He Saved My Life

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I woke up adjusting my eyes to the light. The piercing feeling in my head hurting like hell. I tried to recognize where I was. Nothing . I looked around panicking a little. I had no idea where I was. I probably have a hangover and I don't know where my phone is. This isn't okay. I thought to myself. Until I heard a tea pot whistle coming from downstairs. Attempting to get up I fall right on my ass breaking a heel. Looking down at my feet they were my favorite heels. Throwing those bitches off I get up heading down the hall feeling dizzy. I pause for a moment and catch my balance to continue walking. Gaining realization that I'm at Treys house. I see red cups , Budweiser cans , and vodka shot bottles laying on the floor. Reaching the end of the hall Trey and I lock eyes. The vains pulsing starting at his wrist reaching his shoulder blade almost. Standing there with no shirt on looking like a piece of art by Jesus Christ himself. Snapping out of my daydream -

"Alexa .. you're awake . How do you feel?"

"Um. Why am I here.. and why are you nak- nevermind."

" I had a party last night . You lost control of your drinks and got super wasted. Ended up almost falling over a balcony ..i pulled you off and you passed out and crashed here.."
Not knowing what to say I stood there thinking to myself. He probably think I'm some suicidal whore who came to His party to get attention. But was it really a drunk mistake?

"Alexa .. Lex-"

"Uh yeah oh. Um okay well thanks for saving my life uh I guess. Sorry. Bye"

" You can't go anywhere Alexa you can't even see straight . You can stay here with me. I'll get you some ibuprofen and something comfortable to wear." He said taking charge. I kind of liked it. I sat down on his couch. Feeling embarrassed about what happened as it all came back to me. I remember drinking almost towards death. Using the bathroom and climbing on a balcony. Then hearing Trey yell my name. The rest was a blur. He brought me water , ibuprofen , boy shorts and a wife beater.

"Thanks." I said avoiding eye contact as he sat down beside me.

"Alexa , I'm worried about you. I mean we used to hang out all the time before you got the job at Models Inc. You barely eat. You look sick Lexa..I don't like seeing you like this I mean last night was ..i don't even know. You've never lost control of yourself like that . "

" I'm fine. I don't know what got into me."

"Hows your mom?" He said changing the subject. Hearing that made me burst into tears.  I felt his hand Trace my back in shapes. Pulling me into a hug which lead me letting everything out. Literally everything. I cried so hard . He pulled away wiping my tears in the process.

" I'm always here for you. Always. You can come to me about anything Alexa.  Why don't you?"

"I just feel so trapped. I'm not happy Trey" I said my voice cracking . Which resulted in another hug."

" Why don't we go grab something to eat. I'm off today so we can come back and chill . And if you'd like , we'll go get your clothes and you can crash here again ." He said in the sweetest most comforting tone ever.

"Okay" I said attempting a smile .

"Let's go" he says grabbing my hand.

" You have a car?" I asked confused

"Yeah . Well it's one of my dad's 'gifts' I guess" he said rolling his eyes.

"Oh." I said.

He opened the car door on the passenger's side waiting for me to get in and fasten my seat belt before closing the door. The way he walked around to the driver's side , the way his  shoulder blades collided in rotation . It was ... arousing. Trey got in the car, the smell of his cologne smacking me right in the face while locking eyes with me. As soon as I realized I was staring at him I immediately looked away blushing .

"You're gorgeous Lexa." I blushed more at the sound of it. My face beat red. He turned away and put the car in drive and and took off. We decided to take out . In the drive through someone recodnized me. Apparently Trey too.

"Hey Trey" she said smiling at him. I didn't look up instead my face was planted in my phone waiting for my food.

"Uh Hi Melanie, my total?"

"Do you want me to pay?" I asked looking up at him.

"No Love it's on me" he said. The cashier rolled her eyes. Staring at me giving me the 'stink face'.

"17.08" the bitch said. I mean the cashier.

"You know Trey you never call me anymore. All those times we use to -"

"okay thanks Melanie" he said attempting to pull off. Completely forgetting we're waiting on our food.

"Well if you ever need something you know I got it Trey"

"Yeah Melanie . Of course you do." Grabbing our food Trey pulled off. Driving back to His spot in complete silence. I finally decided to break it.

"So. Who was she?" I said laughing 

"Ex." He said with anger. I laughed out loud pissing him off more.

"Well she's definitely dick whipped"

"You think this is funny?" He said upset.

"Um yeah hence the laughter" I said still laughing.

"Do you not fucking realize how uncomfortable that was for me??" He said raising his voice stopping my laughter right then and there.

"I ..um I was just  ..Trey-"

"I LIKE YOU ALEXA RAMIREZ."

      Silence.
As we pulled up to His house we sat there. Not knowing what to say.

"Trey ..I -"
Stopping me in my tracks he grabbed my face and pulled me close to His. Leaning in for a kiss. Hesitant at first , I played a long grabbing his face forgetting my seat belt was on trying to move my body towards his. The urge to get closer. Skin to skin. The smell of his cologne arousing me more and more . As our hands move in sync together. The taste of his soft pink lips nearly spilling waterfalls out of me. From just kissing . Stopping as he bites my lips,  slowing pulling away. Sitting there together staring at each other. Our heavy breathing matching. Was this what I thought it was? I've had a crazy crush on Trey Miller for 8 years. Never having the chance to make him mine or get my hands on his body. Is this my time? The thoughts pounding through my head. He pulled into his garage. He stepped out the car opening my door and unhooking my seat belt pulling me into his arms bridal style forgetting our food. Unzipping my jeans and unhooking my bra as he throw me onto his bed. Climbing on top of me while kissing my neck . And well you know the rest.

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