The Girl Who Knew It

CHAPTER SIX: Beckham's Touchy Nature

Playlist: Taylor Swift- Wonderland.
Carly Rae Jepson- This kiss

"Hanna wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone that mattered."
  -Jay Asher, Thirteen reasons why.

Fire!
My whole being was in complete flames! A living breathing furnace. My breathing was becoming more rugged with each touch.

My eyes gracefully flattered closed as he drew me even more close. Molding me to his defined chest. I wanted to die there. He was so large compared to my petite form. I fell madly in love with his body. So tall! So dominating! It was every mean girls dream.

Vain's lips finally and completely sealed with my slightly agape ones. So soft, so eager, so tantalizing.  I gripped his shoulders hard trying to get near, if that was possible. The kiss started off simple, small. Our lips wanted more. They had a mind of their own. The pace quickened, as they collided in a blissful frenzy. My heart literally combusted within my chest the moment he squeezed my ass before slipping his tongue with my mouth. I let out a moan, struggling to express what my body was going through. 

No one had ever placed their hands on my ass. Simply because I was big headed feminist. I would not allow it.  I wanted to bark out at him. He had such a bloody nerve! Yet.
Yet it felt amazing. I felt amazing.

We pulled away gasping for much required air. Eyes locked, chests heaving and hands in twinned. We stood on the patio as if time had frozen still. We were in our own wonderland.

"That was-" he began until a loud squeal cut him off.

"That was intense! Bold and the  beautiful has nothing on you!" Of course it was none other than Beckham.

He was gushing like a five year old in Disney land.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Don't punch his balls. Don't punch his balls." I repeatedly chanted. Causing Vain to chuckle besides me.

The gay prick came practically running towards us with my bag in hand. "Azaya, who in the world is this hunk." He eagerly asked me. Wiggling his brows. Then turned to Vain, eyeing him horizontally. "Damn."

Suddenly Vain turned a light shade of crimson. I smirked at that.

Cute.

I huffed, dreading every moment of this. "Beckham, this is Vain." I introduced pointing at a weary Vain. "Vain this is Beckham."

Vain pulled out his hand to Beckham. Who snickered before pulling him into a tight embrace.
"Beckham, her best friend she means." He explained. Still not letting go of a now uncomfortable Vain.

It was my turn to snicker. "Bitch stay in your lane. And could you please release the poor guy before he dies of suffocation."

"Oh my bad." Beckham said acting surprised by his actions.

Vain nodded struggling to speak.

"Don't know what came over me. I'm a hugger by nature." He further explained.

I raised a brow. "Shut up before I  slap you! Do you realise you have not stop speaking?" I sassed out. I could not help myself. "He can be a nuisance sometimes, forgive him." I spoke, directing my attention to Vain. Who managed a small smile. Amusement evident in his electric swirls.

Beckham gaped once more. "Excuse me!"

"You're excused!" I resorted.  Which caused him to glare.

He turned to Vain. "Forgive her. She can be a bitch ninety nine point nine percent of the time."

Vain let out a laugh. Shaking his head. "Oh wow there's two of you."

Now I was confused. "What's does that even mean?"
Beckham and I looked at each other in confusion.

"Crazy! I thought craziness was your illness alone. I see, there's two of you." He hiccuped as he laughed away. Clutching his stomach.

I rolled my eyes, while Beckham laughed along quietly. "Whatever. I don't even see the joke." I sassed.

"Oh fuck! I need to go, Amy is having I huge party at hers." Beckham spoke his phone pinging every ten is seconds. "Text me all the juicy bits about a certain hunk,okay?" He called out handing me the bag before dashing off.

"That was interesting." Vain finally said. Rolled my eyes.

"More like draining." I injected walking off to my bike with Vain trailing behind me.

"Didn't know you have a motorbike?"

I snickered. "Of course how could you, you never asked."

"Sassy. I like it."

I came to a halt. "Hey Vain. What were you doing in the kitchen?" I asked since what I had stepped into the patio he was coming out of the kitchen of the restaurant.

He looked at me astonished struggling to make up his words. "Kitchen?"

"Urhm yea kitchen. I mean you came out o the kitchen. What were you doing there? Do like your parents own that restaurant or?" My voice grew serious. I wanted to know! If his parents did own the restaurant, I wanted to know if it the only branch they owned? It can't be! Well I won't allow it.

"I friend of mine works there, so yea. I ... I wanted to see him. You know." He stammered not making eye contact.

My brows furrowed. "No I don't know but whatever." I grabbed my helmet. "Tell me, so what do your parents do?"

All of the colour from his face drained out. Pale! Extremely pale is how I would describe him.

"Forward aren't you?" His lips were a thin line.

"No just a general question." I bit back.

"How about we go on our date first before we get to parents and occupations."

"Fine!" I checked my watch. It read eight thirty.

"Lead the way."

Something was off with Vain and I planned on finding out as much as I could.

I cannot carry on being acquainted with him if he did not meat the requirements.

What?

Yea I know. I'm an asshole. I have a reputation. Vain had to be as perfect as I assumed he was, he had to for it would be difficult to cut him off.

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That was quite short. Sorry, I'm trying to lead up to the moral of the story.

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