Stuck With Him

The door of the old barn creaked softly, and the dark-haired girl who was sitting upstairs in the hayloft winced. She cautiously slid to the edge and peered down, saw the seventeen-year-old blond boy next door, who looked around searchingly. Then he walked purposefully to the ladder and began to climb.

She got up hastily and took a few steps back.

When he got to the top and saw her, he started to grin.

"I thought you'd be here again," he said mockingly, and took a few steps towards her.

"Luke, why do you always have to tease me?" She asked annoyed. "Go away and leave me alone."

"What if not?" He asked challengingly, pulling her hair.

"Ouch, stop it."

Angrily she hit his hand and wanted to walk past him to the ladder, but the hayloft was narrow and with a short movement he blocked her way and grinned cheekily.

"Uh, little Kim is

getting angry, but now I'm scared." "Don't always call me little Kim and let me pass me, or I'll punch you," she snapped at him and tried again to push past him but he grabbed her and held her tight. "Do it, if you dare."

Angrily, she tried to pull away from him, bracing her hands against his chest. He took a step backwards, stumbled, lost his footing and fell backwards over the edge, pulling her with him.

They landed halfway gently on a couple of hay bales, and lay there for a moment, surprised and dazed. Eventually they straightened up and Kim's gaze fell on his face. She was shocked to see that his cheek was bleeding, apparently he had fallen on the pitchfork that lay next to him in the hay.

"You hurt yourself," she said, horrified, and slipped over to him on her knees while she looked in vain for a handkerchief in her pants.

He felt his hand for his cheek, winced, and stared at the blood on his fingers in dismay. "Shit."

Immediately, Kim took off her T-shirt. "Wait, I'll wipe this off for you."

She gently patted his cheek with the shirt without noticing how he was staring at her.

"Does it hurt a lot?" She asked worriedly, and he shook his head.

"No, okay," he muttered, without taking his eyes off her almost bare torso.

Suddenly he reached out to her, pulled her a little closer, and stopped her in surprise. His face was suddenly close to hers, his blue eyes sparkled, and Kim held her breath. Slowly his mouth came closer, lay on her lips, gently and carefully.

It was Kim's first kiss. Unsure, she began to answer him and hesitantly put her arms around his neck. A warm feeling spread inside her, her heart racing as she felt his hands brush her back and finally feel awkwardly for the clasp on her bra.

At the same moment there was laughter outside, feet clattered, seconds later the door opened and Luke's friends, two boys and a girl, were standing in the barn.

Startled, they started apart, Kim grabbed her T-shirt and held it protectively in front of her upper body, while Luke jumped up and grinned sheepishly.

“Oh, what do we have there? Lovers? ”The first mocked, a red-haired boy named Lewis.

"Nonsense," said Luke brusquely, "What do I want with that one?"

The girl came up to him and put her arm around him possessively.

"Have you made out with her?" She asked pouting, glaring at Kim.

“Caitlin, what do you think? That I abuse children? I can't help it if the little girl chases after me all the time. ”

He glanced at Kim while Caitlin snuggled up against him and gave him a demonstrative kiss. Closely they followed the two boys to the door, who were still grinning and making scornful comments. Luke pushed Caitlin outside after them, then turned back to Kim.

"You can't even kiss properly," he said mockingly and she heard the others laughing outside.

Then the door closed behind him; Kim stared after him with Luke's blood on his cheek and tears in his eyes.