Romeo and Juliet

21-R-

Sit Me On Your Lap, Darling

"Look who's here! Prince Charming," Julie purrs.

"Helena," he groans, ignoring Julie. Of course he would come. We are both defying each other.

"Wha—" I push him and another person away when I feel a wave of nausea. Despite the world spinning around me, I run as if my life depends on it, which, technically, it does.

I empty my stomach, gagging. A few seconds later, he appears beside me.

"Are you okay?" he asks, pulling my hair away from my face. When did I lose my ponytail?

I nod. "Where were you?"

There's a brief silence. "It doesn't matter. Your dance was hot though. Wanna give me a private dance here in the bathroom?"

"Romeo."

He sighs. "With Chloe."

I take a deep breath in and out. "Alright." After flushing, I sit on the floor and lean against the bathtub. The bathroom is a mess. It is disgusting but I can't stand at the moment.

"Why did you come?" he asks, kneeling in front of me.

"Julie brought me."

"She was here earlier. How did she end up there?"

"I have no idea."

"Must be important."

I shrug. "Did you know that I have a price? Apparently I do for my best friend. She got paid to go and get me."

He smiles. His voice is addicting. I don't want him to say anything because I know he is going to make me angry, but I still want to hear it.

I punch him on his leg. "Don't tell me what to do next time. I will do it anyway."

"You drank a lot." He points out. He sounds upset about it and I love it.

"So, you were with Chloe." My eyes remain on the floor.

"That's right. That's my job here. Being with every girl."

I chuckle. "Tell me about it. So, did you sleep with her?" I ask.

He laughs. "No! I'd sleep with many girls, but not her. We did make out, though."

"Did you like it?"

"I enjoy the feeling of having the girls I want, yes."

I nod, understanding. I do want to kiss him though. I haven't erased his name from my list because I am waiting for it. A peck doesn't count.

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"You've never had me. Am I in your list?"

He looks at me puzzled.

"Come one. You know what I am talking about."

"No, I don't." Every player has a list.

I pull out my phone and show him my lock screen first. "Do you like it?"

He chuckles so loud, I become dizzy. Tingles warm my feet.

"You like the cowboy? You should have asked me, babe. I have a better one."

He scrolls through his phone in search of the picture, meanwhile, I search for my list of boys to show him. I deserve a sticker for being honest.

My eyes threaten to pop out when I see the other photo. I wonder who took that picture of him. He has the cowboy pose with his hand on his hat and his other hooked in the belt loops. He doesn't have a shirt on and I can savor all the skin from that screen.

He sends me the picture and asks me to use that as the lock screen instead. I do without hesitation.

"My name list is here."

My glares at me when he sees his name last. To be honest, he was in my mind the entire time I was making the list. I just didn't want to build to his ego if he ever saw it. And here he is, sitting beside me and studying my list.

"That looks better." He erases his name, types it way at the top, and puts a check mark on it.

"Hey! That's not how it works." I take the phone from his hand and remove the check mark.

He rips my phone from my hand again and puts it behind him. "Tell me how it works then."

"We have to kiss."

He looks at me for a few seconds, then grins. I recognize that smile. He's thinking of something mischievous.

"A kiss?"

"What? Are you worried of kissing me?"

His hand swiftly finds the back of my head. A slight tug on my hair and a swift lean in for a kiss leaves me breathless. But breath seems unnecessary. His tongue invades my mouth with a rough yet skilled dance, leading me onto his lap. My hands explore his body, tracing the contours of his chest and arms.