A Book Come True

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~Lilly Thatcher~

 It was the adrenaline. The way my heartbeat sped up even more when our lips met, the way he didn't stop when I gasped, and how he pressed himself against me even more when I started kissing him back.

It was weird, but I enjoyed the kiss. I had never kissed anyone before, and I think he could tell I was inexperienced, but nevertheless, I enjoyed it. The way he slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him, I liked it all.

He pulls away slowly and I blink a few times to adjust to the light. He lifts his thumb and presses it against my bottom lip, "Exhale," he says, pulling it down a little which opens my mouth. I exhale and some smoke comes out of my mouth, making me confused. How the heck did he do that? "Good girl." he whispers, but it is just loud enough for me to hear it.

I was oddly warm. I could feel the breeze against my skin, the night was cold, unlike the usually sunny days, however the nights were starting to get chilly and unfortunately for me, I had decided to wear a dress that had almost no form of sleeves.

But, grumpy awkward guy, who I now knew as Nick, was so weirdly warm and just being near him gave me some of that warmth as well.

"You were my first kiss," I blurt out, my hands resting on his forearms, a sharp inhale coming from me after.

He chuckles, his hands slipping around me again, "It was only slightly obvious, Lilly." he says, smiling at me.

"Was it bad?" I ask reluctantly, almost awkwardly. I liked the kiss, but what I didn't like is how I felt after. Not because of him, or what he did. I liked it, it's just that I have never done anything like this before. I barely even know this guy, I have one class with him and before yesterday, we'd never even spoken.

Now, I'm here at a random party that I came to for Paris and I'm not even with her. I'm outside on this balcony thing, just having had my first kiss with a guy I assumed was a serial killer because of his coffee order just this morning.

I feel stupid, and annoyed, and like I want to go home. I shouldn't be here, especially if I'm going to be doing things like this.

He laughs, "Not at all," he replies. I feel tired. The way he's looking at me, it's like he can tell something's wrong. "Are you okay?" he asks me.

I nod, "I just- I have to get home, it's getting late," I say.

He nods, "Okay. I'll walk you out. You came with Paris, right?" he asks me. I nod, walking closer to the door, "I'll help you find her." he says.

We walk inside and he leads me through the crowd. It takes us a good five minutes, but we eventually find her towards the front of the house, talking to someone.

I'm pretty sure he's also in our even day class. "Who the fuck told you that? Your daddy issues?" Paris yells at him, looking very annoyed. He scoffs, looking very annoyed and goes to say something back.

Nick stops him by yelling his name, "Brett!" he says. The man looks over to Nick who tells him to stop.

I look over at Paris and hug her, "Can we go home?" I ask her.

"Of course, ladybug." She says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and beginning to walk out. I can feel Nick walking behind us, then Paris points it out, "What's Nick doing?" she whispers in my ear.

I can smell her breath, she's been drinking. "He said he'd walk me out," I whisper back, shrugging. I didn't think much of it. It was a nice thing to do, not at all necessary, but still very kind.

We walk to the car and Nick goes with us all the way. When we finally do get to the car, I sigh, unlocking it, then getting Paris into the passenger seat before getting myself into the driver's seat.