Kissing in Cars (A Jaime Preciado Fanfic)

Chapter 3

*Scarlette's POV*

It's Friday night and as always, Vic and I are studying in the library. I've finished my homework, but Vic is still studying, so I decided to continue reading The Great Gatsby.

'We passed a barrier of dark trees, and then the façade of Fifty-ninth Street, a block of delicate pale light, beamed down into the park. Unlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan, I had no girl who's disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs, and so I drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms. Her wan, scornful mouth smiled and so I drew her up again closer, this time to my face.'

I sigh and close the book as I finish chapter 4. I put my head on the desk for a moment and imagine the scene that's been painted. I imagine Jordan and Nick's kiss, but I imagine Jaime and I in their places and can't help but blush and wonder what his perfectly shaped pink lips would feel like against mine.

I sit up properly and pick up a pencil, beginning to poke Vic's face with it. His voice is emotionless and his expression of concentration doesn't change. "Stop." is all he says. I sigh and put the pencil down. It's almost 8 o'clock which is when the library closes. "Vic..." I whine. "The library closes soon." He turns a page and continues studying. "Five more minutes and we'll go okay?" he says. I sigh and sit with my head in my hands and begin to twirl his hair around he pencil. "Guess who was asking about you today." he says.

"Who?" I reply, half-hoping it was Jaime.

"Your ol' pal Jaime Preciado." he says.

I perk up a little, pleased with his answer. "Really?"

"Yeah. He wanted me to tell you hi. So hi." He says as he smiles a little at my reaction. "We've got to go drop something past his place anyway so you'll see him there." Vic says.

I feel my mouth twitch up into a smile. More like a grin. Vic sees me and smiles too, closing his books and picking them up. "Alright. Let's go." he says. I follow him out happily and climb into his car.

I continue reading, so it's a quiet ride to Jaime's place. Vic asks me a strange question just as we pull up at Jaime's house. "You really like Jaime, don't you? This isn't just some six month high school crush, is it?" he asks, looking at me with interest and genuine care. I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and nod. "I-I really like him Vic. I really do... it's not just another schoolgirl crush." I say shyly, blushing. He smiles and gets out.

As we walk up to the door, Vic puts his arm around me and hugs me. I hug him back. Vic looks out for me when I need it. We all do. All 3 of us. And even if he does tease me about my crush on Jaime, he's still my big brother and I love him. We stop at the door and Vic knocks. Jaime's mother answers. Vic does all the talking. "Hey Mrs Preciado. Is Jaime around?" he asks. She frowns a little at his question. "I'm sorry Vic. Jaime left earlier tonight. He said something about a party at your place." she says. Vic's face falls. I know that we both know exactly where Jaime is. "Thanks Mrs Preciado." Vic says before jogging back down to his car. I follow him and get in quickly. "I can not believe he did it." Vic mutters angrily. Vic isn't usually one to get angry, but when he does it's a whole other story.

We pull up at our house only to find the lights are on, cars all around our house and loud music that can be heard throughout the street. Vic practically has a brain explosion. "Stay here! I'm gonna go find Mike." he says angrily, getting out. But I don't want to. "Wait Vic!" I shout, getting out and following not too far behind. When Vic steps into the crowded house, I immediately lose him in the chaotic group of bodies pressed against one another in our small living room. I push through and try to find him, calling out. "Vic! Vic!" I don't get a reply, and even if I did, it'd be impossible to hear it. I push my way through the crowd and soon I'm surrounded by so many people, I forget which way is out. I begin to feel claustrophobic and start hyperventilating before I suddenly bump into a familiar body.

"Hey! Scarlette! I was beginning to wonder if they did end up ditching you at a friend's place for the night!" the person says. I look up and meet a perfect pair of eyes. It's Jaime. I calm down, hearing his voice break through the loud music and buzz of conversation in the night air. "I just saw Vic too. He looked pretty angry. You okay?" He asks. I'm speechless in his perfect gaze and just nod. He takes my wrist. "Come on. I'll get you some water." he says, leading me to the crowded kitchen. He grabs a plastic cup, filling it up and passing it to me. Half of the water ends up on my shirt. It's kind of hard not to wear half a cup of water when you have people pushing you around. I put the cup in the sink. "Thanks." I shout over the ruckus. Jaime smiles and takes my hand this time, leading me to my own bedroom. Surprisingly, it's empty. He closes the door behind me and I sit down on my bed, relieved to be away from the crowd.

Suddenly Jaime pulls me back up again and spins me around so my back is against the wall. He takes a step towards me, our faces mere inches apart. "Scarlette." He whispers. I smell the alcohol on his breath, and figure he's drunk, but not drunk enough to have left me in the crowd rather than get me a drink. "Do you know how long I've waited for this?" He says. I gulp as his words send chills down my spine. "You and me. Alone. Finally." he says. "It's just what I've wanted..." he slightly slurs as he leans closer. I step backwards and feel my back against the wall. "J-Jaime... what are you doing...?" I stammer uneasily. Now I'm positive he's drunk. He has to hold onto a shelf to keep himself upright. "I've had something to give you... from the second I laid eyes on you. And now you're going to get it..." he says to me, his tone a little rougher. "Jaime... Y-You're scaring me..." I manage to squeak.

Without warning, he grips my shoulders and smashes his lips against mine. I'm shocked, trying piece together what's just happened. Just as he pulls away, it hits me. Jaime has just put his lips on mine and kissed me. Jaime kissed me. I stare at him, shocked. I never would have guessed that this would happen in a million years. My heart is beating, hard and fast, harder than Mike's drum solos and faster than Tony's fingers when he plays his guitar. I'm shocked, and unable to stop myself from pressing myself against him again for a second kiss. His lips respond almost instantly, and I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands slide down to my hips, his firm grip digging his hard fingertips into my sides. After some time, I slide my hands up his neck and tangle them in his dark spiky hair. His kiss is amazing. Indescribable. It has the ability to leave me speechless. Lost for words.

Our kiss becomes more intense when suddenly the door flies open. Jaime and I push each other away and stare in shock at the figure that stands in he doorway. They stare back, even more shocked than us.

"Scarlette?! Jaime?!"