𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

short filler chapter

once i'm inside i immediately go up to my room to start digging through my boxes to look for something nice i can wear to the party. i open up a box towards the back of my room and find a black sweater, nothing fancy at all, but i can style it. next i find the box my skirts are in and find my short black jean skirt, (yes i wanna look good tonight and show a lil sum sum, sue me.). i i them both out on my bed and dig through my shoe boxes to find something that matches. when i can't find anything i race downstairs and go into my moms room riffling through her boxes. i find a pair of her black converses she used to wear to when she would mange a restaurant in new orleans. i grab them and run back upstairs into my room. now i know that the party isnt till tonight and right now its only 1pm, but im too excited to wait. i try them all on together and start feeling like my old self when i look in the mirror. its been too long since i've been to a party. hell it's been too long since ive dressed in anything other than shorts, sweats, or leggings. my outfit is perfect.

i decide to invite boris over until it's time to go. i was gonna eat but im too excited to eat honestly. i text him to come over and not even two minutes later he's tapping on my window. "fuck!", i jump startled. i look over to my window and see him pointing to it signaling to let him in. i walk over to the window and open it. he climbs in and smiles at me, "already dressed?", he says eyeing me up and down. "anytime you don't see my truck in the driveway come through the door. you keep scaring the shit outta me.", i say to him annoyed. he ignores my words and grabs me by the waist, "you look so fucking good new girl.", he says smiling at me. i give him a peck on the cheek and twist out of his grip, flinging myself onto my bed. "ughhhhh i don't wanna wait to go to the partyyy. i'm too excited, the times gonna pass by so fucking slow.", i say whining. he sits down on my bed and pulls me off my back so that im sitting up with him. "i know way we can pass time.", he says as he moves my hair out of my face and cups my chin in his hand. i look at him for a long second. i know he expects me to laugh him off and give him the, "not yet we're taking this slow" speech, but im seriously considering making an exception of this rule for just one day. we're going to a party tonight where im probably gonna get incredibly drunk and try to makeout with him. why not just do it now. screw it, im gonna suprise the fuck out of him, and screw the rule just for today. i still won't fuck him or anything yet, but how can making out be so wrong? i wanna rip off his clothes right now, but im willing to compromise with myself, and that's the important part. "like how?", i say smiling at him innocently. his face turns a bright red and i can instantly tell he didn't expect that to be my answer. "like this?", i ask climbing on top of him, my knees on either side of his legs. as i straddle him i see a wave of shock go through his face. "i-", he starts to say, but i cut him off my lips contenting with his. he pulls away with a smirk, "so quick to take charge, eh?", he says almost laughing. i roll my eyes and start to say something cocky but before i can he grabs my legs and flips me around so that im laying flat on my bed. he laughs at my shocked face and crawls on top of me, "this is ok?", he says smirking at me. i look at him with large eyes and nod my head fast. i put my hands behind his neck, trying to pull him down into a kiss but he doesn't move. i look at him with puzzlement, "i mark you first.", he says with a slight evil smirk. "what do you mean- oh fuck.", i say as he cuts me off and begins sucking on my neck. i hear a muffled giggle from my neck, which i assume is from my reaction, but i don't care. i tangle my hands in his hair moaning into his ear as he finds my sweet spot. i whine out in surprise we he suddenly disconnects from my neck. he studies the red and purple bruise on my neck with a smile, "look so pretty when bruise is on your neck instead of hands, yes?", he asks. this boy is seriously too close to pushing me to fuck him right here right now. i take a deep breath and respond with a weak, "mhm", as i look at him with large eyes. he chuckles at that, and presses his lips into mine eagerly. the kiss quickly goes from sloppy and fast, to passionate and slow, our tongues dancing around eachothers mouths. he bites my lower lip softly and i moan out a whine. he disconnects with me quickly and i watch his pupils grow as shock runs through his face. "what's wrong?", i ask him, scared that i've done something wrong. "nothing wrong, i have to stop or i'll end up fucking you. need to control myself.", he tells me as he climbs off of me. "the sound you make, i never hear something so beautiful before.", he says looking over to me with shock still on his face. he leans over to me and gives me a short, yet passionate kiss. i'm surprised he stopped himself. any other man i've dated would have ripped off my clothes and not controlled themselves. boris looks at me with a stupid smirk on his face,  "don't look so surprised new girl, i wait until you say is ok for us to go further, ok?", he says to me. i smile up at him, "okay boris.", i say scooting closer to him and lay my head on his chest. he examines me neck as i lay on him, "will need to cover if you don't want potter to see.", he says running his thumb over the bruise. "unless you're ready to tell him now.", he says and i can hear the smirk in his voice. i yawn as i feel his body heat under my cheek through his tshirt. "i'll cover it up before the party.", i say, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy. "take nap new girl, will the time go be faster.", i hear him say as i drift of to sleep.