Fake it

Chapter 31

Cole's pov:

"You can't be serious" I mutter to myself as I try to lift Yvette off the floor. She refuses, pulling away causing her to fall back on the floor.

"Ouch!"She yelps "my butt " she puffs out her lower lip in a pout.

First, she starts giggling while we were kissing, which isn't bad it's just what is a person to think when someone laughs when they kiss them?
Second, she staggers by while her lips are on mine and pulls me with her and she falls onto one of the chairs that laid out on the other side of the balcony.

How did we get to one side of the large balcony to the other? You might ask.Well that answer is beyond me and probably left better unread.

When we'd finally broken away from each other--due to Yvette's unreliability to balance herself it causes her to fall on the marble flooring of the veranda.

I of course ended up getting stuck with picking her back up onto her feet.But since yvette's a natural sissy. Some things are easier said then done.

"Yvette c'mon, I got to take you home." I grumble making sure to keep my tone serious while rubbing my right arm. Yvette is heavier than she looks, which my injured arm is to no avail.

She looks up at me with concern, and with a soft voice she says, "are you okay?" She gets up and walks over to me. She grabs my arm and bends her head down and places her lips onto my hand.

She lifts her head up, her eyes gleaming. "There, all better."The smile on her face when she looked back up me was enough to drive me crazy.

A smile manages to stretch across my face. Her smile brightens, her cheeks flushed, I reach my hand over and cup her cheek. I caress her face with my thumb, inching closer.

We were this close.This close to kissing again.But I immediately stopped when I felt her hand come to rest on my chest pushing me away. I stare back at her stepping away. Before I go to ask what's wrong, her face pales and her eyes go wide. Her cheeks puff out and she runs to the railing looking horrified.

She leans her head over the railing and she let's all the fluids she's had stirring in her tummy out.

I make my way over behind her, seeing her back tense up.But my hands go to her hair brushing them back as she continues puking. Seriously how much did she drink?

"I probably look like a mess right now."She grumbles before letting the liquid out and splatter onto the ground below. I don't say anything but instead rubbed circles on her back in a soothing matter.

She leans away from the railing and I let go of her hair. Her eyes staring into mine as she wipes the corner of her mouth. My hands go to my back pocket pulling out a napkin and handing it to her.

"Here."I hand her the white clothe which she takes and wipes down her face.

"Thanks."she mumbles out a blush creeping onto her cheeks clearly embarrassed of what just happened.

I bellow a sigh and shake my head. "Good thing you decided to do that now, I don't know what I would have done if you threw up all over my Angelina" I say, stuffing my hands in my pocket.

"Haha that would've been bad, poor car." She chuckles nervously and walks--well limping would be a better way to describe it.I swing my arm around her shoulder and she instantly leans into me her own arm wrapping around the back of my waistband.

"Let's get you home." I whisper leading her out of the party.

We walked out the front door of the hall and headed to my black chrysler parked ahead. It was very difficult leaving that party in one piece, there were bunch of horny guys grinding or dry humping girls, who just returned disgusted looks on their faces.