Game Plan

Chapter 11-(2)

Part 2

God! He is freaking hot, if I could just get to the bed with him. It would be great.

Yeah, Chris was all around me. The kiss was still going on; my legs were still wrapped around his waist. I could feel his body heat up. I could feel the flames in his lips. The sweet lips were actually tired of my tongue, I knew he wanted to convince me to go down there. It would be great, for him of course.

“Ivy.” he hissed moving away from me, we had to breathe. Or else my last breathe would have been inside his mouth. I would appreciate that, but I did not want to die soon, especially if I have unfinished business.

"Hmm.” I said letting the free oxygen come to me.

He was staring at my dry lips. Unusual thing but my lips were always dry, even after a kiss (face palm).

“Your lips dry.” He stated.

“So, why don’t you…” he could not hear a word after that, and pressed his lips to mine

Can’t this guy wait, until I finish.

I was tired of kissing him, so what I can’t be tired. I opened my eyes. And the first thing I saw was Chris eyes. They were shut tightly. I looked around. And

WTF! Don’t you have any sense? Your in prom party, you are here to make Jo jealous. And what are you doing enjoying the kiss.

Okay. That was rude. But it was true. I’m in a party. And what the hell, Jo.

Sitting in the corner.

No ‘yellow band girl’.

Alone.

Staring at me.

Way to go girl!

Oh! He is staring, turn away.

What, no don’t turn away, close your eff’in eyes.

I shut my eyes tight.

“Ivy, I guess we should really go somewhere out.” Chris asked.

I moved away, and put my arms around his neck, and said “May be after the party?”

“Okay, as you wish” he smiled “by the way you are good.” He pouted his swollen lips.

All I could do was blush.

“Why don’t we sit down I’m tired.”

“Sure.” I answered. Actually even I was tired standing and kissing him like an idiot.

Like, seriously idiot. You choose him out of everyone present in the cafeteria. You are such a bitch.

Thank god! That the disco lights were red and blue at the time I was kissing Chris. And the lights were moving here and there. So none of my friends making out far away would actually notice. Expect Jo, who was close by. Hehehe! I am so professional at these stuffs.

Pat on the back to myself.

We went and sat on one of the extra tables kept in the corner. Well, I could sit up on my own. But out of gentle-men-esm. Chris helped me, by taking advantage of gripping my waist and then placing me on the table.

Typical boy.

“I’ll get something to drink. Alcohol?” he asked me with pleading eyes.

“We are in the school, there is no alcohol here. Right?”

“Well, it’s me Chris.” He pointed himself. “so everything is possible.”