Lost in His Touch

CH 3

    As promised ❤️ chapters release every Sunday! I really hope this story does well! Not a lot of traction at the moment, but even one fan would make me squeal :) enjoy!

     "Hello?" I answered, bringing the phone to my ear. " Yeah, okay. I'll be down in a second. Yes, I'm fine. Yep. Mhm. Alright. Love you too." I hung up the phone. I glanced back up at Tyson.

    "Your friends?" He asked. I nodded. We both stood up from the bed. I smoothed out my clothes nervously. We didn't say anything as we exited his room and made our way downstairs. I managed to spot Jason and T standing together by the door. But, before I could step off the last step, I felt a sudden wetness splash on me. I froze as a girl screeched at the top of her lungs.

    "You fucking bitch!" She yelled as she reached out to pull my hair. I smacked her arm hard and pushed her back. That only made her even more furious. She ran at me again full force. I felt Tyson wrap his arm around me and turn us around. With his other arm, he grabbed the railing to ensure that we didn't move forward as she smacked into his back. She began hitting his back as hard as she could. I looked up at Tyson. He looked down at me apologetically. He winced each time she hit him. "How could you be up there with a new bitch already!" She yelled.

    I mentally face-palmed. A crazy ex? I don't have time for this. I stepped off his arm and moved around him as she brought her hand down again. SMACK. Her hand connected with my face. The music at the party stopped as everyone looked on. I inhaled slowly. I glanced at the girl. She had a smirk on her face. I didn't say anything as I took a step forward. This is not worth my time. The girl grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.

    As she pulled my face to hers, I gripped her by the throat and squeezed. "I tried to be the bigger person." I spat through gritted teeth. My grip tightened. " I don't fucking have time for this." I snatched her hand from my head with my free hand. I proceeded to shove her into the table behind her. The table collapsed under her body weight. All the drinks on the table spilled all over her. I walked to the door where my sister and Jason stood. I might be shy, but no one is going to fuck with me.

    Jason grabs my face examining it. "Ouch... it's going to bruise." I shrugged him off. They followed behind me as we walked to his car. I fucking hate parties. Jason held my door open as I stood there staring off into space. I was pissed, but I was not about to let a stranger get the best of me. "Nick." Jason gently spoke placing a hand on the smalls of my back. I looked up at him without emotion. He placed a kiss on my forehead.

    "Can we go home please?" I asked. He nodded, helping me into the car. The trip home was quick. Jason held my hand as my sister sat singing quietly in the back. Once home, We made our way to our rooms. T offered Jason and me a good night before we parted into separate rooms. Jason often stays at my house, so he has his room, but I always make him sleep with me. I walked into my closet and changed into an oversized T-shirt. Once dressed, I stepped out to find Jason already in bed.

    "Are you okay?" He asked me. I nodded in response. I didn't want to talk, honestly. I just wanted to sleep. Today was more than I expected. I climbed into bed as Jason put on a show for us to watch. My mood brightened once I realized it was The Ametuer. I loved that show. I tried staying up to watch, but once I got settled, my eyes closed.

    I woke up to an empty bed. I groaned, throwing myself out of the bed. I hate waking up in the morning. The warmth of my bed provides a peace like no other. It takes my body some time to kickstart itself. I wobbled over to my bathroom to take care of my morning routine. Morning and night care is important to me. As I stared at myself in the mirror, my mind flashed back to last night. I kissed a guy I had only known for ten minutes. I closed my eyes cringing. The worst part is that I liked it. I don't know if this bruised eye was worth it.

    I don't take much interest in people. I don't care for relationships or affection from another person. I don't even want anything sexual either. Well... Typically. But when I think of Tyson, I feel a tingle in my stomach. I don't like him, I think. A part of me wants to explore him. I don't know. I can only compare my feelings to a guy I dated a few years ago. He was my only boyfriend. Even then, I didn't like him that much. I was only with him because I was simply curious.

    His name was Domino. Domino and I dated for a year and a half. I was 17 while he was 18. I got nothing from it. He wasn't a good boyfriend. He never really paid me any attention. And if he did, it was only when he wanted to have sex. I'd turn him down. He'd get mad and shame me. I should have broken up with him, but I didn't care. And... I didn't know how to. Eventually, we did try sleeping together once. 0 out of 10 would not recommend. For someone who wanted sex so much, he surely didn't know what he was doing. I mean neither did I since it was my first time, but I knew it was bad. After that, he ended up sleeping with my ex-best friend two weeks later. I ghosted both of them. I didn't have time.

    My mind drifted back to Tyson. He was different. He felt different. I wanted something from him. I don't know what it is yet. I finished my morning routine and walked downstairs. My family all sat at the kitchen table eating the breakfast our mom cooked for us. There were 7 of us. There's Aiden (25), Ethan (24), Theo, Leo, Tanasha, and I (22), and Kaylee (20). We all attend different colleges nearby. During the week, we stay at the dorms and come home on the weekends. T, Kay, Jason, Kaylee,
and I will be starting at a new college Monday. Our old college decided to merge with a new college and become a joint thing. It's weird.

    "You're going viral!" Tanasha exclaimed once I sat down. She showed me a video on her phone of me taking down the girl who tried to fight me yesterday. " Isn't that cool?" I scoffed. What's cool about having your life blasted all over the internet? I glanced at my own phone.

    That's how my Saturday went. We ate, chilled by the pool, and did the same Sunday.