Allison's POV
My friends and I had gone to a party in a group. It was our highschool party. Everybody was there. We were at some guys house. I had forgotten who.My friends and I went on the dancefloor and started to dance. Maybe, 5 minutes in I had felt something on my butt. It was a dick. I looked back to see who it belonged to and it was the coolest guy in school, Kian Lawley. I turned around and started to dance with him. We were dirty dancing for about 30 minutes. And I went to sit down. My feet had gotten tired in the heels. He DAT down next to me. "So...." I said. "So..." He said. "What do you want to do now?" I asked.
I had known him since we were kids and I had fallen in love with him over the years. He had told me he had fallen for me as well. We hadn't kissed but, we've always been close. That's why I was so surprised when he was behind me.
"You know. I had always loved you right?" He said. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I then realized this was his house. "I've always loved you." I said. That's when we both leaned in and we kissed. He disconnected the kiss. "I want to show you something." He said. He grabbed my hand and we headed upstairs.
When we got upstairs we were in his bedroom. He threw me on the bed. He then got on top of me. I kissed him with passion. He met the passion. He took off my dress. I disconnected the kiss. "No fair." I said. "Fine." He said. He then took off his pants. I lifted his shirt. He pulled it down. "Nope." He said. I got the hint. I was about to unbuckle my bra when we heard a door open.
We both peeked out to see who was at the front door and it was his mom. "KIAN!!!!!" She yelled. He quickly put on his pants and headed downstairs. I put on my dress and grabbed my heels. I looked around for a quick escape and all I saw was a window. I went out the window, jumped down and ran home.
Well guys that was the second imagine. I would like to thank IM_GONNA_RANT for this imagine. It was all her idea. Again, please do not take any imagines that are in this book. Please comment for more imagines.
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