I’m starting to wonder if this is really the thing for me. I can hear all the people downstairs screaming like fucking children. It’s hot tonight, that’s one other thing I don’t like about the South – it is so hot I am about to go mental. I slide on a white t-shirt over my tattoos, making them shadows on my skin. I hate wearing shorts, and as I’m defying the heat, I put some dark jeans on along with my boots. The mess of my hair pulled backwards with some sticky substance in the middle, leaving my curly locks on the side. I hear a quick knock on my door, and in comes Niall.
“This night hasn’t even started, and people are already crazy!” he screams in excitement. I shake my head laughing at him.
“I’m so ready to get some tonight, have you seen the girls?!”.
“Yeah one, and she’s screaming at me like a fucking kid at a birthday party.” He rolls his eyes and I join him downstairs to the main rooms.
The light has been dimmed, and there’s people literally everywhere; on the kitchen counter, across the couch, on the tables. We walk into the living room as I remind myself to get out of this house before 9 am tomorrow. Through the dimmed lights, I eye those piercing circles of brown, green and gold glancing at me. Leah. Her hair curls around her slender shoulders, as she curls around my being. Not physically, of course. She is wearing this white corset-ish lace top, leaving her shoulders bare and the toned stomach half bare as her high-waist shorts covers the rest of it. She would have looked like an angel, if it weren’t for her black boots and the studs of her shorts giving her an edge to her whole self. She is so sexy and confident, and that is a statement the rest of the room notices as well, including the girls.
“What are you staring at? I would say my butt, but I’ve been nothing but facing you, so I guess not.” She has a southern accent, but it’s not too strong. She laughs and she pulls her hair to one side, revealing a tattoo inside her arm, just below her shoulder. I can’t read it.
“No, I was actually admiring the ass that friend of yours is showing off.” I smirk. She looks behind her shoulders, eyeing a girl with long, brown hair with highlights. And blue eyes. What a combination.
“Yeah, that’s Hannah. She looks amazing, doesn’t she?” She’s admiring Hannah. “And her butt is heavenly.” She winks at me. Did she really just do that? She has no idea what that just did to my imagination. Her phone vibrates in her hands next to the red cup filled with something strong. She gives the phone a stare as her face twitch into an angry expression.
“Gotta go.” Her eyes holds mine as she leans in, touches my lips and I swear I can feel it down to my toes. Her breath has this cool taste to it. Her tongue dances along my bottom lip following a playful bite as she lets go. Our eyes reconnect, and it creates the illumination of the room. The hazel bolts leave me with her army of friends behind her. What the hell was that?
// Hey guys!! First, thanks for still reading my story, I hope you enjoy it even though I'm only on the third chapter. As you all can see, I've changed my cover! I love it, and it's made by @kennessaaaaa. Check her out on twitter, she's lovely! I was also wondering what you think of Leah so far? Who do you picture her to look like? I'd love to hear your opinion, so please leave a comment!
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