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Chapter 19

Jackson

Today's the start to spring break and I'm picking Ameeriah up at 10pm for one of my teammate's parties.

Wes left for break yesterday so I have the apartment to myself.
I grab a frozen meal out of the freezer and put it in the microwave for 4 minutes because I don't feel like walking over to the dining hall.

After I hear the ring of the microwave, I walk over to pick it up, smelling the lovely aroma of freezer burnt ravioli.
"Ow fuck!" I say as I slam the food down onto the counter because it's fucking scalding hot.

After I let it thoroughly cool, I eat it while watching Divergent, the first one, the best one.

I have about 30 minutes left but decide to pause it to go shower before I go pick up Ameeriah.
After a long, hot shower I resume my movie and when I pick up my phone, it's almost 10 so I head over to pick her up.

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The party is loud and chaotic. There's people everywhere, drinks in all of their hands, loud music and constant chatter.
The parties on the start of spring break are always the biggest, and this one's no exception.

I walk over to a group of my friends and we chat for a while before we head back to watch Max play at the beer pong table.

"I'm gonna go find a bathroom,"Ameeriah says into my ear and I nod.
She disappears into the crowd and I pull my attention back over to the beer pong tourney.

A couple minutes goes by and Ameeriah still isn't back, so I stand up a little taller to see over the crowd to see if I can spot her.

I see her walking towards me in her jeans and converse with a floral tank on and I sigh a little bit, relieved.
As soon as she makes eye contact, though, I can see something is wrong.

"You good?" I say as I notice her worried eyes.
"Yeah I'm just," she sighs and pulls one of her hands into her hair. "Ryan's here."
My face immediately flattens. What the fuck is that bitch doing here?

"Did he try and talk to you?"
"Yeah but I walked away," she says.
"Let's leave," I say but she shakes her head.

"No, I'm having fun and I'm not about to let him ruin that. We're staying. I just wanna stay where he's not."
"You sure?" I ask, and she nods her head.

We go back to watching the beer pong and I keep her wrapped under my arm as we watch.

Ameeriah

I can't believe Ryan's here.
This party is a bit more crowded than the other ones Jackson's brought me to, but I still didn't think I'd run into Ryan.

He caught me coming out of the bathroom and surprisingly, he looked sober.

He called my name out and before I was able to tell him I didn't wanna talk, he started talking.

"I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing with that fucking Jackson dude, but I think you're lying."
"What could I possibly be lying about Ryan?" I scoff. "You wanna talk about liars? Oh actually, let's talk about liars and cheaters. Hm? Ryan is that what you wanna do?" I say back with a slightly raised voice.

"You never even let me fucking explain Ameeriah, you just ran off."
"Yeah well seeing your face in between my best friend's legs kinda spoke for itself," I scoff.
"It was a mistake, how many times do I have to say that?" He says with his voice projected a bit louder.

I just roll my eyes because no way in hell would I ever believe that.

"I think you're lying to me, Mare." I hate when he calls me that. "I don't think that buddy of yours is really your boyfriend. I don't like being lied to," he says lowly as he tries to bring his finger over to my cheek.

I flinch away quickly with a disgusted face.
"Yeah and I don't like being cheated on. Go fuck yourself," I say before I storm off.

I'm not sure what else he said because I walked away so quick to lose him in the crowd of people.

I snap back to reality whenever the guy playing with Max must have won the game, I don't know how the game really works so I guess they won, because they started jumping and shouting.
Me and Jackson laugh as we watch and Max and two of their other friends, Elijah, Cole and a girl next to Cole come over to chat.

They start talking and Jackson turns slightly to quietly say something to me.
"Hey so um," Jackson stammers. "What did Ryan say to you?" He says lowly.

"I don't even know," I sigh as I run my hands over to rub my face. "Something about how he thinks I'm lying and I'm not actually dating you or," I drift off. "I don't fucking know dude he's all over the place."

"He's a fucking bitch," Jackson says as he shakes his head.
"Tell me about it."

"I'm gonna go grab a beer," Max says to Jackson.

The music gets louder and more people start to dance.

Jackson looks over to the middle of the room over and suddenly his gaze darkens and his jaw hardens.
Before I can ask what's wrong, he turns to face me.

"Kiss me."

Huh?
I furrow my brows. "What no Jackson I'm not—"
"Kiss me Ameeriah he's looking at us," he says.

I turn my head over to the room. "What do you mea—" but I'm cut off  by Jackson's solid hand on my jaw, moving my face quickly to his.

I feel the hand that's holding my jaw loosen a bit as he moves it closer to my cheek to hold my face.
He works his mouth against mine and before I can even realize what I'm doing, I'm matching his pace.

He breathes me in and somehow he's equally aggressive but gentle?
It's really fucking hot.

He moves his over hand down the my side and pulls me closer into him and I feel something slightly hard.
Oh my fuck.

That's definitely his—
But I can't focus on anything but him moving his mouth against me.

He inhales while still kissing me and holy fuck is he a good kisser.
Like, seriously out of this world kind of good kisser.

I go to pull away slightly but as soon as I do, Jackson tightens his grip on my waist and continues moving his mouth against me.
I feel myself sigh into him and then realize holy fuck I'm kissing Jackson and holy fuck it feels really good and holy fuck I need to stop kissing him.

We finally break apart slightly, our foreheads touching.
We're both slightly out of breath and his lips are parted and his eyes and still closed.

"Do you think he saw?" I whisper, with one of his hands still on the side of my face and the other pulling me into him on my waist.
"Who?" He whispers back, slightly out of breath and only has barely opened his eyes slightly.

"Ryan, Jackson, do you think he saw?"
"Oh," he says, opening his eyes a little wider and looking dazed.

He pulls his head slowly away from mine and removes his hand from my face, but leaving the one on my waist.
"Yeah I uh," he stammers, "Yeah I think he saw."

He brings his hands up to his hair and exhales audibly. "Fuck I need a minute."

I nod my head and stay silent for a moment. "Actually, I'm about ready to go if you are."
"Yeah I'm," he gulps. "Yeah let's go," and I follow him out the door.

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Thanks for reading!
Eeeeeeeeekkkk FINALLY!!!! What'd u guys think of their first kiss scene?
-m