"Look at your head. It’s so long and weird," I said taunting Kameron.
"Haha! It really is," Dior agreed poking at it. "It’s mushy too!"
I began poking his head as well, “Wow, it is. Why is it like that?”
"Could you guys stop?"
"Why? Is it bothering you?" I asked as if I cared.
"Well, too bad," Dior said continuing to torture him with pokes along with me.
He smacked our hands away and started poking us back in random places, “Not so nice is it?”
"Alright, we get it," Dior said in an attempt to surrender.
"Come on, Kameron! Quit it!" I yelled slapping his hand away.
"What? I’m not doing nothing," he foolishly replied still poking us.
Dior rolled her eyes and went into her Grammar Nazi mode, “Idiot, it’s ‘I’m not doing anything.’ Not ‘I’m not doing nothing.’”
He turned to her and furrowed his eyebrows, “Shut up, dork.”
"Ooh boy, you don’t want it with me."
"Bring it on!"
"You little pest-"
"Be quiet! All of you!" My parents screamed.
We all went mute and I looked out of the window, watching cars and trees zip by.
"Hey, Trinity," Kameron called in his teasing voice. "You got something on your shoulder."
He snickered and I knew he was just trying to trick me, “Leave me alone.”
"What? What am I doing that’s so wrong?"
"There is nothing on my shoulder."
"Look! Just look at it."
"Shut up, Kam! There is nothing there!"
"Yes there is! Look!" He said poking at my shoulder.
"Kameron, stop! You play too much!"
"Kameron, stop. You play too much," I whispered as I removed his hands from my, now, C-Cup breasts.
"What? Why are you acting like that?"
"I can’t do this."
"Trinity, I’ll be doing it too. Come on. Why are you so scared?"
"What do you want from me?"
"Come here and I’ll show you."
Those words probably changed everything between us. I sat next to him and he pulled me on top of him by my waist. It was just like those moments in the movies. It felt so unreal as he mounted me on him, holding my hips, grabbing my ass. I felt his arousal underneath me.
My hands sat on his chest as I looked at him. I wanted a sense of what he requested from me. But all I saw was sex. Not intimacy. Sex.
"Strip," he whispered, biting his lip.
I kissed his cheek and tried to rest my head on his chest, but he pushed me off of him.
He coldly turned away from me, “Forget it, you’re lame.”
I felt a tinge of hurt, but mainly anger at the fact that he attempted to use me that way.
"Kameron, seriously? Why are you acting that way?"
"You won’t let me do anything."
I grabbed his hand and he snatched it away from me, “Kameron…”
He didn’t respond to me, so I stood up to leave. But he grabbed my leg and pulled me back down towards him. As I lie on my back, he climbed on top of me. Grabbing my thighs, he wrapped my legs around him. I snaked my hands around his neck and couldn’t help but smile as he did the same while pressing his forehead against mine. Then our lips met… for the first time.
"What happens here, stays here…" That was what he told me, looking away as if nothing ever happened.
But it did. And I don’t think I could let it go. It had been years since I’ve seen Kameron. And he hadn’t change a bit. He was still that annoying and arrogant boy… with enough charm to keep me coming back for more.