Complicated

Chapter 35

Gavin: I'm here

I apply another coat of mascara, grab my black leather jacket and look into the mirror one last time.

I'm wearing a deep red, strapless dress that is tight and ends about mid thigh. The black leather jacket goes perfectly with the color of the dress, not to mention the black heels.

My hair is straight as usual with a smokey eye on silver and black.

I look pretty good.

"Where are you going?" My mom asks when I step down stairs.

"A party. Is that alright?" I ask. I completely forgot to ask my mom about going to the party, she doesn't usually mind, but I am only sixteen still.

"That's fine, will Devon be there?"

"Yes," I groan. If I would've said 'no' she probably wouldn't have let me go.

"Alright, alright. You be careful and no staying after midnight," she gives me a pointed look and I nod.

"Yes, promise," I say and kiss her cheeks before heading out the door.

The air is chilly, with it being dark out and all. I practically run to Gavin's car, wanting to get out of the cold weather.

"Hey," I puff out, closing the door and trying to focus on the heat coming from the vents.

"Hey," he smiles, leaning over to kiss my cheek. It catches me off guard for a second before I regroup and smile back.

Gavin obviously wasn't going to let me drive myself to the party, or go with Tammy and Hailey, so that's why he's picking me up.

Our deal is still intact and I just hope that nothing bad will happen. Only because if something did happen, Gavin probably wouldn't let me ever go to a party again.

"How far away is this Antonio's house?" I ask, adjusting the bra of my dress.

"Only about twenty minutes, not to far away," he assures.

A couple minutes go by when I feel a rough calloused hand being placed on my exposed thigh.

I look over at Gavin who keeps his eyes locked on the road, though I can clearly see a smirk trying to peak out.

My breathing is erratic, falling at different tempos and very jagged. I know he can here, you'd have to be deaf if you couldn't.

Another couple minutes go by when Gavin starts to draw tiny circles on my thigh with his thumb.

Here we go again.

We finally pull up to a nice looking house with plenty cars parked along the streets and in the driveway.

Gavin parks along the street across from the house, since there's no spots left any closer.

I'm about to open the door when a hand stops me, Gavin's hand.

I stop dead in my tracks, turning my head to face him.

His lips attach to my own in no time, moving against mine at a fast pace, not waiting for me to catch up.

Gavin's hands grip on to my waist, pulling me over the center counsel so I'm straddling his lap. My back digs into the steering wheel, but I ignore it as I'm having the best time.

Gavin finally slips his tongue into my mouth, massaging my own.

I moan into his mouth and accidentally grind my core against his jean clad crotch.