Not Just Another Boy

Chapter 4

It was a huge party. I'd been to house parties before...but this was ridiculous. It was in a huge house (I didn't even know whose house it was) and it was bouncing. The music was so loud i felt my bones jitter in my body. My heart was beating fast as i walked through the door. I felt amazing. My dress wrapped my figure perfectly. I felt like I was meant to wear this dress. Like I was born in this dress.

I followed my sister and Max around for a while, but then they told me to buzz off, so I did. I walked around for a while. If I was a football player...where would I be hiding at a house party...

I was wandering around aimlessly for a while. I actually had a few guys smile at me and wolf whistle while I walked through the party. It must be the dress. I took the hint about Tom liking legs; I was wearing the tallest heels I owned, huge black stilettos.

I walked past a group of guys on my search for Tom, and that was when I heard him.

“I’d wolf whistle but you have taken my breath away….dayum.”

I turned around and saw Tom Wright, who looked so damn hot tonight. He had black skinny jeans, and a simple white t-shirt that hung loosely around his neck but clung to his biceps. His bright blue eyes were piercing through me whilst I examined him. His blond hair was swept to the side, and messy. I think I heard Angela call this hairstyle ‘the tidal wave’ (she’s a hairdresser)

I smiled at him in acknowledgement. “Well thanks…” I stopped awkwardly, my voice was shaking. Why!? Oh Why?? I was so nervous!

He smiled back at me. “You’re cute” he said, putting his arm up gently against the wall, leaving me pretty happily encased between his chest and upper arm as we talked, and I felt like this was more private, and no one was judging me.

“My favourite colour’s red…and I’ve got to say…you pull it off babe.” He bit his lip, and leaned in closer to me.

“Thanks.” I replied, not able to wipe the smile from my face.

“No…wait! I knew I knew you from somewhere! You’re the red shirt girl who whistled me at training!” he said happily, looking into my soul for an answer. (or at least it felt like it to me…)

“Yes. Yes I am…good memory you have there Captain.” I smiled. He giggled sweetly.

He smelt so good. Like aftershave mixed with too much lynx from the locker-room, mixed with heaven.

We talked for a while, about an hour or so. He mainly did the talking, however he asked me a few questions. What school I went to, what football team I went for.

“So what’s it like?” I said, breaking the silence as he sipped his beer, his arm still encasing me.

“What babe?” he said, swallowing.

“Being the Captain…Being so popular.” I said, looking up into his sapphire eyes.

He smiled, and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Well, it’s a ton of work, but I have dreams. I want to play world class soccer, and playing for Lancaster will get me there. It’s a great club too, don’t get me wrong…but you know. I’m young….” He paused, thinking for a moment.

“Wait, sorry what was your name?” he smiled awkwardly.

“Diana. Diana Richmond.” I replied, not breaking eye contact from his beautiful eyes. He had a tortured soul. I knew it. There was something inside him, something behind Tom Wright, that made him hurt. That made him more human.

“Oh, pretty name. Well, anyways, I’m young Diana. I’m only 17.” He wasn’t smiling, but was looking down, a painful look on his face.

“I know, you have so much pressure put on you. I understand. It must be hard to know that you’re a role model to people, and if you make a mistake, you won’t be the only one disappointed.” I said, realising I sounded like Dr.Phil, but not caring.

He looked up at me, a caring look on his face. “Wow, you’re great. This is the first meaningful conversation I’ve had with a girl…well, forever. I’m lonely Diana. When I saw you, as beautiful as you are, I thought there was something special about you. I guess I was right. I’m sick of girls just wanting to have a fling with me, just cause I’m Captain. As much as I like girls for all of that…I’m also lonely. Girls don’t really want to talk to me, which is sad, because my favourite thing to do is have long, deep conversations.”

He stopped, slipping the arm that was on the wall around me. He sent shivers down my spine. Surely, this couldn’t have been happening. I was dreaming about him, and maybe even his putting his arm around me just like this, only last night! This was crazy.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he said, his large hand on the small of my back.

“Yes.” I replied, wrapping my arm around him.

“I know a great coffee shop downtown. I hate parties…they’re too noisy”. He said, leading me to the front door. He had to use the bathroom, so while he was in there I grabbed out my phone and group messaged both Angela and Max, and Mum.

Group Message: Mum, Angela, Max

Tom’s taking me downtown for coffee. Score! I know its 11.00…but I should be home around about 1:30? Is this okay?

Within a minute, mum replied.

To: Diana

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY! WELL DONE! AHHHHH! IMSO HAPPY FOR YOU! BE CAREFUL, AND TELL ME HOW WELL HE SNOGS WHEN YOU GET HOME. X

I sighed. At least she understands, and she’s a pretty cool mum. I don’t know if I’ll be snogging him tonight, would I? MAYBE I WOULD…..

Max and Angela both replied with a simple “OK” ( They were busy I suppose) and then, Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Let’s go babe!”he said, wrapping his arm around there. I suddenly realised why I’d felt so cold whilst he was in the bathroom, that arm had been around me for a while…

I was going to a coffee shop with Tom Wright after a house party, at which we flirted like mad.

I had to keep telling myself, reminding myself it wasn’t a dream.

As we walked to the door, I saw a group of slutty girls at the door, in short black skirts, giving me evils, for being wrapped up in Tom’s arm. That felt good. Tom’s eyes didn’t even avert to them though.

“Wait…stop.” I said, wondering why he hadn’t even peeked at them.

“Why me?” I asked a puzzled Tom, staring at me dazedly.

"what?”he said, confused.

“With all those girls here…” I nudged my head towards the group of slutty girls. “Why did you pick me?? You could have had someone beautiful. A Soccer Girlfriend, someone worthy of you…” He put his finger over my lips. It made my heart flutter.

“I’m going to stop you there Di…” he already had a nickname for me. I loved the way he said my name. I loved the way he said everything.

“Since I met you an hour ago my eyes haven’t averted from you once. You don’t see it do you? You’re stunning! An absolute treasure! When I saw you in that dress, I wanted to….kiss you…..right then and there.” He said, a cheeky smile playing his lips.

“Kiss me?” I said, smiling.

“yeah.” He said, looking down, and then looking back up at me, waiting for my reaction.

“How would you do that?” I asked, happily.

He smiled. He slowly came close to me. We put a hand on my lower back, and pulled me very close, then he cupped my face in his other hand, and he pressed his lips against mine.

I was on fire. I had to be. I have never felt anything this good ever.

We parted, much, much too soon.

“I have to save something for later…” he said cheekily, wrapping an arm around me, and finally opening the door. We walked out the house and down the driveway together, me and Tom Wright.

Tom and I.