JEZELIA
I saw Julian grimace as I blew him a kiss, grabbing the same wrist with which I blew it again and pulling me towards him. I let out a short shriek from the sudden movement, only barely gaining my footing as I was now only a few inches away from his face I glared up at him.
His eyes are actually really pretty.
"Just-" He took in a sharp, annoyed breath, "don't smoke when wearing my jacket."
I rolled my eyes, and yet again pulled my wrist from his grasp, turning my back to him as I focused on something- anything, but him.
"Fine." I huffed out loudly, making it clear I was not interested in talking with him anymore.
I stood there for another 5 minutes, making sure he was somewhere else where I wouldn't have to bump into him again, and then headed inside, leaving the red cup with a little beer left on the porch.
I quickly found Callie, who was sipping from a red cup as she stood with Abraham as they were chatting. Looking down at my phone, I saw the time.
1 AM.
Callie turned to me and smiled, eyeing the jacket shortly with curiosity. Abraham put his hand around my waist affectionately, which I tried not to shy away from.
I hated it when people touched my waist.
Callie continued on the conversation with Abraham, nearly interrogating him as she wanted to find out if a boy she was interested in liked her too.
I stepped away from Abraham and instead made my way to the dance floor, relieved to have his hands away from my waist. For some reason, I found it worse if my friends thought I was fat, instead of total strangers, so when a guy started touching my waist and dancing against my back sensually, I didn't object.
So what if I was a little bit of an attention whore?
I swayed my hips to the song and eventually turned around. He wasn't ugly, actually, he was rather cute. With brown messy hair and dark brown eyes, he stared down at me, a slight hint of desire hidden in his expression. I put my hands around his neck, smiling up at him mischievously. I was glad that so many people were dancing and it was crowded, otherwise, our dancing would've stood out as it was definitely not PG-13.
"You're beautiful." He whispered in my ear as he bent down. "I'm Elliot."
I tilted my head at him, a soft smile playing on my lips. "Nice to meet you, Elliot," his name was quite cute. "I'm Lia." I used the nickname everyone always used. My mother was the only one who used my full name, and only when she was angry with me.
"I would really like to kiss you, Lia." He softly mumbled in my ear. His deep voice sending goosebumps down my neck. I simply smiled at him with a cheeky grin, tilting an eyebrow, non-verbally telling him that I'm waiting for him.
He bent down, placing his soft lips on mine. I was used to 'club-kissing', but this felt a bit more intimate. His rhythm was slow and his tongue didn't take up my entire mouth as we kissed. It was more of a playful yet sensual kiss. I automatically let my hand glide up into his hair, standing on my tippy toes as I kissed him with need, trying not to sway too much from the alcohol. His hands explored my waist, holding onto me with the same need.
Abruptly I felt a hand grab my upper arm, pulling me away from Elliot who released his hands on my waist. I turned to look towards the person holding me.
What. The. Fuck.
I looked back at Elliot who seemed just as lost, I offered him an apologetic smile before turning back to the person holding me who continued to pull me away from the dancefloor and towards the door.
