Destined

56.

We had caught up with Vincent and Amber once again. They were kissing all on eachother and rubbing each other in almost every place. They had been doing more together than me and Jayon had since we'd been here. All me and him had done was confess the fact that we loved each other and argue. Still, I wouldn't have wanted to do it with anyone else.

We were by the bathrooms, staring at eachother in silence while they sat on the benches PDA-ing it up. It looked nice, I would have wanted to do that and more to Jayon if he didn't have such an attitude.

"This is bullshit," he spoke after awhile.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"I'm ready to go," he tells me.

"Me too," I lied. I didn't wanna leave, but it was going on 10 o' clock and Deon had probably been at home.

"A couple more minutes," Vincent mumbled while his lips were still locked on Ambers, both of their eyes were closed and they kissed fast and intense as if they were never going to see eachother again. It was starting to get disturbing.

"Ugh," I put my head in my hands.

"Let's go to my car," Jayon looked at me seductively, officially walking out of the carnival.

I followed behind him eagerly because I knew he had been thinking what I was thinking even though we were irritated with each other.

It turns out though I never did know the girl he impregnated at a young age. It shocked me to know he even did that, but I had to get over it. It was his past not mine.

"Go ahead," he said to me, holding the front door of the passenger seat open. If there was a word that accurately described him it had to be bi-polar.

I got in without saying a word, looking from left to right as Jayon shut the door.

He was in the front with me in less than a minute. He looked at me, his eyes had gone wide. He didn't say anything to me though. I looked at the dashboard then down at my legs, waiting for him to speak, to do something.

It was beginning to get awkward as we sat in silence until I felt one of his hands grab the back of my neck. He turned me towards him slowly, pulling my head against his to where our lips ended up meeting. It was slow and steamy. I knew we would start to sweat after awhile because the windows were up and his air was turned off. I grabbed his hand from my neck and held it in mines for a bit before attempting to climb over the gear shift, positioning myself to sit on him. I didn't know what I was doing or how I managed to do it so smoothly, but his car was spacious. The hand I wasn't holding of his made it's way under my jersey, playing with the strap of my bra. Our tongues had been intertwining for awhile, it was my favorite part of kissing him; knowing my tongue was in his mouth and his was in mine. The more we kissed and did all of the sexual things we had been doing the more I realized that I wanted to have sex with him. He'd been the only boy to make me question myself when it came to keeping my virginity or letting it go, and that was because he'd been the only boy that said he loved me. It was quick for us to admit that to eachother in this little of time, but everyone knew when we met it was love at first sight. I never would have thought that I would of had that because I'd never been the one to believe that existed, but then again no one knew their future, and things were always changing.

"Unzip your pants," he breathed after pausing from kissing me.

"Unzip them for me," I told him, brushing our lips together. He listened, making his fingers go towards my zipper eagerly. He unzipped them, making accouple of his fingers find their way to the front of my panties. He pushed on the surface of my clit without touching it directly, making me jump.