I was no one...until I met him

Chapter 3

Ok guys this is going to be chapter three, yeah. I'm not good serious righting so I'll make it as cheesy romantic as I can! Yeah! It's gonna get a bit steamy! But not that steamy mind you. You know a decent level of steamy, nothing too out there. Well someone's been telling me that Cathy Beth should have a boyfriend. Your wish is my command!

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Chauncy gently pulled me into the centre of the room and we started dancing the night away. Everyone moving in sync to the music, it was incredible to be here with him. Just incredible. He stared down at me all the time, it made me feel a bit nervous but then I got used to it.

(Please readers, read this in the most dramatic way possible! I mean you don't have to but it completes the effect!)

"I've been thinking about you for a long time. Stella. The way you walk down the corridor swishing your hair back and forth. The cute outfits you wear... I've been dreaming about you."

Chauncy said this with the lowest, huskiest voice. I had ever heard.

"Everything about you."

I didn't have a reply I just smiled and dragged through to the kitchen, I was desperate for a drink of anything but alcohol. As we quickly manoeuvred our selves through the countless people I took a glass and used the tap to pour myself some water. Chauncy perched himself on the kitchen counter. I started drinking the water never taking my eyes off his.

He did it.

He did not.

Yes he did.

Oh my.

HE SMIRKED.

Oh wow.

How am I still sane.

Chauncy smirked at me. He smirked at me! All my dreams were complete! I approached him cautiously.

"Chauncy Horace. Did you just...smirk...at me."

I asked him.

"Maybe I did..." He replied.

Without giving me a chance to speak he pulled me in by his waist and gently pressed his lips against mine. It was gentle, the best thing I had ever felt. He started massaging my hair and gradually getting more and more intense. He carried on and as it takes two to tango I danced with him. Slowly ever so slowly he pulled me up on the kitchen counter with him. But this was too much I'm afraid. I didn't want to give myself to him. So I pulled away. I'll play hard to get. It took some force to part my lips with his and when I did, he just stared at my eyes and then started kissing me again. He moved his lips down to my neck but this was too much too soon. I don't know anything about him.

"Chauncy! Please! Stop!"

He looked up at me with puppy eyes. How could I resist?

"Look, Chauncy. This is too much too soon ok. I don't even know how old you are." I whispered into his ear.

"I'm 20, Stella."

Then he stood up and walked away into the sea of people dancing to the beat of the music.

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The next morning