complicated

chapter 4

He takes me into a room so packed I can't tell what it is, never letting go of my hand. He easily navigates his way through the bodies all smashed together, until we are in the middle of the crowd. 

The music attacks me, pounding into my school and ricocheting through my body, hitting every nerve I have. The boy, this mysterious beautiful creature that in less than 20 minutes has captured all of my attention, turns to me. A smirk plays on his lips.

We begin to dance, his hands wasting no time in finding my waist. The way he jumps and sways showcases his confidence, and as the alcohol begins to diffuse through my system, I begin to feel more confident as well, although I haven't had enough to drink that I have lost complete control over myself. I'm at a perfect in-between.

Before I know it I am no longer facing him but away from him, my body pressed against his. His hands are still holding onto me, a lot lower than they were only minutes before. I grind on him as the music seems to get louder and louder. He breathes onto my ear, sending chills up my spine. I reach behind me and grab his hat off of his head and place it on mine, causing him to giggle. The childlike sound is strange coming from him.

Eventually the song winds down, causing us to slow. In the short pause in between songs, his lips find their way to my neck.

Oh, god.

I don't know if its the vodka or the dancing or just this guy that causes me to act so recklessly, but without thinking about it twice I turn around and smash my lips to his. Immediately he kisses me back. His lips taste like rum and spearmint, and in that moment it is the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. I run my tongue along his bottom lip, causing him to open his mouth and deepen the kiss. We go back and forth for a few moments before he pulls away. 

"Let's finish this somewhere else, yeah?" he says with a sly grin. I nod breathlessly. He grabs my hand once again and begins leading me through the dancing crowd once again. I hadn't even noticed that the music had started again. 

We walk out of that room and into a nearly empty hallway. I figured we were heading into one of the many doorways available, but instead he started leading me up the stairs. 

"Are you sure it's okay that we go up here?" I ask him, hesitating.

"I know the owner of the house, and this is okay. Trust me." he says as we reach the top of the stairs. We walk down the hallway a bit, until out of nowhere he grabs me, pushing me up against one of the doors.

Our kiss resumes, even more heated than before. His hands slide down my whole body until they reach my ass, and stop there. I moan into his mouth, and I can feel him smile. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his frame. I reach behind myself and turn the doorknob, opening the door and causing us to fall back into the room. He slams the door behind him, never breaking the kiss. 

We somehow find the bed and fall back onto it. I kick my heels off and they fall with a thud to the floor, and he does the same with his shoes. My fingers find the hem of his shirt and begin to tug it upwards, and he pulls his lips away from mine to pull it over his head and unbutton his black skinny jeans, kicking them off onto the floor. I take this opportunity to pull my dress off as well. His eyes scan my entire body hungrily and he begins to kiss from my collarbone downwards, causing my eyes to practically roll back into my head. While he has me distracted he unhooks my bra and pulls it off. 

Eventually he reaches my underwear, then looks up at me, asking my permission without saying a word. I bite my lip and nod, and the fun begins.

-

The headache was bad enough to wake up with. The sun was just an added bonus. 

My eyes slowly peeled their way open, and to say I was disoriented would be an understatement. It took a solid minute to even begin to piece together where I was, but the fact that I was naked in a bed helped speed up the remembering process. 

As the memories from the previous night returned to me, I turned my head and was faced with the face of the boy I slept with the night before. He was cute when he was sleeping, not as hard or puzzling as when he was awake. 

Which reminded me that I needed to get out of here before he woke up.

I slipped out of bed quietly, trying my best to not shake the bed. My bra and underwear were across the room, along with my dress. I put it all back on silently, grabbing my purse and shoes from the floor. As I grab them, I notice the boys black hat that I had put on the night before. After considering for a moment, I snatch it and place it on my head with a grin. Hope he wasn't too attached to it.

As I opened the door and begin to slip out, I looked back at the guy I was leaving.

Holy shit, he really was hot. I did good last night.

I know some would consider leaving the guy that you just had sex with kind of cold hearted, but there really was no other choice. Any of the scenarios that would occur when he woke up would suck. Either it would be really awkward and we would have to act like we cared about each other, or he actually would care and would want to see me again, which I never wanted. The second one was the worst, I knew from experience. So every morning, I leave.

I finally reached the front door after stepping over multiple puddles of vomit and god knows what else along with many people passed out on the floor. As I make my way across the front lawn, I grab my phone from my bag and call my usual taxi service. I'm surprised they don't know my name by now. They say a car will be at the house for me in 20 minutes.

I sit on the curb and wait, letting myself replay the night before again and again.