Contumacious

Parte 6

With that she already had disappeared from my sight before having a chance to lock the doors. leaving me to deal with a drunk minor instead of her parents.  

I looked at the back seat and he's smiling from ear to ear. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I guess I know where my next stop is.

I get home and throw him on my bed, "okay, you're sleeping here tonight. No breaking rules, or else I break your neck," I clearly state. "You wont talk and you will go to sleep," I instruct.

He sits on his stomach, resting his face in his hands. Listening closely. And humming. "But thats boring."

"I have better things to do than dealing with a drunk kid alright?" With that my phone buzzes in my pocket I pull it out and see a text from an unknown number.

It reads: I'm really sorry for today, I just couldn't get him home drunk. Mom would end up killing me, then him when he's sober. I couldn't find a better idea than crashing him at your place and telling her anything other than the truth, take care of him, and thanks once again.

Where did she get my number?

Almost reading my mind she texts.

I called my cell from your phone when we were driving home from the club, by the way tonight was amazing. xox

I sigh and look up and seeing him already wrapping his arms around my neck. I push him away and carry him on my shoulder.

"Let me down!" He yells trying to free himself by beating his hands and legs.

"Sure," I let him down in the guest bedroom's bed and walk towards the door. "I changed my mind, you sleep here."

He sits at the end of the bed and looks at me with puppy dog eyes sticking his lower lips out  "I don't like sleeping alone."

I smile at him warmly, "I don't give a shit what you like, sweetheart" and with that I closed the door and locked it behind me.

Right after the lock clicked; I heard hysterical screaming, one more second and heads will be rolling.

I quickly unlocked and opened the door, the screaming is definitely louder by now. Why the fuck is he still screaming?

"Fine! Fine!" I yell over his screams and lean over to take him over my shoulders. Finally he stops screaming.

"Let's go to your room," he orders with an evilish tone to his voice, and unfortunately I have no option but to obey.

We get to my room and he hugs me instantly. I just now realised how tiny he is, tip toeing to reach my height. He slowly moves away and looks me in the eye. His eyes were now the lightest shade of green. He stops looking at my eyes only to stare at my lips. Looking back and forth between my eyes and lips before smacking his on mine. They were soft, no denial but they also tasted like alcohol, a lot of alcohol.

We go on kissing for a while, both of us fighting for dominance. He slips his tongue in my mouth and starts exploring, When things get steamer.

I pull away and get to his ears whispering "There is no way in hell we're fucking tonight, buttercup" and with that I push him to bed.

I get to the other end of the bed and he gets closer to my back. "One more kiss, please?" he pleads.

Earlier wasn't that bad, I could do it one more time. I turn around and his lips are already too close, this time he gets on top of me and turns it more into a make-out session. I find something about the way he's kissing me. He doesn't flinch at the fact that he's making out with a guy, but the opposite, he's very good at it, and that's when it hits me.

"Who is Sam?" I ask, breaking the kiss. 

"W-what? Who cares abo-" he stumbles.

"I was clear wasn't I?" I look him straight in the eye, almost into his soul. "Who is he?" I repeated myself. Looking serious as ever.

"He's that guy I'm crushing on." He causally says, Shrugging. 

"So you're gay?" I ask an obvious question.

"Yes." He confesses.