing so hard. We glance at each other throughout the show. A cute scene is on, Adrien shifts his body towards me. His eyes are focused on the actors, my breathing becomes shallow.
His right leg presses up against my left one and my heart begins throbbing ferociously. Did it just get hot in here or is it just me? I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I inhale deeply, this is ridiculous. We're not in middle school.
I take the bait and lean towards him, gently placing my head on his shoulder. He smells like fuckboy. Axe body spray with a hint of tobacco. Not enough to turn me off completely or put me in full panic mode, it's more of a: I walked past a bunch of smokers and got some of their stenches.
I inhale in attempt to calm my heart rate. What is this shit? I don't even like Adrien. Do I? I glance up at him in confusion, he looks down at me with a slight smile forming on his face. My heart skips a beat.
Do I like Adrien?
His hand slides into mine and our fingers intertwine. His hand is warm and soft, I relax and snuggle into him. I can hear his heart beating, it's quick. I smile at this, at least I'm not the only one with an annoying heart rate. I focus on the performance once more.
I feel him steal a look, "Why is your heart racing?"
My heart sinks into my stomach, WHAT? He can hear my heartbeat? Oh, fuck no.
"What? That's your own heart, dumbass."
He places his fingers against my neck, sending goosebumps flying all over my body. He smirks, "Your pulse is racing."
My cheeks flush even more. I sit up and elbow him, "Shut up, I'm probably just dying."
He's still staring at me, I can feel the intensity of his gaze burning through my skull. I quickly look at him from my peripheral vision, his expression is utterly amused. Ha, very funny. I roll my eyes at him.
He places his hand on my cheek and turns my face towards his. Next thing I know, a pair of soft lips are pressed against mine. My eyebrows rise at the sudden movement. I kiss him back, surprised at the effortlessness of the action.
His left hand makes its way to the back of my neck, gripping my hair. His right hand rests on my left hip, we're facing each other in our seats. My hands cup his face, we continue kissing like the horny teenagers we are.
His lips part and I instinctively respond, parting mine slightly. His tongue slides into my mouth and I soon discover he's extremely experienced. Well, from what I can tell.
Oh, shit.
WHAT IF I'M A BAD KISSER? Am I doing this right? It feels natural, but maybe I suck. I pull away, scared that my anxiety is fucking this up. I'm breathless. His hands cup my face while we gasp for air.
"Wow," I let out a breath.
His eyes show a glint of satisfaction, "Yeah... Wow."
He smiles, gives me a quick peck and sits back down properly in his seat, hand locked to mine. I'm speechless. All I can think about is what just happened. I was seriously kissed, and it was nice.
I think... I might have mundane human emotions and be into Adrien...
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Teen Fiction"Clementine..." his voice is gentle, as though he's reading my mind. He searches my eyes, concern seeps through his features. I swallow the lump in my throat. I don't like this display of affection. I can take care of myself, I don't need his or any...
