An Artistic Duo

Chapter 15 (Eli's POV)

Chapter 15 (Eli's POV)

"Huh?" I muttered, jumping upright, my head spinning in the process. I made a note to never do that again. I looked around me and I started to get my bearings. It was morning time, and I had just woken up.

"I said you stink, go take a shower."

I looked up at the sound of the voice and saw Levi standing next to his bed, fully clothed. He looked like he was about to go somewhere. I wouldn't be surprised if he was going to see his girlfriend; I've never seen a guy be that into a girl, but Levi definitely was.

"I stink?" I asked and smelled my shirt. It did, in fact, smell. Like dirt, actually, and I don't remember rolling around in dirt since I was a kid so why-

Wait. A. Fucking. Second.

It all came back to me then: Michael, Lace, falling and kissing.

I'd kissed Lace last night.

"Oh my fuck," I muttered, not even meaning to.

"I know, you smell really bad," Levi said, his nose scrunched up. "You're slipping."

"Not that!" I said, beginning to fall into hysteria.

Lace and I had kissed. Her fucking lips touched mine. The situation I was in right now is literally the worst possible in the world. I was a cheater now. And Kelsey, oh God, Kelsey. She's gonna kill me when she finds out.

At my outburst, Levi slowly turned around, his eyebrow raised. "What do you mean?"

I stopped and turned to him, realizing fully that he was in the room. Obviously, I couldn't tell anyone about the situation I'm in. "Um, nothing."

He turned back around, still eyeing me oddly then said, "I'm gonna go now," he said. "Or are you too crazy to be here alone?" 

"Yeah," I muttered, barely listening to what he was saying. Now that I remembered what we'd done, I couldn't get it out of my mind.

Levi looked at me strangely, shook his head, then left the cabin, leaving me alone with my thoughts that would not stop coming.

When was the last time I thought of Lace in that way? First, second year? I had totally forgotten about what I used to think of her, but now I had acted on it.

Or we had acted on it.

Lace had kissed back. For a good (really good now that I think of it) ten seconds she was kissing me back. Lace Carter, who's sworn she hates me since we first met, willingly put her soft lips on mine.

No not soft, filthy. Or something.

But this was interesting. I mean, it had to mean something. She wouldn't have stayed on top of me for so long if she really did hate me. I liked the sound of that. Lace on top of me.

Wait. No, I didn't. Lace was not someone I should like having on top of me. I have a girlfriend, and Kelsey was the only one I should want. Not like I wanted Lace or anything, that time period was gone, and should stay gone.

I wiped the smile that had appeared on my face about the same time I started thinking of Lace on top of me and sat up.

It was time to forget that that had ever happened. Lace was the enemy in every area except for when we were working on our project.

But damnit why did she have to be so, so.... beautiful?

I ran my fingers through my hair, a habit that I wanted to break but at the same time didn't because of how girls responded to it. Had Lace responded to it?