(She'd most likely win right then if Keith ever walked in on her and another man. That would be the worst thing she could do to him by far)<br/><br/>"What's a 'release'?" Keith asked naive of her meaning. He liked when she played with the collar of his shirt, it felt blissful and arousing at the same time. His hand came up and cupped the side of her face as he pulled her in for a gentle kiss, releasing her so she could ask about his ride situation. He was about to answer when her phone rang, but when she checked her phone no one was calling. When she nodded to him, telling him that his phone was going off, he tilted his head and fumbled with his pockets. "Alex, I don't hav-" He paused as he felt something in his jacket pocket. Lo and behold, Keith pulled out a small, disposable flip phone. The little screen read "Incoming Call: Erika". Baffled, Keith flipped open the phone and put it to his ear. "Hello?" He asked, unsure of what was going on. Did Erika put this in his pocket today during school? Keith didn't own a phone, and had no other explanation for the device