Refusing to be Popular (previously "Addie")

CH. 5 - Truly 'Meeting' Him

CH. 5 - Truly 'Meeting' Him

"Brandon... I mean, it's a Thursday night... And there's school tomorrow..." I slowly say each phrase at a time, before looking up to his dark golden eyes.

I don't know why I suddenly don't want to hang out with him, I mean, I put on my best push-up bra for him. It's obvious that I'm head over heels for this boy.

"Okay. It's all good. Yeah, it's fine." He says, showing disappointment in his eyes but trying to play it like he doesn't really care - good thing I can see bullshit through even the most believable poker faces.

"You know what?" I say, when the most genius plan suddenly popped into my head, "Give me a tour of the rest of your room and I'll decide if it's too much work for me and my teeny tiny muscles to handle." I raise my arms into the standard muscle man pose and flex my non existent biceps, and raise an eyebrow at Brandon.

"Damn Addie, I'm ashamed that you've got bigger ceps than me." Brandon laughs and lifts up his arm to show off his gigantic, defined, muscly bicep on his right arm.

I'm probably drooling.

"Come on, let's go to the bathroom." He leads me to the left, and we walk on the bare oak floor a couple feet to get to the marbled floor of the bathroom.

Brandon's bathroom is exactly like mine. But undecorated. It's actually quite creepy to walk into the exact same room in my house, that's in a different house.

Our bathrooms have a huge countertop along one whole wall with two sinks , a gigantic flat mirror above the counter along the entire mirror, and the toilet and shower and tub parallel the wall.

I must have spun around while surveying the twinning rooms, because behind me I feel hands grab my waist, and spin me around. Suddenly I'm facing Brandon. He smirks, grabs my waists once again, and lifts me up onto the countertop. My butt rests on the edge and I'm pushed back until the backs of my knees meet the edge of the countertop.

Brandon moves even closer to me, his hips touch the counter edge, and he grabs the back of my waist by lacing his hands together, and pulls me into him. My legs maneuver around his hips, and I cross my legs around his backside, reaching my arms up to wrap around his neck, as he hikes me up further on his torso so that we're face to face.

I can't even handle it anymore. It all happened so fast. My whole body feels heated, Brandon's warmth is radiating and I breathe in his amazing Abercrombie and Fitch Cologne.

My thoughts are interrupted when Brandon's lips meet mine, kissing so passionately that I feel like a stressful weight is being lifted off my chest. He likes me back. He likes me back!

I run my fingers through his hair, his silky soft dark caramel colored hair, and lace them behind his neck again. We're not just kissing anymore, it's getting to be a full on make out session. He moves one of his hands from under my butt to support my back and the other hand remains, still holding me up. Thank God he's so muscly and can hold my weight for so long. 110 lbs is quite a lot to hold for 4 minutes straight.

"Babe, your phone's vibrating." Brandon says through a quick breath of air before smashing his mouth back into mine.

I get a strong grip with my left hand around his neck, and reach down to grab my phone. I feel his hand supporting me and move my hand upwards to find the top of my phone, and slip it out of my back pocket.

I bring the phone around behind Brandon's back, and break away from the kiss and crane my neck to see what notification's on my phone.

"New Text Message from Mom" it says. "1 Missed Call from Mom".

Fuck.

I whisper into Brandon's ear, "I missed a call from my mom."

He has the same amount of panic in his eyes as I. We both understand the deep shit you get into when you miss a call from your parents.

I jump down off of Brandon and walk into his main bedroom. He follows behind me as I dial my mom's phone number and hit call. I motion him the "shhh" signal by placing my pointer finger over my lips and making a puckered mouth.

"ADDIE where ARE you?!" My mom shouts at random intervals over the phone.

"Mom, I'm in Brandon's room!" I say into the receiver. I give Brandon a quick look while he watches me wander around dealing with my mother.

"Addie it's 7:45 what could you possibly have been doing with Brandon that would take so long?"

"...hahah..." I laugh nervously into the receiver, shooting a nervous look at Brandon.

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*** hey guys! what a steamy chapter.. it was kinda awkward writing it, lol. so 31 reads, I cannot thank you enough! thank you thank you thank youuuu! i'll try to keep updating regularily!(: ***