Something In The Orange

*Listen to: Dress- Taylor Swift

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Peyton, you need to go home."

I rolled my eyes. "No, I need you to stop acting like you care about me." He looked taken back. I ignored his response and tried walking away, but he grabbed my arm. "Talk to me, P, I don't understand." I shook my  head, "I don't want to talk."

He seemed concerned and I hate that I let a part of believe that he was.]

"Either let me go or come dance with me, Mr. Salvatore." He looked defeated. "Of course, Ms. Pierce." I led him to the crowd, taking his hands and running them down my body, starting to dance with him. His touch made my body weak, I felt like my skin was on fire.

Suddenly, my whole world felt like it was spinning and I lost balance, stumbling back against him. His arms wrapped around me, keeping me upright. "Come on, let's go," He said and I nodded. I don't have the energy to fight him. I'm just tired.

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"Where are we going?" I mumbled as he carried me down a hallway.

At least I think it was a hallway.

"My room."

He carried me inside, sitting me down on the bed. I kicked off my shoes, taking off my costume mask, and fangs, watching as he got some clothes out of his dresser. "Put this on," He instructed walking over and handing me a t-shirt. I took it, standing to my feet. "Will you help me?"

He stood behind me, moving my hair over my shoulder, his fingertips grazing my neck, sending chills down my back. He then slowly unzipped my dress, sliding the straps off of my shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. I took a deep breath, quickly pulling the t-shirt on. "Thanks," I mumbled, sitting back on the bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "I'm greattt," I cheesed. "You can stay here tonight." He walked over to his mini fridge, pulling out a water and bringing it to me. "You need to drink this." I took it, taking a small sip, before sitting it on the night stand beside his bed. "Where's your roommate?" I asked, laying down on the bed. "No thanks to who my dad is, I don't have one," He explained.

I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, his fingers so intricate with every button he undone. His hair fell over his forehead, his body relaxed.  Instead of forgetting, here I am remembering all the reasons why I am attracted to him.

"You look good," I spoke, barely above a whisper. His eyes met mine, as he pulled the shirt off of his shoulders. "And you're wasted." I huffed, rolling my eyes.

Jerk.

"I'll sleep in the floor," He said, starting to grab a blanket from the bed, but I stopped him. "No, lay with me." He looked at me, unsure. I slid over, "Please?" He laid down on his side, me on mine, and we faced each other. I smiled, raising my index finger and touched his nose. "Boop." I laughed. He smiled, shaking his head, but didn't say a word. I looked into his eyes, suddenly overwhelmed by emotions.

"I broke my own rules you know," I started. "What do you mean?" He furrowed his brows. "I caught feelings, but you didn't." He studied my face for a moment. "Peyton-" I cut him off, "It's okay, I know you don't like me, that's why I left when I seen the girl here, it was stupid. That's why when I seen you tonight, I just wanted to drink and forget."