Axl/Sue Fanfic (The Middle)
Title: French Lessons
Author: PurpleOrchid85
Rating: T
Fandom: The Middle
Pairing: Axl/Sue (Heckcest, Axsue, Lumberjack Lawyers, whichever shipping name you prefer)
Spoilers: “Valentine's Day III”, dialogue from “The Paper Route”
Summary: Sue asks Axl to teach her the art of French kissing. Axl gladly gives her a hands on approach.
AN: Set after the infamous Frankie explanation of what French kissing is.
AN2: Set in Sue’s POV.
AN3: I don’t know if the Gran Torino actually does has a child-lock, but let’s pretend it does.
AN 4: Italic sentences in this chapter refer to text (sms) messages, and Sweet Sunday’s is the icecream palace that appeared in my other Axl/Sue fic “Hitting All The Bases”
Disclaimer:
Axl Heck & Sue Heck and every character that is mentioned in this Fanfiction in relation of The Middle are copyrighted by ABC and its creators/producers DeAnn Heline and Eileen Heisler.
Chapter Five
Lately, things had been odd; even to my own standards. Axl had increased the times he was shirtless and took any chance to brush up against me, sitting startling close to me on the couch, tickling me to get my attention, briefly trailing his hand behind my neck, over dinner he would specifically ask me to pass items or condiments and teasingly trailed his hands over my hands as he let go of the item, or feeling his eyes wander over my body whenever he was in the room with me.
Pondering this development and puzzling out the reason behind it, I ate my bowl of Frosted Flakes while I distractedly watched Mom rush around hurriedly while trying to find something all the while she muttering “Mr. Elert probably will fire me for real today and Pete will be so smug if he does.” Then after some fruitless search, for what I still didn’t know; Mom now was rummaging into the fridge for something quick to eat for breakfast.
I informed Mom “Matt’s driving up this afternoon and we’re seeing a movie then getting fro-yo afterwards.” Mom nodded while multitasking in her wait for the microwave to finish heating her mini pancakes which was her breakfast as she held the hairdryer at it. I didn’t notice Axl frown angrily and drop his spoon down into his empty bowl but then he injected, making me glance at him “I revise my previous rule about not being seen with you ever, to you occasionally hanging with me so why don’t you come with me to my baseball game this afternoon?”
I confusedly said “I have plans with Matt; I can’t change them on a whim just to go to your game, Axl.”
He shrugged carelessly and said “So?”
I opened my mouth to retort, but Mom drew my attention back to her by saying “Is Matt going to drive back up to Zionsville after fro-yo?”
I shook my head as I picked my empty bowl up and crossed over to the sink and placed the bowl there and replied “He’s staying the night at one of his old wrestling team mate’s place tonight since it’s Friday and not a school night.” Mom nodded distractedly as the microwave beeped and she quickly removed the heated mini pancakes and hurriedly ate them then shouted into the hallway to a slack Brick who was still in the bedroom “Brick, hurry up your bus will be here soon!” then said to Axl and I pointedly “You two better get moving soon to get to school on time. And Axl, I don’t want another phone call from school to hear that you’ve got detention again.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure Mom.” Axl said lazily, scraping the last bit of his cereal. We amusedly watched Mom scramble around for her handbag and keys and stumbled out of the door, but then quickly returned for the forgotten lunch bag and grabbing it and ran back out.
Within minutes of scrambling around and making sure Brick got on his school bus, Axl and I were on our way to school. In my side-glance, I watched Axl check out his reflection in the review mirror, more than likely thinking about his awesome hair as he drove towards the high school. Hating the heavy, still silence; I began to talk rapidly “Matt said he’ll leave right after his study hall class since he has free period as his last class today which is at twelve thirty so that way he can arrive right after school finishes at three today since it takes him two hours to drive here. It is really good that he has a different school schedule than mine. Oh, I’m looking forwards to the movies this afternoon; Matt said that we can pick the movie when we get to the cinemas. I think I shall get Twizzlers, Milk Duds and lemonade. Matt likes Toostie Rolls, Sour Patch Kids and Coke. We’ll share a big bag of popcorn since we both like popcorn. As for fro-yo, Matt likes blueberry flavour, while I like strawberry flavour.”
Annoyed, Axl suddenly pulled over, put the car into park and pulled me into a kiss, obviously wanting me to shut up about Matt. As I began to respond to him, my cellphone rang and I pulled back to look at the caller ID went to answer it, seeing as it was Matt. When Axl saw who it was, he snatched my phone out of my hand and out of my reach. Cranky, I said “Axl! Give me my phone back!” and unbuckled my car seatbelt and in an instant I was clambering over him stretching out almost reaching for it until the phone stopped ringing. Just as I would be able to snatch it out of his hand, his hand moved away.
I let out a frustrated and annoyed growl but then I was struck with an idea. I bent my head and kissed Axl making him forget the fact that he had a phone in his hand and he lowered it to wrap his arm around my waist, responding to the kiss - until I snatched it out of his hand.
I then returned to my seat and rung Matt back, saying into the phone “Sorry about no answering, Axl was annoying me.” I shot him a look of smug happiness and then started talking away. I heard Axl let out a frustrated sigh and restarted the car and drove us straight to school. When we arrived into the almost full carpark, I had my phone tucked away and was ‘hiding’ in the leg room space due to Axl’s stupid anxiety about staying popular and wanting his fellow classmates to stay oblivious to the fact that he was driving his ‘dorky sister’ to school. When I was distracted with checking over my school bag and making sure I had everything, I did not notice that he hit the child-lock button and when I tried to open the door, I discovered it’s child-locked.
“Axl! I don’t want to be tardy to my first class!” I said annoyed.
Axl said “You’ve gotta make a choice. Me or Wrestling Mat and you know I’m the better choice.” Off my hesitant look, he hit the child-lock button again, releasing the door and I got out of the car and walked inside the school, bee-lining for my locker.
As the final bell rang for the day, I found myself hesitantly packing my backpack and slowly walked out of the high school among the yelling and cheering students as they celebrated the final day of the school week. I found Matt leaning against his car from where I stood on the top of the front steps. As I approached me, he moved forwards and said “Hey.” And giving me a ‘hello’ peck upon my lips. As Matt opened his mouth to say something, my phone went off signalling a text message. As I checked the phone, she read: If you’re not coming 2 the game, U owe me. Be outside at midnight or WM gets the phone call.
I sighed angrily. I should consider standing up to Axl, but I wasn’t sure if he would actually go through his threat.
“What’s wrong?” Matt asked concernedly, noticing my angry expression. I said distractedly, still staring angrily at the text message “That was Axl. He was bothering me about his baseball game this afternoon; he wanted me to come to the game even when I told him that I had plans with you.”
Matt impulsively said “Why don’t we go? I never saw a baseball game before because I was too busy with wrestling then I moved.”
I sighed reluctantly and asked “Are you sure?”
Matt nodded excitedly. I let a slight smirk grow upon my face and instantly texted Axl A - NM. M and I are coming 2 the game.
When we arrived at the game, we climbed the stadium seats and sat down, looking out at the field. I found Axl on the mound, practicing his pitching. I bit my lower lip, it was hard not to take my eyes off him, he stood out, even with the bright blue Hens uniform and cap making his eyes seem more striking even from where I was sitting. I snapped out of it when I heard Matt’s loud bellow of “Go Hens!” I followed his lead with my own cheer, specially tailored for Axl. Somehow, I had a feeling that he indeed did hear my loud cheer; his practice pitches now became more fluid and more relaxed. The game officially had started with the coin flip and Roosevelt was up at bat, with the first string pitcher pitching first, which unfortunately was not Axl. Throughout the first two innings, I shouted and cheered for my school and booed when there were foul balls.
It now was the last inning and the team was down to just two balls out from winning the game. Axl now was pitching.
I cheered my brother on yelling loudly “Go Axl!” I could distantly hear the coach warning “Watch that runner on second, Heck!” I leaned forwards and bit her lower lip, this was it. This is the exact pitch Axl had been practising for, with all the annoying pickoff moves that kept scaring Mom at home whenever he practiced indoors. I watched as Axl centred himself, calmly looked around at the players on each of the bases then pulled a quick pickoff move that the batsman had swung and missed. For a second, it was silent, but then the referee shouted “Strike three! Orson High Hens win!”
The announcement made everyone in the bleachers cheer, shout and stomp loudly. I had cheered and clapped my hands until they hurt. I flinched as Matt’s close and loud yell hurt my ear. I then turned to Matt and was about to say something but my phone vibrated loudly, interrupting me. I flipped it open and saw the text was from Axl. I read: Make an excuse 2 WM and meet me under west bleachers near locker room. Now. I widened my eyes. I stuttered out to a slightly distracted Matt, who was reading his own text message on his phone “Uh, need the ladies, meet you at the car.” He nodded distractedly and I left, pushing through throng of swarming, cheering people until I got to the now empty and shadowy bleachers that were near the locker rooms that were on the opposite side of the field.
Axl was there, still wearing his uniform looking tired but happy. Once I stopped in front of him, he smirked and pulled me closer to him and kissed me. I quickly shoved him away and said “Why did you do that?”
He raised a supercilious eyebrow and said proudly “I won the game, I deserve a reward.” Axl put his hand into my jeans pocket simultaneously copping a feel and smoldering at me and pulled my phone from pocket and waved it at me. Annoyed by the subtle reminder of the blackmail, I snatched it from him and fisted his shirt and pulled him to me and I kissed him hard. He smiled into the kiss and put his hands on my waist. After some time kissing, Axl began to mouth kisses down my neck towards the junction where my neck met my shoulder; my phone began to ring loudly, snapping the amorous atmosphere.
“Crap. Matt.” I swore, instantly remembering where I was supposed to be at. I quickly tidied myself up and answered my phone “Matt?” I paused hearing his confused request to where I was, “Yeah sorry, there’s a line at the ladies; I’ll be there soon.” I quickly lied, wincing. Axl sighed and quickly grabbed his bag and said shortly “I’ll go with you to Matt’s car. You would get lost in the crowd otherwise.”
Axl guided me towards Matt’s car. I saw Matt push off from his lean against the car and approached us and gave me a quick kiss, I quickly saw Axl feign a grin and exchange fist thump greetings with Matt.
“That was a good pickoff move, the batsman never saw it coming it came in hot and...” Matt was off, praising Axl’s winning pitch; finishing with “Hey, want to join us for fro-yo?” I realised he was oblivious to the strange tension between Axl and I and I didn’t want him to know.
Ever.
When Matt’s spontaneous question came out, my eyes widened and I silently tried to convey my panic to Matt via a headshake. I didn’t want Axl to crash on our date - again. Attending the game was one thing, but the fro-yo was a pre-planned date. As I saw Axl notice my warning head-shake, he announced mischievously “Sure. Sweet Sunday’s is closer to home than the one at the mall.”
“Great. We’ll follow you there.” Matt said, and flinched at the minute glare Axl gave him “Or not?” he asked unsurely. I quickly intervened giving my own glare at Axl “Yes, I’ll go with you Matt, he’ll follow us there.” And grabbed Matt’s hand in an obvious show of support.
Locking his jaw, Axl nodded briefly.
Within twenty minutes, we were seated at a table in the air-conditioned icecream palace. Matt and I were sitting on one side, I was subconsciously sitting a little father than I should sit from Matt while Axl sat right in front of me, the three of us digging in their fro-yo treats. Axl and I were now listening to Matt ramble on about his first school week at his new school.
Matt said with an excited smile upon his face “I met the coolest girl at school this week. Her name’s Sheri and she was the school welcome wagon committee. She showed me around the school on the first day and I found out she lives close by to my place so she has been walking me to school every day this week.” At this, Axl nudged his foot against mine, getting my attention and he rose an eyebrow pointedly. I bit my lower lip, remembering Axl telling me the loophole with the cheating, but I reasoned myself - Sheri is just friendly, and tuned back into Matt’s excited rambling.
“And today Sheri helped me with the lab in biology today and she also helped me with my Algebra. She’s so nice showing me around and helping me with these things.” Matt continued. Axl, seeing my annoyed expression when Matt dove into yet another ‘Sheri’ story instantly cut in and said “Dude, what did you think of the game today?” under the table, his hand sneakily grabbed hold of my knee and gave me a reassuring squeeze and left his hand there. I gave Axl a weak grateful smile as Matt began to rave over the game he saw today.
Axl just gave me a wink in reply.
We were in the carpark standing around awkwardly. “Well, it was nice catching up with you.” Matt said as he shifted awkwardly. I nodded “It was nice even though our movie date plans were changed.” I said slightly flat, but my boyfriend didn’t seem not to notice as he was checking and responding to a text. Not wanting Axl to witness us kissing, I just gave him a quick hug and said hesitantly “I’ll call you later.” Matt nodded distractedly, his mind still on the text message and said to Axl “Awesome game today, Axl. Hope the rest of season goes well.” Axl gave him a nod and fist-bump, and then guided me over to his car.
The drive home was silent, heavy with tension; with the one and the other sneakily looking at the other with the one and another oblivious to it. Axl pulled up to the kerb in front of their house and switched off the engine. Simultaneously we exited the car. I reached down to pull out my bag and turned around only to be faced by an intense looking Axl.
He gently pulled my bag away from me and dropped it upon the grass and moved in, trapping me against the passenger car and kissed me softly and tenderly. He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine and said quietly “I want more, but you’ve gotta break up with Matt.” Then he was gone, leaving me against the car, blinking rapidly, unsure to what just happened.
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Author: PurpleOrchid85
Rating: T
Fandom: The Middle
Pairing: Axl/Sue (Heckcest, Axsue, Lumberjack Lawyers, whichever shipping name you prefer)
Spoilers: “Valentine's Day III”, dialogue from “The Paper Route”
Summary: Sue asks Axl to teach her the art of French kissing. Axl gladly gives her a hands on approach.
AN: Set after the infamous Frankie explanation of what French kissing is.
AN2: Set in Sue’s POV.
AN3: I don’t know if the Gran Torino actually does has a child-lock, but let’s pretend it does.
AN 4: Italic sentences in this chapter refer to text (sms) messages, and Sweet Sunday’s is the icecream palace that appeared in my other Axl/Sue fic “Hitting All The Bases”
Disclaimer:
Axl Heck & Sue Heck and every character that is mentioned in this Fanfiction in relation of The Middle are copyrighted by ABC and its creators/producers DeAnn Heline and Eileen Heisler.
Chapter Five
Lately, things had been odd; even to my own standards. Axl had increased the times he was shirtless and took any chance to brush up against me, sitting startling close to me on the couch, tickling me to get my attention, briefly trailing his hand behind my neck, over dinner he would specifically ask me to pass items or condiments and teasingly trailed his hands over my hands as he let go of the item, or feeling his eyes wander over my body whenever he was in the room with me.
Pondering this development and puzzling out the reason behind it, I ate my bowl of Frosted Flakes while I distractedly watched Mom rush around hurriedly while trying to find something all the while she muttering “Mr. Elert probably will fire me for real today and Pete will be so smug if he does.” Then after some fruitless search, for what I still didn’t know; Mom now was rummaging into the fridge for something quick to eat for breakfast.
I informed Mom “Matt’s driving up this afternoon and we’re seeing a movie then getting fro-yo afterwards.” Mom nodded while multitasking in her wait for the microwave to finish heating her mini pancakes which was her breakfast as she held the hairdryer at it. I didn’t notice Axl frown angrily and drop his spoon down into his empty bowl but then he injected, making me glance at him “I revise my previous rule about not being seen with you ever, to you occasionally hanging with me so why don’t you come with me to my baseball game this afternoon?”
I confusedly said “I have plans with Matt; I can’t change them on a whim just to go to your game, Axl.”
He shrugged carelessly and said “So?”
I opened my mouth to retort, but Mom drew my attention back to her by saying “Is Matt going to drive back up to Zionsville after fro-yo?”
I shook my head as I picked my empty bowl up and crossed over to the sink and placed the bowl there and replied “He’s staying the night at one of his old wrestling team mate’s place tonight since it’s Friday and not a school night.” Mom nodded distractedly as the microwave beeped and she quickly removed the heated mini pancakes and hurriedly ate them then shouted into the hallway to a slack Brick who was still in the bedroom “Brick, hurry up your bus will be here soon!” then said to Axl and I pointedly “You two better get moving soon to get to school on time. And Axl, I don’t want another phone call from school to hear that you’ve got detention again.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure Mom.” Axl said lazily, scraping the last bit of his cereal. We amusedly watched Mom scramble around for her handbag and keys and stumbled out of the door, but then quickly returned for the forgotten lunch bag and grabbing it and ran back out.
Within minutes of scrambling around and making sure Brick got on his school bus, Axl and I were on our way to school. In my side-glance, I watched Axl check out his reflection in the review mirror, more than likely thinking about his awesome hair as he drove towards the high school. Hating the heavy, still silence; I began to talk rapidly “Matt said he’ll leave right after his study hall class since he has free period as his last class today which is at twelve thirty so that way he can arrive right after school finishes at three today since it takes him two hours to drive here. It is really good that he has a different school schedule than mine. Oh, I’m looking forwards to the movies this afternoon; Matt said that we can pick the movie when we get to the cinemas. I think I shall get Twizzlers, Milk Duds and lemonade. Matt likes Toostie Rolls, Sour Patch Kids and Coke. We’ll share a big bag of popcorn since we both like popcorn. As for fro-yo, Matt likes blueberry flavour, while I like strawberry flavour.”
Annoyed, Axl suddenly pulled over, put the car into park and pulled me into a kiss, obviously wanting me to shut up about Matt. As I began to respond to him, my cellphone rang and I pulled back to look at the caller ID went to answer it, seeing as it was Matt. When Axl saw who it was, he snatched my phone out of my hand and out of my reach. Cranky, I said “Axl! Give me my phone back!” and unbuckled my car seatbelt and in an instant I was clambering over him stretching out almost reaching for it until the phone stopped ringing. Just as I would be able to snatch it out of his hand, his hand moved away.
I let out a frustrated and annoyed growl but then I was struck with an idea. I bent my head and kissed Axl making him forget the fact that he had a phone in his hand and he lowered it to wrap his arm around my waist, responding to the kiss - until I snatched it out of his hand.
I then returned to my seat and rung Matt back, saying into the phone “Sorry about no answering, Axl was annoying me.” I shot him a look of smug happiness and then started talking away. I heard Axl let out a frustrated sigh and restarted the car and drove us straight to school. When we arrived into the almost full carpark, I had my phone tucked away and was ‘hiding’ in the leg room space due to Axl’s stupid anxiety about staying popular and wanting his fellow classmates to stay oblivious to the fact that he was driving his ‘dorky sister’ to school. When I was distracted with checking over my school bag and making sure I had everything, I did not notice that he hit the child-lock button and when I tried to open the door, I discovered it’s child-locked.
“Axl! I don’t want to be tardy to my first class!” I said annoyed.
Axl said “You’ve gotta make a choice. Me or Wrestling Mat and you know I’m the better choice.” Off my hesitant look, he hit the child-lock button again, releasing the door and I got out of the car and walked inside the school, bee-lining for my locker.
As the final bell rang for the day, I found myself hesitantly packing my backpack and slowly walked out of the high school among the yelling and cheering students as they celebrated the final day of the school week. I found Matt leaning against his car from where I stood on the top of the front steps. As I approached me, he moved forwards and said “Hey.” And giving me a ‘hello’ peck upon my lips. As Matt opened his mouth to say something, my phone went off signalling a text message. As I checked the phone, she read: If you’re not coming 2 the game, U owe me. Be outside at midnight or WM gets the phone call.
I sighed angrily. I should consider standing up to Axl, but I wasn’t sure if he would actually go through his threat.
“What’s wrong?” Matt asked concernedly, noticing my angry expression. I said distractedly, still staring angrily at the text message “That was Axl. He was bothering me about his baseball game this afternoon; he wanted me to come to the game even when I told him that I had plans with you.”
Matt impulsively said “Why don’t we go? I never saw a baseball game before because I was too busy with wrestling then I moved.”
I sighed reluctantly and asked “Are you sure?”
Matt nodded excitedly. I let a slight smirk grow upon my face and instantly texted Axl A - NM. M and I are coming 2 the game.
When we arrived at the game, we climbed the stadium seats and sat down, looking out at the field. I found Axl on the mound, practicing his pitching. I bit my lower lip, it was hard not to take my eyes off him, he stood out, even with the bright blue Hens uniform and cap making his eyes seem more striking even from where I was sitting. I snapped out of it when I heard Matt’s loud bellow of “Go Hens!” I followed his lead with my own cheer, specially tailored for Axl. Somehow, I had a feeling that he indeed did hear my loud cheer; his practice pitches now became more fluid and more relaxed. The game officially had started with the coin flip and Roosevelt was up at bat, with the first string pitcher pitching first, which unfortunately was not Axl. Throughout the first two innings, I shouted and cheered for my school and booed when there were foul balls.
It now was the last inning and the team was down to just two balls out from winning the game. Axl now was pitching.
I cheered my brother on yelling loudly “Go Axl!” I could distantly hear the coach warning “Watch that runner on second, Heck!” I leaned forwards and bit her lower lip, this was it. This is the exact pitch Axl had been practising for, with all the annoying pickoff moves that kept scaring Mom at home whenever he practiced indoors. I watched as Axl centred himself, calmly looked around at the players on each of the bases then pulled a quick pickoff move that the batsman had swung and missed. For a second, it was silent, but then the referee shouted “Strike three! Orson High Hens win!”
The announcement made everyone in the bleachers cheer, shout and stomp loudly. I had cheered and clapped my hands until they hurt. I flinched as Matt’s close and loud yell hurt my ear. I then turned to Matt and was about to say something but my phone vibrated loudly, interrupting me. I flipped it open and saw the text was from Axl. I read: Make an excuse 2 WM and meet me under west bleachers near locker room. Now. I widened my eyes. I stuttered out to a slightly distracted Matt, who was reading his own text message on his phone “Uh, need the ladies, meet you at the car.” He nodded distractedly and I left, pushing through throng of swarming, cheering people until I got to the now empty and shadowy bleachers that were near the locker rooms that were on the opposite side of the field.
Axl was there, still wearing his uniform looking tired but happy. Once I stopped in front of him, he smirked and pulled me closer to him and kissed me. I quickly shoved him away and said “Why did you do that?”
He raised a supercilious eyebrow and said proudly “I won the game, I deserve a reward.” Axl put his hand into my jeans pocket simultaneously copping a feel and smoldering at me and pulled my phone from pocket and waved it at me. Annoyed by the subtle reminder of the blackmail, I snatched it from him and fisted his shirt and pulled him to me and I kissed him hard. He smiled into the kiss and put his hands on my waist. After some time kissing, Axl began to mouth kisses down my neck towards the junction where my neck met my shoulder; my phone began to ring loudly, snapping the amorous atmosphere.
“Crap. Matt.” I swore, instantly remembering where I was supposed to be at. I quickly tidied myself up and answered my phone “Matt?” I paused hearing his confused request to where I was, “Yeah sorry, there’s a line at the ladies; I’ll be there soon.” I quickly lied, wincing. Axl sighed and quickly grabbed his bag and said shortly “I’ll go with you to Matt’s car. You would get lost in the crowd otherwise.”
Axl guided me towards Matt’s car. I saw Matt push off from his lean against the car and approached us and gave me a quick kiss, I quickly saw Axl feign a grin and exchange fist thump greetings with Matt.
“That was a good pickoff move, the batsman never saw it coming it came in hot and...” Matt was off, praising Axl’s winning pitch; finishing with “Hey, want to join us for fro-yo?” I realised he was oblivious to the strange tension between Axl and I and I didn’t want him to know.
Ever.
When Matt’s spontaneous question came out, my eyes widened and I silently tried to convey my panic to Matt via a headshake. I didn’t want Axl to crash on our date - again. Attending the game was one thing, but the fro-yo was a pre-planned date. As I saw Axl notice my warning head-shake, he announced mischievously “Sure. Sweet Sunday’s is closer to home than the one at the mall.”
“Great. We’ll follow you there.” Matt said, and flinched at the minute glare Axl gave him “Or not?” he asked unsurely. I quickly intervened giving my own glare at Axl “Yes, I’ll go with you Matt, he’ll follow us there.” And grabbed Matt’s hand in an obvious show of support.
Locking his jaw, Axl nodded briefly.
Within twenty minutes, we were seated at a table in the air-conditioned icecream palace. Matt and I were sitting on one side, I was subconsciously sitting a little father than I should sit from Matt while Axl sat right in front of me, the three of us digging in their fro-yo treats. Axl and I were now listening to Matt ramble on about his first school week at his new school.
Matt said with an excited smile upon his face “I met the coolest girl at school this week. Her name’s Sheri and she was the school welcome wagon committee. She showed me around the school on the first day and I found out she lives close by to my place so she has been walking me to school every day this week.” At this, Axl nudged his foot against mine, getting my attention and he rose an eyebrow pointedly. I bit my lower lip, remembering Axl telling me the loophole with the cheating, but I reasoned myself - Sheri is just friendly, and tuned back into Matt’s excited rambling.
“And today Sheri helped me with the lab in biology today and she also helped me with my Algebra. She’s so nice showing me around and helping me with these things.” Matt continued. Axl, seeing my annoyed expression when Matt dove into yet another ‘Sheri’ story instantly cut in and said “Dude, what did you think of the game today?” under the table, his hand sneakily grabbed hold of my knee and gave me a reassuring squeeze and left his hand there. I gave Axl a weak grateful smile as Matt began to rave over the game he saw today.
Axl just gave me a wink in reply.
We were in the carpark standing around awkwardly. “Well, it was nice catching up with you.” Matt said as he shifted awkwardly. I nodded “It was nice even though our movie date plans were changed.” I said slightly flat, but my boyfriend didn’t seem not to notice as he was checking and responding to a text. Not wanting Axl to witness us kissing, I just gave him a quick hug and said hesitantly “I’ll call you later.” Matt nodded distractedly, his mind still on the text message and said to Axl “Awesome game today, Axl. Hope the rest of season goes well.” Axl gave him a nod and fist-bump, and then guided me over to his car.
The drive home was silent, heavy with tension; with the one and the other sneakily looking at the other with the one and another oblivious to it. Axl pulled up to the kerb in front of their house and switched off the engine. Simultaneously we exited the car. I reached down to pull out my bag and turned around only to be faced by an intense looking Axl.
He gently pulled my bag away from me and dropped it upon the grass and moved in, trapping me against the passenger car and kissed me softly and tenderly. He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine and said quietly “I want more, but you’ve gotta break up with Matt.” Then he was gone, leaving me against the car, blinking rapidly, unsure to what just happened.
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