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from years of—” I suck in air. Son
of a bitch.
    She smiles, blinding
bright and fake. “Sure it will.” Tugging on my hand, she
jerks her head toward the door. “Ready?”
    “No.”
    “A bit too
much to be seen with Lawn
Girl in a public place?”
    “No, damn
you.” This is all wrong. “Tell me what to do, McKenzie.
Tell me what to do to make-”
    “ You feel better,” she finishes for me. Her hand is still in mine,
but there’s an ocean between us at the moment.
    “I don’t
give a good damn about feeling better. I want you to feel better,”
I shout at her.
    She flinches. People
waiting in line for their buzzer to go off in the parking lot get
quiet and stare at us. Some I know, a couple I don’t. I could
give two shits about what any of them think right now.
    “Tell me what
to do.” I fall to my knees and look up at her, arms stretched
wide and palms up. “Is this what you want? Is this where you
want me? I’m down on my knees for you, telling the entire world
that I’m sorry. I screwed up and screwed you over, for years ,
all because I wanted you to notice me. I wanted you to want me like I
wanted you. An asinine reason, but it’s there, it’s
real.”
    “Get up,”
she hisses, but once again, tears are in her eyes. “This isn’t
funny.”
    “You’re
right. It isn’t funny. It’s a damn shame that no one
defended you, not the teachers or other students. It was you versus
all of us.”
    “Enough,”
she pleads. “I can’t take anymore.”
    I dig into my pocket
and pull out the keys. “Take them.”
    “Why?”
    “Leave me here
on my knees in front of everyone.”
    “No.”
    Closing my eyes, I
throw my keys across the parking lot, and then open them. “Then
you leave me with no choice.” I shrug out of my coat, then pull
my shirt up and over my head. My St. Benedictine medallion hits my
chest, the chain cooling against my skin. I hear whispering and a few
calls of my name. My hands go to my pants, unbuttoning the top
button.
    “Are you
taking off all of your clothes?” McKenzie asks, her voice shaky
and slightly high pitched.
    I nod. “This
is your chance to get back at me.” I finish unbuttoning my
jeans, the cold air washing over my back and chest and hitting my
hips as I pull them lower. “Laugh at me, point at me, and talk
about how little my junk is. Say I suck in bed and leave me here.”
    Her lower lip
trembles. “I don’t want to get back at you.” She
takes my hand and tugs lightly. I refuse to move. “Please,
West. Humiliating you doesn’t solve anything.”
    Only her please
could get me to stop. I stand, my heart racing like I’ve just
played three-on-two for an entire period without a break, as her
hands go to the waistband of my jeans. She re-buttons them, then
grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head, dressing me like I am a
child.
    I swear that this is
the most intimate moment of my life, standing in the parking lot of a
restaurant while the girl I’ve been in love with for years
saves me from willingly humiliating myself.
    Then she does the
unexpected, she takes my face in her hands and instead of the slap I
deserve, she kisses me.
    My hands hover over
her shoulders, wanting to touch her, wanting to take control of this
kiss, but I don’t. This is her moment. Her lead.
    Her lips move under
mine and I follow her lead. She presses small kisses to the side of
my mouth, her tongue skimming the seam of my lips. Unable to stop
myself, I part my lips, and that sweet tongue of hers glides inside,
meeting mine.
    With a groan, I
deepen the kiss and finally settle my hands on the curves of her
waist. I fit her against me, molding her body to mine, so that not
even the cold December air can come between us. Our tongues tangle as
we taste each other, as we remember how the other likes to be kissed.
    I’m coming
undone, all from this kiss. My body wants her, my dick is straining
to get inside her. Images, sights, and sounds from our intertwined
past bombard me. She’d