About last night...

Chapter O N E

Last thing I remember doing was getting drunk. Next I knew, I was getting pulled into some hotel room. My free hand was reaching for the mystery person who was dragging me to what seemed like a bed to me. When they turned I finally figured out who was dragging me like some god damn rag doll for fucks sake.

Hannah.

"T- take your hands off me Hannah this is ri- ri- ridiculously stupid." I snapped at her.

As soon as I finished my sentence I felt her, extremely soft, may I add, lips on mine. Immediately feeling her tongue prodding at my lips basically asking for entrance. I of course, allowed it because, who wouldn't? 

I kissed back, sadly. I could feel her smirking as we roughly made out. I had to pull back though, due to lack of oxygen.

My eyes were still closed, but I could feel her eyes burning into my shut eyelids, silently asking for her to make the next move. I nodded my head, granting her the permission she asked for.

When I opened my eyes I felt her hands move up my sides and under my shirt, slowly sliding it off. Her touch gave me chills.

"Sssss shit" I kinda struggled with my words due to my stupid condition. I've always stuttered, probably ever since I was about 10 years old. I used to get bullied for it all the time. I was st- st- stutter Skylar. I never grew out of it I guess. People liked to take advantage of me all the time due to it. I never got to get my words out or even finish some of my sentences.

"Come on, let's sleep in my bed.." I heard Hannah whisper-sing into my ear. She pulled my shirt all the way off and above my head. She then hooked her fingers into the loops of my jeans and pressed her body up against mine as she dragged me slowly onto her bed. 

I kinda liked. Hannah always used to be rough and unthoughtful with me when we were together, which is why I'm confused as to why shes being so careful with me.

She managed to get on top of me and put her hands on the bed, leaning over me. When we dated, I usually never paid attention to what she used to tell me, her eyes were just so god damn mesmerizing, I often got lost in them.

She started leaning in again but I moved my head to the right because for one, I was drunk. She opted out for kissing my neck instead and, man did it feel good. Stop.

"H- hanna, sss stop."

All I heard come out of her mouth was an almost silent "mhmm"

I gave in and let her do her thing and decided to start to lift her shirt up. I mean, if she wasn't giving up anytime soon, might as well go along for the ride, right?

"I lifted her shirt up and she decided to move back a bit but sat on my stomach. She started to unhook my bra so I had to sit up on my elbows in order for her to properly take it off. So I reached for her belt and yanked it off.

Right before she took off my bra I caught her eyes deeply staring almost fucking into mine. Is this eye sex.. I looked up and knew she was asking for approval, again. But why?

I nodded so she continued to take my bra off. 

She looked down and seemed to go into a trance. She's seen my tits before what the fuck. I leaned forward to connect our lips again and that seemed to snap her out of it because she kissed back but harder.

You know those sparks and fireworks that go off when you kiss someone you really really like? yeah, they weren't here.

"I- I can't d- d- do this hannah." I spit out as I pulled back.

"Aw, why? You don't love me anymore?" She practically whined.

I spit in her face and pushed her off of me. "F- fuck y- y- yo- yo- you." I get super flustered when I'm angry and often can't seem to get most of my words out. 

I grabbed my clothes and began putting my jeans on when Hannah grabbed my wrist and flung me back on top of her. She puts her lips on me again and I swear to fucking go- I was cut off by her actually putting her damn lips on mine.

"BITCH!" I screamed and pulled my hand back balled up into a fist ready to clock that bitch until I noticed she was crying.

"P- pathetic." I practically whispered and grabbed my bra while storming out of that stupid hotel room.