Cal smirks, jumping on top of me and grabbing my waist.
"What-what are you doing?"
"Shut up Simon, I know you like it"
I blush and well, I guess I kinda do. Deciding to close off my thoughts, I moved closer to him.
Cal tangled his fingers in my hair as I fiddled with the bottom of his shirt. I still have no idea what I'm doing- is this even attractive? Or do I just look like a 14-year girl trying to be sexy but it doesn't work out because she's fucking fourteen but she thinks she's eighteen- yeah me right now...
Okay closing thoughts off again.
I remove his shirt and he begins to remove mine.
Cal begun to kiss me but I pulled away-
"What is it?"
"Are we-"
"Fuck it"
"Are you drunk Cal?" I stood up, he did too. We were face to face.
Cal laughed, "Nooo.." He was lying.
"Really?"
"Are you?"
"No."
He backed me up against the wall, placing an arm one side of me and lowering his mouth to my ear.
"Shame.." He whispered, walking out of my room.
WHAT
THE
FUCK?
Why do I have this sudden feeling that now I really want to get drunk?
