Free When To Let Go by J.M. Sevilla

finish, his mouth claiming hers, his body grinding into her. She lost herself like she always did when he kissed her. Nobody else mattered but the two of them.
    When he began nibbling along her neck she managed to speak, though she didn't know how, “What about class?”
    “It's break. We have another five minutes or so.”
    She had forgotten about that.
    He was back at her mouth, devouring it so fast she could hardly keep up.
    Over the summer, things had really heated up between them and they had surpassed heavy petting and dry humping, basically doing everything except have sex. The only reason they hadn't was because there was never a good opportunity to.
    They were almost late for Ava's next class. Wes was waiting outside for her when it was over, propped against the wall. He pushed off it with his foot when she came out, his signature smile greeting her.
    “Are your classes close to mine or something?”
    “Nope. I end up sprinting to make it on time.”
    “Oh,” was her only response.
    Typical Wesley, always wanting to be her knight in shining armor. If only she could figure out if he did it because she appeared pathetic and lost, in need of a babysitter, or some other reason she couldn't seem to grasp. What did he get out of it?
    After the next class, she finally spoke up, “You don't have to keep walking me to class. I can manage on my own.”
    “I know, but I like doing it. I like taking care of you.”
     
    Ava couldn't get over the way the girls dressed for PE. It was like the school sold toddler size uniforms with how tight and short they were. They even knotted the back of the shirt to better accentuate what curves they had. They finished the look off with half a tube of lip gloss.
    Ava had no makeup on, as she had never gotten into it. To make it worse, she had accidentally chosen the wrong size, overestimating how big she was. The shirt made her have no breasts (which was pretty hard to do considering she spilled out of her c-cups) and was almost as long as the shorts, which were below her knees and baggy.
    Inside the gym, her eyes scanned for Wesley. It was almost habit now, seeking him out.
    She wished she hadn't. A group of girls were gathered around him. It was obvious they were flirting, you could read it in their body language. She was relieved to find Wes didn't flirt back. He remained friendly with them, cracking jokes she couldn't hear, only catching the laughter. She forced herself to look away. She would not allow herself to obsess over it.
    Lunch wasn't any better.
    Ava gestured toward the table Wes was at and the swarms of girls around he and the rest of the basketball team, “Is it always like that?”
    “Yes,” Violet answered, not even glancing over at what she was pointing to. “It gets worse during basketball season.”
    “Violet!” Maggie chastised, throwing an apple slice at her.
    “What?” Violet looked at Ava with sincerity in her eyes. “Would you prefer I wasn't honest?”
    Ava shook her head, “No, I prefer the honesty.”
    She had always appreciated that about Violet.
    “I was also going to add – before you jumped down my throat,” Violet snapped at her sister, throwing back the apple slice. She focused back on Ava, “He never flirts back. He's too obsessed with you to see anyone else.”
    Maggie sighed, shaking her head, going back to eating her lunch, “So true. Even now he looks over here every other second. It's creepy.”
    Ava didn't think it was creepy. She understood. She was the same way with him.
    Ava felt awkward being the only freshman at a table full of juniors, but she didn't exactly have anyone else to hang out with. At her other school, lunch had been spent with her tutor to make sure she wasn't left behind, so she never had the opportunity to make friends. In high school they were having her meet after school Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.
    Before lunch was over Wes came over to join them, stealing a chair from another table and setting it