Desire 2

Chapter Ten

Okay so here is chapter Ten! If you are wondering why exactly I am updating at 3am it is because I literally couldn't fall asleep for the life of me. Also I wanted to go ahead and update now because I wouldn't be able to tomorrow since I will be without any wifi or service of any kind until next Monday (lol kill me) but anyways! Here's the chapter! I hope you enjoy it! Make sure to vote and comment and to follow me on twitter! ❤️ @liveformahone32

I woke up the next morning, blinded by the sun beaming in through the blinds of the window.

I sat up and threw the blankets off and reached beside me on the beside table to grab my phone. I held up the phone revealing a message from Drew. I unlocked the phone and read the text.

"Hey. I know things were weird last night and all but I hope you're okay. I'm here if you need me (:"

I fell back onto my bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. I examined the curves and bumps on the ceiling and began to count each square tile as I lay in an attempt to keep myself preoccupied as the door shot open.

Liv stepped through the doorway carrying two books in her hands before throwing them onto her bed.

"Damn. Those things are heavy," she laughed.

I faintly smiled at her before she began towards my bed and sat at the bottom of it.

"Listen, I don't exactly know what happened with you and this guy that your obviously moping about but I will tell you something," she paused, "if he ever comes near me, he gets a straight kick in the goods because of this,"

I let out a chuckle as she smiled at me.

"Thanks," I laughed.

"Anytime. But hey! One more thing: that super hot junior, the one that follows you around like a lost puppy, he's looking for you,"

"He is?" I asked, sitting up in bed.

"Woah. That sure got your attention," she laughed, "go get him,"

I sprung up out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to get dressed.

**

I slightly curled my hair and tossed on a pair of white shorts and a purple t-shirt and headed out.

I made my way to the front of the library where there were an arrangement of outdoor tables, one of which Drew sat at.

I strolled towards the table and took a seat in front of him.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Well hey there," he smiled back.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking down at the book.

"I'm just trying to get some studying in," he joked.

"Oh really?" I laughed, "why is the book upside down?"

He looked down at the textbook and immediately flipped it over to the correct side, causing a laugh to escape my mouth.

"So, I was wondering," he started, "do you have any classes or anything tomorrow?"

I thought for a quick moment, trying to remember my schedule and any homework I may have had.

"I don't think so," I replied, "why?"

"Well, there's this party tonight at our house and,"

"Another party?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.

"It's a fraternity. All they do is party and have sex," he responded, "anyways, it's a paint party and it's theme is the roaring twenties,"

"Woah," I let out.

"Yeah, the paint part was my idea but then it kind of turned into more than just that. It's kind of a dumb idea and all but I was wondering if you maybe wanted to be my date to it,"

I smiled at his offer and immediately knew my answer without having to think about it.

"That sounds amazing, actually. I'd love to go with you," I replied, still smiling.

"Good," he winked.

"So what should I wear?"

"Well, your shorts are fine and I would just wear a white shirt or something.

"Okay well, I guess I'll see you later then," I smiled beginning to stand up from the table.

"Okay! I'll be at your dorm at eight," he responded.

"I'm looking forward to it," I finished, walking away from the table.

***

I headed back to my dorm and spent most of the day lounging around and searching for something to wear tonight. I finally decided to use the shorts that I had been wearing and a white bandeau top with spaghetti straps that ended where my stomach began.

I left my hair curled and down and waited for Drew to get to the room. I knew it was weird but I was excited to see him and I was excited for this party.

I heard a knock at the door and lunged forward to get it. Drew stood at the door with a plain white t-shirt on and an old pair of jeans.

"Woah," he began, "you look, amazing,"

I smiled at the complement and complemented him back before we headed towards the house.

As we walked through campus, there were multiple stares which shouldn't really be that shocking considering we were decked out in white clothes and that I was half-dressed.

"You've got all these eyes on you," Drew spoke, leaning close to my ear as we walked in sync.

"Yeah, right," I laughed.

"No really. All of these guys have got their full attention on you. I can tell," he replied, smirking.

"Oh really?" I laughed, turning to face him "how exactly do you know that?"

"Because I've also got my full attention on you," he winked, grabbing my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine.

**

We arrived at the party, which was pitch black dark and a complete mess. There were people all over each other, making out to a remix of radioactive playing from an unknown location.

Drew dragged me through the party, reaching his friends and greeting them before introducing me to them. After the initial shock of being surrounded by over ten college juniors at a frat party had subsided, we had made our way to the center of the dance floor.

As we did, I could feel the paint splatter against my stomach and legs as I leaned closer into Drew as his hands gripped onto my lower back and pulled me close. I smiled up at him and pushed my lips to his, falling against his body as I did.

The paint splashing was still present against my body and I could easily feel the coldness of it as it did. Drew continued to press his lips to mine as his tongue found his way next to mine and I was being pushed backwards into a crowd as the music continued to blare.

I felt my back hit a hard surface as Drew moved his hands down my thighs and pulled them up onto his hips. I placed my hands on his face and continued to kiss him as he felt behind me for something. A doorknob.

We fell into the room and onto a nearby bed, the door shutting behind us. I lay flat on my back and felt Drew move along with my body.

His hands trailed over my stomach then down to my thighs where they resided. He pushed up off of the bed and stood before me, taking off his shirt.

He fell back down onto the bed as we once again collided, but this time it was different. As we fell onto each other, the wet paint from my stomach began to stick to his chest as we struggled to pull apart.

Drew started laughing as his chest became glued to my stomach, causing me to laugh.

He pulled me up with him as he stood and stood directly in front of me as he rested his forehead on mine before speaking.

"I'm really glad I met you," he smiled.

"I'm really glad that I met you too,"