Purple

chapter 7

In the pitch black, our bodies pressed against one another, entangling as if someone was actively tying us in a knot. We moved in sync, mouth's followed locking, and releasing repetitively.

The air was hot and heavy around us. I felt his hands move over my body, taking me all in. My fingers dug into him with hunger. He was addicting, I couldn't think straight.

He softly pushed my panting body on the bleacher below us. He began kissing below my ear, I felt the heat sinking in my body. A swirling need filling my belly. I moved a hand without thinking, digging into his hair as a small noise escaped my lips.

My heart beat fast. I felt as if it was plotting an escape out of my rib cage.

BANG

Someone had knocked a punch bowl off one of the long white tables. Red punch trickled to the floor as reality as in for me. I continued watching the colored liquid invade the dance floor, trying to mingle with the others shoes.

"What have I done..." I hadn't meant to say this aloud, but regret greeted me heavy enough to speak before thinking first.

I heard Derek next, as I continued to blankly watch students panicking to find cleaning supplies.

"What?"

I jumped away from Derek getting him off me.  I only thought of mom in this moment, how I'd disappointed her. Her horrified face appeared in my mind.

What had I done....I never should've become friends with a Red.What was I thinking! I'm weak, much weaker than i'd ever thought.

"This was a huge mistake." I started to walk to the doors, the yellow light shining out of them guiding me through the pitch black room.

"What do you mean?" Derek said as he grabbed my wrist, stopping me from continuing on.

"You were a mistake! I cannot kiss a red, be with a red, and obviously becoming friends was a horrible idea. I should've known better." I finally looked in his eyes the pale yellow light illuminated his face. I could see where I had shared my red lipstick with him. More importantly, I could see his expression. The hurt that covered his face, the way his brows furrowed and the corners of his mouth sank.

I stared only a moment longer before running out the doors to our shared dorm.

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I stayed up all night unable to sleep. The events kept playing in my head.

His hands moving around my waist, then to my hair.

And I liked it. I was disgusted with myself. How could I face Mom? How could I face anyone from home with what I had let happen?

I could hear the birds chirping outside the windows and small sliver of light escaped from behind my curtains. It was still the weekend, so no rush for me to leave bed and stop worrying.

A few moments later though I hear giggles following the chirps of birds. I sat up from my bed looking over to my door, following the noise.

Another giggle, and the sound of a table being knocked over.  I removed my covers moving swiftly to my door opening it in a single motion.

In front of me, Derek lay on the couch a girl below him. They were kissing. His mouth moved with hers, His hands explored her hair. Just as he'd done with me.

"What the hell?" I stood in disbelief. An anger followed.

"What the hell!" I repeated myself to ensure their attention.

"What's the deal with you? Can't we have a little fun?" Derek looked at me, as if I was the one who had done something wrong by stopping them. He let a smile decorate his face, however it didn't reach his eyes in any way.

"This is disgusting, what are you doing? Who is she?" I couldn't fully take in what was just happening in front of me.

Derek stood up, removing his body from the girls. She frowned at me, and crossed her eyes. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes at her.

"I'm not sure what your issue is, you said I was a mistake. That becoming my friend was such a terrible idea." His hands waved around in the air to show is emphasis and annoyance. He continued to walk closer.

"Whatever. You don't just make out with girls in our flipping dorm room! I know your doing it on purpose. It's pathetic." I didn't look him in his eyes. I couldn't bring myself to. I felt small, but tried to hold my ground.

He walked closer to me until our faces were inches apart, and I had no choice but to look at his burning eyes. He continued in a low voice.

"You'll see pathetic when your begging me for mercy, princess."

"What's that even supposed to mean." This time I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I broke away from looking at him as I added a scoff.

"You'll see." He responded. I expected to see his usual amused expression when I turned back to face him. However this time, his face rested in a dead serious stare as he turned back to his guest.