The Queen Of Fuck Ups {m.c.}

Young Gods

~Listen to the song. It's perfect...

His pink lips are pressed against mine, slightly open with our tongues fighting for dominance. His hand slides down my side and grabs harshly onto my ass. A moan escapes into his mouth and his mouth takes over mine completely. In a quick motion he flips us over so he lays on top of me. His lips travels down my chin and ever so slowly travels down to my neck. A breathless chuckle leaves his lips as his green eyes falls on mine.

"I told you. I'm not good at being dominated." I desperately grab his neck pulling him back to my lips.

"Alice?" Everyone's eyes are on me, who are staring at Michael. Which he seems fairly aware of because his lips are turned up in a motherfucking smirk. I hate that smirk. He just thinks that he knows everything and that I'm fantasising about him. Which I am but that is a minor detail and he should never know that.

"What do you wanna do tonight?" Everyone's attention is still completely on me so sadly I can't go back to my thinking from before. It's weird as fuck that I constantly think about Michael, but I just couldn't deny the sexual tension between us when he was at my house. Every time I look at him I imagine making out with him or just fucking him in general. The sad part about it is that he probably knows because I always zone out completely and just look at him. One day it was for a solid 5 minutes and he looked back at me all the time.

"I was thinking about going to The Dump and just drink and get high when I'm done. Nothing iconic tonight." I know they wanted to party so at least I can get tonight to think while I paint.

"Oh okay. We were gonna go to a friend of Luke's who is having a party. But I can stay with you if you want to?"

"No it's fi-"

"I'm staying with you. I'm not in the mood for partying." Fuck you Clifford. What game are you playing? I hate him. But I wanna fuck him. It's so complicated. Couldn't I just fuck him for real and get it all over with? Continue my life as the normal Alice and not some whining bitch who it attracted to Michael. But who wouldn't look at him as fucking hot with his black and slightly coloured hair? Like for real.

"Okay Mike, but we're leaving now because I want the place empty." A chuckle escapes someone and my gaze fall on Luke that just smirks and raise his eyebrows. I ignore him and start to walk towards The Dump. All of the bottles in my bag making way to much noise. Michael grabs every piece of long grass on the way, peeling of the leaves before dropping it to the ground and then repeating. His fingertips seems a bit hard, like he use his fingers a lot, but not like that. Perv. I think I 'dated' a guitarist once that had fingers that looked like that.

"Do you play guitar?" Because if he does, then damn. I won't get over this daydream thing in a long time if he fucking knows how to work his fingers.

"Uh? Yeah I do. How'd you know?" Fucking bullshit Clifford. That guy is going to ruin my life. But Luke almost did too and then we had sex and everything was back to normal. So I just have to fuck him. Great...

"Your fingertips. I once saw a guitarist that had hardened fingertips, like you." A smile creeps on Michael's face and I know what he is thinking before he says anything.

"Well then you know what people say about guitarist and that they are very skilled with their hands."

"Yeah well Michael I don't really care about how skilful you may be with you hands." For a moment I don't control my breathing and I suck in the air, getting reminded by my dream from last night.

"Oh yeah right. Normally people stare at me for 5 minutes straight, completely zoned out and when you get back to earth you squirm as if you had just been taken stealing candy from your parents. You know I'm right." Okay fuck. Am I the least discreet person in the world? I really thought I covered it a bit at least.