Beyond The Eyes

Orange Juice & Vodka

My feet hit the floor, walking away from the obnoxious boy sitting on the stairs. My mind was spinning with thoughts. One of the main questions was, "If we had such a connection, why would he let me talk to his friend?" I found myself watching Jacob from the other side of the room. A cloud of smoke exhaled from his mouth as he leaned back onto the couch. My heart was jumping against my chest. I wish I could find the courage to run up to him and kiss him. Kiss him hard and not be afraid of anything or anyone. But my feet were glued to the ground, watching him from afar. I felt a hand wrap around my waist and it was Corey. I instantly got out of his grip. "You are a little too forward, you know?" I questioned as I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"I'm just looking out for you. I know you like him, I can see it in your eyes," Corey stated, still staring at me. I looked over at him, shaking my head.

"I do not need you to look out for me," I barked back.

"Clearly I do since he's talking to that girl right there," he said, pointing in the other direction. My eyes flashed towards Jacob. Jacob was now sitting next to a girl with his hand on her bare thigh, talking up a storm. My heart dropped to my stomach. I was so sick of these games with him. I didn't say a word. Tears filled my eyes.

"Hey hey hey, I didn't mean to upset you," Corey says grabbing my hand as he noticed the tear that rolled down my rosy cheek. I ignored him, walking toward the kitchen. Walking into a sea of strangers usually would make me have an anxiety attack, but I can not care less. I was way too distracted. I grabbed the bottle of vodka, pressing it against my lips. I threw my head back and took a long deep sip. The burning sensation ran down my throat. I slammed the bottle back down on the counter. I turned and noticed everyone staring at me. They were all cheering me on or something. I picked up the bottle again, taking more sips.

Fuck him. Fuck Jacob.

Those were the only thoughts that ran through my head. Corey ran up behind me, grabbing the bottle. "Woah, easy does it," he says, looking into my eyes. His eyes were just like Jacobs. "I can do what I want," I yelled over the music.

He shook his head. "Okay, pretty girl, but lemme mix it with something," he laughed.

I watched him grab a carton of orange juice from the fridge, pouring it in a red cup. Then Corey grabbed the bottle of vodka, pouring it in, then handing it to me. I did not hesitate to take a sip. It tasted like a sunset on the beach. "Mmmm... that's really good," I mumbled. He licked his lips and nodded, "Take it easy. We don't need you going to the hospital," he laughed.

Although I was practically inhaling this drink, my thoughts did not change. All I thoughts were about Jacob. I remembered his kind stormy eyes, his beautifully structured jaw, and how soft his lips are.

After a couple of drinks, my vision became slightly blurry. I wobbled to the other side of the table to where Corey was. He put his arms around me, holding me against his chest. "You good?" he laughed. I nodded, but before I could speak, I felt a familiar touch hit my arm. My eyes followed the touch, noticing it was Jacob. "Are you serious?" he asked. "You got her drunk?" He questioned, ripping me out of Corey's arm.

"Dude, it ain't a -" Corey started to say, but Jacob cut him off.

"It is a big deal, alright? Do not talk to her again," he barked, pulling me across the room. He pulled me outside. The cold wind brushed against my fragile skin. "I cannot believe you would do this," he mumbled.

I got out of his grip, stepping back, which caught him by surprise. He turned around. His eyes widened, lips forming a straight line. "Do what? Go to a party with some guy, have his friends talk me up as he's sitting on the couch, pressed up some girl?" I yelled.

A devilish smirk arose on his face. "So you're jealous?" He questioned.

I shook my head instantly. "No..." I said low. I felt his finger against his chin, lifting my head up.

"You're so jealous," Jacob said softly, moving closer to me.

"Stop touching me. I know by tomorrow, you're not going to want anything to do with me," I spoke back. His hand graced by the jaw and held the back of my head.
"Why do you think that?" He spoke with concern. His touch plus the alcohol were making my head spin.

"Because you always do this. One minute, you're flirting like crazy, giving me mixed signals. The next, you are giving me away to one of your boys," I spilled out. I had no control. Everything just started to pour off my lips.

His hand moved to my cheek, slowly brushing against it. "I don't know," he says as he lets go of me, walking down the driveway. My mind is cluttered with thoughts. "You don't know what?" I followed him, yelling with slight anger in my voice.

He didn't answer. He started walking into the street and climbing into the car. I follow him, climbing into the passenger seat. "Talk to me, " I begged. "Just tell me how you feel," I said as pain sharpened my voice. He looked over at me, gripping onto the steering wheel. "Corey would be good for you," he says low.

"You don't mean that," I said.

"Yes, I do. He's a lot better than me. Nicer, friendlier, just better," he says as his eyes get watery. I moved his face, so his eyes were forced to look into mine. The beautiful midnight storm was so alive, more than ever before. The moon within his eyes was vibrant, shining throughout the entire darkness. I could watch it all day as the stars would twinkle so slightly.

"Look into my eyes and tell me that you do not want me. Tell me you want another girl and you want me to talk to another guy. Look into my eyes and tell me you do not have feelings for me," I said sternly.

Silence crept into the car. His eyes were still on mine and mine were still focused on his. "I do not want you. I want another girl and I want you to talk to another guy. I have no feelings for you," he said seriously. I felt it in his voice. My heart slowly started to shatter, breaking into tiny little pieces. My stomach dropped, feeling emptiness and despair. I turned away, looking out the window, so he wouldn't see the storm of tears running down my face. I couldn't let this happen. He's lying, I know he is. I turned my face, showing all my tears and flaws. "Avery..." he muttered, taking a good look at me.

I wrapped my hands around his face and leaned into his lips. All my fears suddenly washed away. I could not let him drift away from me. I could not let him push me into someone else's arms.

His lips tasted divine. I never thought the cliche of sparks were real until this kiss. An electric feeling was burning through my soft delicate lips. Within seconds of shock, he grabbed my waist, pulling me on top of him. Our lips were dancing together, completely infatuated with one another. His hand got tangled in my hair as the other gripped on my bare waist. His fingertips lifted up my shirt to taste my skin. It was beautiful. I can hear the pounding of our hearts.

I let go of his lips, leaning back, fluttering my eyes open. "Say it again," I challenged him again.

A smile arose on his lips, which caused his dimples to deepen. "I want you. I do not want another girl. I do not want you talking to anyone else. I have so many feelings for you."