Love at its least .

4

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing uncontrollably and I quickly jumped out of bed from shock. I sighed and sat there for a while trying to get my life together, but who am I kidding? I don't have a life.

When I got downstairs, my dad was nowhere to be seen, but at this point, I certainly did not care. I ran upstairs again and put on a plain grey sweatshirt over my white tank top and navy jeans, and came back down. I grabbed my backpack, and walked out in the direction of school.
The day went by as usual as possible, with me sitting at the back of the classroom, doodling on my homework. I would get the usual question shot my way, and answer it correctly with confidence, making the teacher lose hope of finding a way to embarrass me.

After the last bell rang, signaling the end of school. I walked to the field for the second time since school had started and sat on the bleachers. There was no football or cheer practice today so I was just alone. I sat there, taking in the sunlight as the warmness grazed over my skin. I smiled, knowing that for once, I was alone. I sat there, closing my eyes, and was enjoying the quietness when I was interrupted by a familiar yet mysterious presence. I opened my eyes, and I shot straight up, almost tripping on my own books. He caught me before I stumbled over, and held my forearms with a strong yet tender grip. I regained my balance and stood there, waiting for something to happen.

His hair, dark and lustrous, was sheen like fine hardwood. But that comparison isn't entirely fair, I suppose. Hardwood doesn't swish gently like his hair does. A shiny varnish catches merely light around it, but the depths of that deep chestnut brown reflected all the radiance of his smile. He was handsome, hair falling across a light-skinned face, and pale, curious-coloured blue eyes flashed through the haphazard strands. His jaw was firm and strong, and his nose long but slightly crooked, like it had been broken and left to its imperfections. There was an odd lightness about his eyes, though, and a small curve to his lips, as if there were something terribly funny only he knew the answer to, and it was that brief, wicked glance I caught that said maybe he hadn't broken it, but he knew what it looked like. And he liked that. The hint of danger. Made him seem more like something he wasn't. He was lean and had broad shoulders even when he wore a denim shirt over a white V-neck, jeans, and boots about two sizes too big. HIs face had about a week-old stubble to it, but it looked good on him, and magnified his manliness even more, if that was even possible.

He came closer and breathed, "Hey."

"Hi," I whispered softly.

"I haven't seen you after that first day."

"What first day?" I asked confused, trying to focus as he intently stared at me.

"The day you stood up to the bitch, Nicole."

"13?"

He chuckled,"Is that what you call me now? By my football number?" I had noticed his eyes raking over my body, and in shyness, I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"I don't know you so yeah." I said rudely.

He laughed, licking his lips, "Then again, I can't complain."

"What the hell is so funny?"

"The fact that you can't take a clue."

He stepped away from me, and rubbed his hands vigorously as if not knowing what to do. I watched him, and decided to leave. I almost grabbed my jacket before he faced me and strode towards me so quickly that I barely had the chance to move. He grabbed the back of my head and held his fingers under my chin, and he did the unthinkable.

He slowly leaned in until our lips were an inch apart. His warmth made me shudder as I looked in his eyes. He was so gentle, so cautious. As I studied him, I noticed that he looked at my lips, and faintly brushing against them, he pulled away. The taste of his sweet minty breath enchanted me. His soft lips seemed to fit perfectly in mine, making my heart flutter uncontrolably. My body was weak and my heart was beating faster. He placed gentle kisses along my jaw line and I gulped as he made his way to my ear and began sucking on my earlobe. My eyes widened with his actions, but that didnt stop him. It only made him more determined.

I pressed myself into his side and I wanted to grab him and kiss the life out of him, but he held himself strong. He hoarsely whispered, "does that clue help?" I roughed my hand through his hair and he moaned. I brought his face to mine, and he leaned in. It started off slow, but it turned urgent, hungry, and intensely passionate as if he wanted to devour me. Every nerve in my body was alight. His hands slipped from the small of my back to my waists pulling me into his chest. He groaned as my hands travelled up his back, and he kissed me even harder and deeper. His tongue brushed my lower lip and I opened gladly waiting to taste him again. His tongue darted into my mouth and danced along with mine as we devoured each other. Every part of my body was throbbing with a foreign kind of need, and I was shaken from my thoughts as he bit my lip, which made me pull at his hair. He grunted with pleasure and I was losing control fast. His taste was so exotic and the amount of passion that we shared was out of this world.

We only stopped when I pulled away, gasping for breath. My lips were swollen and tender when I touched them, but I didnt care. He smiled at me, shook his head looking at the ground, and swept away loose strands of hair from my face.

"You're so increadibly beautiful," he whispered.

The hungry expression on his face made goosebumps rise on my arms. When I was about to close the distance between us again, he said in a breathless voice, "Not yet sweetheart. Not yet." He kissed my cheek gently and started to walk away from the bleachers.

As he continued to walk, he stopepd and yelled out, "Ace...my names Ace."

I plopped down and bit my lip.

I answered back, "Summer."

"Nice to meet you Summer."

And with that, he left.

I sat there, and put my face in my hands. WAHT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

I let a stranger kiss me like...like...THAT.

He managed to make me feel happy. I didn't know who he was, but for some reason, I wanted to know him. I wanted to know why my heart was about to jump out of my chest, and why my body shuddered under his touch.

I wanted to know him and why he had me under such a strong spell...