Red Velvet

Blackout (Ch. 5)

Tate led me to a bench in the backyard. He plopped on the bench and pulled me on to his lap. Tate's such a flirt. Sophomore year he was voted "Biggest Flirt" & "Biggest Hunk". He most definitely was both of those. Every time I turned around he was flirting with a different girl. But when he had a relationship he was quite loyal. Like his last relationship with Molly Hempstead.
I'd never seen him flirt while he was with her. Molly was one of the prettiest girls in school. But she's quite a bitch. A rich, prissy bitch.
"I feel a tad drunk from those few drinks." He laughed. My stomach jumped a mile. His laugh was the most perfect thing I have ever heard throughout my 17 years but i new he wasn't just a little drunk... he WAS drunk and so was I. I slid off of his lap and sat right next to him.
"Me to." I giggled as I lifted my legs onto his lap. I looked down as I realized he was staring at me. I couldn't look up... It would just be awkward. In the corner of my eye I saw him look away so I looked up at him. He lightly pushed my legs off of his thighs and got up. What had I done? He grabbed both of my hands and quickly yanked me up and pulled me to his chest. He grabbed my lower arm and wrapped them around his neck and he placed his muscular arms around my waist. I deeply inhaled his Hollister cologne. We stayed in the embrace for a few minutes. He occasionally messed with my curls, giggling.

He slowly pulled away looking at me. He latched our fingers together and we walked side by side into the house through the crowd. Everyone made a path for us. Whispers surrounded us. Tate and I just walked through everyone smiling as he slowly leads me up the stairs and into a room where a couple were making out. Tate looked at me, I looked back. We busted out giggling. The couple looked at us smiling. They got up and left. Tate gave the guy a fist pound as if to say "get some". I grinned and sat down. Tate shut the door and locked it. He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulder.
Tate's so touchy-feely. But I enjoy it. That's exactly how I am. At this moment I'm not exactly sure how I got here with Tate. In a locked room with his arm around me. I'm not sure how far we're going tonight. Tate's a virgin. At least that's what he's told everyone. But Tate's quite innocent and not afraid to admit it. That's one of the things I love the most about him. He's not always fighting for popularity. It's nice.
Tate removes his arm from my shoulder and I look down. He tilts my chin up so I'm looking straight at his eyes. He slowly closes his eyes and leans in.

This is it. Tate and i are going to kiss.

Our lips lightly touch. Our mouths parted open, he slightly bites my lip, and our tongues swirl in each others mouths. I've been living for this moment with Tate.

.He lays his back on the bed and I crawl on top of him. We kissed for a while and everything went blank from there. I was so drunk that I blacked out.