Quirks Of Being A Queen Bee ✔ COMPLETED ✔

Chapter Three

After about a ten minute drive we finally reached his house. Alex had the big mansion house that was surrounded by different flowers like ; lilaic, roses and all sorts of flowers I've never seen in my life. 

It was all Ms.Rivers definitely, she's got a thing for flowers as long as I could remember. 

"Here you go." He opened the door for me, smirking.

I chuckled and we made our way to the house. 

"Sooo, what do you want to do first?" He wrapped his hands around me and began laying soft kisses down my neck.

I winked at him and began pecking and kissing his lips teasingly.

"Rawwr", he groaned, kissing me hardly against the wall.

"Hmm, are your parents there?" I whispered in between the small moans that escaped my lips.

"Noo", he moaned, as I kissed him on his soft spot.

Suddenly there was a clearing of throat from behind us and I froze in scare.

It was Ms.Rivers looking at us with a unreadable expression on her face. 

I pulled away from Alex and fixed my clothes, hair and maintained my posture.

This will be awkward.

"Mom, I". Alex began and she cut him off.

"Forget it, your father needs to see you right away in the office, he has some stuff to discuss with you". She firmly said.

"Amanda". She smiled and nodded walking out of the room.

I smiled a fake one, and sighed a huge relief when she was gone.

Wheew, way too awkward. His mom just caught us hot and heavy down each other's throat, how more awkward could it get?

 I perched myself on the sofa, crossing my legs and trying o act civilized, waiting for Alex to come back. I bit my lip, trying to get over that bump in the road. I wondered if it would be likely that Mrs. Rivers would ever let me back in that house again, when Alex returned back, putting an arm around me. 

"What did your dad want?" I asked, kissing his neck lightly as he entwined our fingers.

"Grades. You know. The usual stuff." He said nonchalantly. 

"Okay." I kissed him on the cheek, and he sighed.

"My mom's gonna be watching me like a hawk, so we can't." I pouted, "I know." 

"Let's go to your room." 

Alex's room is pretty big, with a big wooden desk in the corner with books and homework he never handed in scattered across the table and floor, and there were some clothes lying around, but I loved it. It was so him. He let me in first then closed the door, locking it. "If my mom rattles the doorknob, we're doing homework." I grinned and sat myself down on the bed, crossing me legs, and wrapping my arms around his neck as he joined me. I pressed my lips to his with force, and I think we spent about ten minutes just sitting there making out. 

"So," I said, breaking it off, "About this party..."

"It's at seven. We're going to go early and snag all the drinks, obviously, and we're just going to chill." He planted a kiss by my collarbone, "You are up for it, right?"

"Hell yeah." I replied, swinging my legs off the bed and getting up, blinking at him alluringly, "Do you not want me to go, babe?" 

"'Course I do." He grunted, kissing me. "That's why I'm asking." I twirled my hair around with my finger.