Ghost of the Past

You Know I'm No Good

"What the hell was that about?!" I shouted at Ghost, referring to the whole 'pin guy to wall by throat' scene.

"He knocked you over," Ghost mumbled, not meeting my angry stare.

"Is that it? You can't just go around strangling people because they knocked into me! It happens all the time! I go to a fucking public school for Christ's sake, everyone knocks into everyone!" I seethed at him.

"Well you can't just continue to let people walk all over you like your fucking mother does!" Ghost's eyes blazed as he raised his voice back at me.

I visibly flinched when he mentioned my mother and he immediately realised what he'd said. He knew my relationship with my mother was a line not to cross and right now, the line was a dot to him he was that far across it.

"Don't you dare bring that into it!" I raged, pointing an accusing finger at his chest.

"Look, Lex... I'm- I'm sorry, let me explain I-" Ghost started before I cut him off.

"Don't. Don't even try to explain yourself, Ghost." I said, my voice emotionless and my face passive. Kaspar, bless him, had his gaze flitting back and forth between me and Ghost like he was watching a game of tennis.

"C'mon, Kaspar." I said, walking away from Ghost and dragging Kaspar along with me.

"But I-" Kaspar said before I cut him off with a glare. He raised his hand in mock surrender before obliging to my wishes. We got in Kaspar's car before driving off and leaving Ghost staring after us.

"So, where to?" Kaspar asked once we'd pulled out of the school grounds.

"My house?" I questioned, looking over at him with a smirk on my face, "mum's not home and well, my dad left when I three and never came back."

"Your house it is then," Kaspar responded, winking at me.

I took liberty of him keeping his eyes trained on the road and openly analysed him. His scruffy, blonde hair and blue eyes gave him the 'boy next door' look. He had a strong jaw with faint stubble dusting his cheekbones. His facial structure was nowhere near as prominent as Ghost's but he was still gorgeous. He had a clear, tanned complexion and thick eyebrows. His nose was slightly crooked as though he'd taken a few hits.

Poor bastard.

After happily checking Kaspar out for the entire ride, we arrived in my driveway. I hopped out of the car and walked to the door, fumbling with the lock before letting us both in.

It was that moment we became complete animals. Bags were thrown on the floor along with shoes and jackets. I pulled Kaspar into the living room before smashing my mouth onto his.

He groaned, attaching his hands to my waist whilst mine locked in his hair. Our lips moved in sync, teasing each other. Eventually, Kaspar got bored of the material of my shirt and he pulled it over my head, pulling away from the kiss for a few seconds to dispose of his tee as well.

My hands made their way down his muscled back, feeling every groove and scar. They travelled around to his abdomen, exploring every ab. His hands too wandered to my bra before he unclipped it and threw it somewhere in the room.

We moved to the couch, Kaspar pushing me down before following soon after. His eyes had darkened with lust, almost black. His lips left mine before reattaching themselves onto my neck and making a mark on me.

Things quickly escalated and that was how I ended up doing the dance-with-no-pants with Kaspar in my living room.

Oh no.