Chapter 3
She held the black guitar pick in her small, delicate hand. It had a sharp, red Celtic knot designed onto it, and it was one of your most prized possessions. Why you had it with you at school, well, it was mainly to tease your friends.
She handed the pick to you. "It's a cool design. Where'd you get it?"
You grinned, happy to tell the story once again. "I went to a Breaking Benjamin concert about a year ago, and Ben always throws his guitar picks to the audience. I just so happened to be lucky enough to get one! They're my favorite band." You explained cheerfully. There wasn't much to be excited for in your overall vanilla lifestyle, but just looking at the souvenir of the best concert you'd ever attended was enough to have you all bubbly and giddy on the inside and out.
"That's pretty cool. Natasha Romanov, by the way."
You smiled. "(Name) (Last Name). Do you know the band?"
"I've heard of them, yeah." She blew a bubble, popping it before continuing. "They're pretty good, from what I've heard. Where you headed?"
"Art class. You?"
"I'm skipping third block today." The lithe redhead said, nonchalant as hell. "Hate that class."
"What is it?"
"Gym. I work as one of the Senior Staff and it sucks. You wanna skip with me?"
"Um." You'd never skipped class before. "Where would we go?"
Natasha shrugged. "I dunno. We'll just get in my car and go somewhere. So are you in?"
Hang out with a cute girl, or go to an art class where creating didn't exist?
You smiled. "I'm in."
Her thick lips formed a cute smile and she held a hand out. "Here, let me carry some of that."
You handed her half of the stack, the shorter woman leading you out of the building. She sleuthed like an expert spy, knowing just how to get around the security guards on the way to the student parking lot. Natasha unlocked the dark Volkswagen Jetta and sat down, setting your books in the backseat. The car was started and she headed out of the parking lot, glancing over at you.
"So why are you carrying all that stuff?"
"My bag finally quit on me today." You explained, all of your stuff sliding around in the backseat.
"That sucks. Do you have another one at home?"
"I might, but I can just pick up another one tonight if not."
She nodded her head. "Wouldn't happen to have any CDs, would you?"
"Actually," You leaned into the backseat, digging through your stuff. "I do! I have had this same CD in my bag for years. Funny, until it broke I hadn't realized this was where it was all this time."
It was the first Breaking Benjamin album, Saturate. You procured it and popped it in the player as Natasha pulled into some abandoned parking lot. She shut the engine off and looked at you. "Can't really enjoy the music if I'm dodging a bunch of morons with a drivers license."
"I gotta warn you: This album's a rough one. I love it, but they hadn't found their sound yet so it's a bit all over the place."
Natasha shrugged. "I'm sure it's good anyway."
You watched her face as the first two songs played, Natasha's head moving slightly with the beat, face completely neutral. Polyamorous was a different story, however. She actually smiled, knowing the words do it and singing along with you.
"Just when you think that you're alright, I'm calling out from the inside! I never hurt anyone! I never listen at all!"
She turned down the song. "You know, this is the song that got me to realize I'm bisexual."
"Really?"
She nodded. "Yeah, it just kinda spoke to me in the right ways at the time."
"That's nice." You grinned. "I'm glad my favorite band was so influential for you!"
She nodded and licked her lips, looking at you. "You know, we do have a class together."
"We do?" You said, trying to recall seeing her face in any of your four classes.
"Yeah," A half smile took over her face. "government. I sit in the way back."
Your eyes widened. "Holy shit, you are in that class!"
She snickered and you licked your lips. "Sorry I've never talked to you in there."
The redhead waved it off. "S'not a big deal."
"I mean, I guess so..."
She looked over at you. "Ever kissed a girl?"
Well that was sudden.
"Uh..."
She leaned over and used a tiny hand to cup one of your cheeks, pressing her pink lips to yours. Instantly you melted underneath her touch, eyelashes gently kissing your skin as you pushed back against her soft lips. Natasha smiled in the kiss and slipped her tongue into your mouth, the other hand coming around you to pull you closer as she sat up on her knees to kiss you better. She was so tiny!
Her perfect teeth caught your lower lip between them, giving a light tug before pulling away. "So. You wanna skip fourth block too?"
All she needed for a response was your lips on hers once again.