Pierced (A Chandler Riggs Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

Things quickly got heated as Chandler and I were deep in a make out session.

Before I even knew what was going on, Chandlers shirt was on the floor.

It's amazing what these last few days have turned me into...

Back in England I would have never made out with someone only mere days after meeting them.

Hell, they'd be lucky to just get a kiss on the cheek within the first two weeks of us dating.

Even if I didn't have Noah constantly reminding me I wasn't aloud to date anyone else, I still wouldn't kiss any boy within a month of dating, let alone knowing.

And here I am, making out with a shirtless boy on my bed I've met how many days ago? Four?

Plus, just hours ago my boyfriend, whom I begged to give me another chance, dumped me. Again.

And I'm not even effected? There's something wrong with my Priorities.

"Wait," I mumbled as I pushed Chandler softly.

He pulled back and his eyes met mine.

They were on fire, looked as if he was a lion hunting his prey.

I guess I'm the prey right now...

"What?" He asked, concerned, as he tried to catch his breath.

"Am I like..." I started but then looked down. Feeling embarrassed.

"Are you...?" He pressed.

"Like... Am I... Am I doing this right?" I sheepishly asked.

He smiled, obviously trying to hold back a laugh.

"This isn't funny! I'm serious." I said and punched his arm.

Chandler let out a loud chuckle and my face went red as a tomato.

It's not my fault I've never actually made out with anyone, besides Noah. But I wasn't really making out with him, I refused to. All I'd do is kiss him with lips, never tongue. Of course that resulted in harder beatings... But I didn't want to get that close to him.

I know this is a slightly awkward subject, but I feel like I need to get this off of my chest.

So yesterday was my first time actually using tongue, I realize I wasn't worried about this yesterday because my adrenaline was pumping and I was confident.

I don't know where that Bella is today, but she sure as hell isn't here or else I wouldn't be embarrassing myself in front of a hot, shirtless, experienced boy.

"Just forget it." I sighed. I just want to die.

Someone please smack me with a wrecking ball.

Chandler suddenly stopped laughing.

"No, no. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. I just never thought you'd ask that." He scratched the back of his neck.

"And whys that?" I questioned. I didn't know if I was supposed to take that as an insult or a compliment...

"I mean... I didn't know you haven't done this. You're like one of the most confident girls I've ever made out with." He shrugged.

I ignored the fact that he just told me he's made out with other girls, and focused on the fact that he thinks I'm confident.

I'm confident?

Really?

"Really?" I said in disbelief.