(More Than) Just Friends.

Chapter One

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An impassioned gasp left my lips as I could feel his cool breath against mine. His hands slid from the sides of my stomach, to my waist, then rested at my hips, sending a flaming intensity throughout my entire body and to my chest. My movement was restricted because he had me pinned against the wall, right where he wanted me. I let his steady breath fan the side of my neck and my eyes rolled backward in delight. I found myself tugging on my bottom lip, trying to find at least an ounce of self restraint and not rip off his clothes right here.

His was intoxicating.

Our faces lingered in front of each others for just a moment, teasing the other before he finally gave in, smashing his lips into mine. I kissed him back roughly and wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked to the other side of the room and then threw me on the bed. Initially, I imagined my first time to be gentle, and slow, but this was so much different. It was passionate and sexy. I wanted him so much, and now finally, I could have him.

I sat up quickly as I completely woke up--from that godawful dream I might add--all at once. I was extremely out of breath and sweating like crazy.

Why was this happening? Why was I having these dreams  about him? Almost every night, nothing made them go away at this point. Not relaxing music, not thinking about someone else, or even watching a comedy before going to bed! Nothing worked and I was desperate at this point to make them stop.

I put my head in my hands and sighed exasperatedly. A sudden flood of embarrassment washed over me as my cheeks became rosy. What would he think if he knew I was having these dreams? The mere thought made me cringe. He couldn't find out. He'd think I was a weirdo.

I picked up my phone from the nightstand and went to my latest text message.

It was from him. It read "lol ik you're sleepy. Just gtb. I love you. Gn ."

My heart fluttered at the most significant part of the message, those three special words.

Oh you thought that was cute, eh? I probably would too if the circumstances were different. Only that message wasn't from a boyfriend... Or a boy toy, but from him. And the fact that those three little words came from him, was the reason why this was completely inappropriate. He shouldn't say things like that to me.. Things that I knew he didn't mean.

This was getting out of hand. I was too mortified to tell a soul about these dreams, but what could I do at this point? It was all too much.

I needed help and a ton of it. First order of business, getting some sleep. I was a monstrosity without at least eight hours. Hopefully, I'd be able to get a few more in.

I looked over at my alarm clock and sighed, completely annoyed after it revealed that it was 5:02 a.m.

Since I had to get up in an hour anyway, I decided that it was wise to go ahead and get a head start.

I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and made breakfast.

Before I even knew it, 7:30 had arrived.

I hurried to my car and before long, I was pulling into a parking spot in front of my school. School... A place that murdered children and teens' creativity and individuality all over the world. Where we're forced to attend in order to 'make something of ourselves ,' but the very things that make us special , are stomped out.

I got out of my Kia Rio, walked in and went to my locker. I tried to think about my biology test today, even though I knew I'd pass with flying colors. Somehow, my mind drifted back to him. I tried thinking of his flaws so I would stop doing whatever I was doing, but that was the problem. He wasn't flawed at all in my eyes. He was perfect.

I pulled out a red, orange and pink notebook for my first three classes, then just as I was slamming my locker shut, I heard his voice.

"Kylie!" His deep, raspy voice bellowed in the school's corridors.

I turned and that's when I saw him. Literally the guy of my dreams that I could never have.... My best friend, Levi.