"You know Sprite and Coke are better when you mix them." Wyatt says, not even in a question but in a statement. Like he knows it's better, and doesn't even want my opinion, he just knows.
"I wouldn't know, I've never tried it." I readjust my seating position to see him better. The window is still open, but he stopped smoking a while ago.
"Well I'm glad to say I'll be a part of your first time then." He smirks while taking my drink out of my hand. He pours a little bit in his, then pours it back in mine. "Drink." He says while handing it back to me. His smile is huge, showing off those adorable dimples. He seems to be so invested in this, it's sweet.
I follow his orders and take a sip. I should be thinking about the taste, thinking about a response to give him about whether I like it or not. But I can't focus. All I'm thinking about is how Wyatt's dna has basically touched my lips, and hopefully it will again later. "Like it?" He asks and I nod.
I fear the conversation is starting to drag, and I notice he seems to like it when I show confidence. So I decide to go for it, and I lean in and kiss his lips gently. And as a response he puts his hand that wasn't holding the drink under my chin and pulls me closer. As the kiss deepens I taste the smoke more than the Coke and Sprite, but I don't even mind. I'm kissing Wyatt Oleff.
"Wanna go to a bedroom?" Wyatt whispers into my ear after the kiss.
"I thought you'd never ask." I whisper back. And then he grabs my hand and off we go.
Wyatt must know this house well enough, because he leads my straight through the crowd and to a room. It looks like a guest room, because nothing personal is around. Once we are in he locks the door behind us and pulls my into a kiss. My hands make their way to his curly hair and mess around a little, as his hands reach my lower back. After a minute, he lifts me up and I leave my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the bed and we lay down gently. He just do this a lot, because he certainly knows what he is doing with the whole arrangement.
"Ever done this before?" He asks quietly and I nod. He says good, or something around that nature. Then before I know it his shirt is off and he is pulling my dress up over my head. I purposefully wore a nice bra and underwear, in hopes that something like this would happen. Little did I know that it would be with Wyatt Oleff. It's like all of my dreams since elementary school are coming true and I can't even wrap my head around it.
We make out with him on top of me for a while, then he is lifting me up and unclasping my bra. He really knows what he is doing, and I'm not surprised. He is the biggest player in the whole school, of course he knows how to act with a girl. For a second I start to think about how he does this at every party, and the way he kisses my neck is the way he kisses every girls neck. But I don't even care. He's better than Noah, way better, and even though he doesn't honestly care about me he is an amazing actor.
"You're such a good fucking kisser," he says after what feels like forever of no real words escaping our mouths.
"You too." I smile into the next kiss.
"No I mean it, like the best." And it doesn't even feel like he's said that to a hundred other girls. It feels like he likes me.
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After being with Wyatt in that bedroom for a while, we finally part ways. "Goodbye, princess London." were the last words Wyatt Oleff said to me that night. Probably the last words he'd ever say to me. Not that I'm complaining, I'm defiantly not.
"Bye." I reply as I turn in the direction towards the living room, assuming that is the location of my friends. Wyatt turns in the opposite direction, maybe for a reason, maybe so we separate. I enter the living room to see Iris and Sophia sitting on the couch talking to some kids I vaguely recognize but not enough to know names. When Sophia sees me coming she pats the small space on the couch next to her and I walk over and sit. "Where's Lilia?"
"Her and Jaeden are in the kitchen." Sophia says, then tunes back into the conversation she was having before I came over. Woah, Lilia with the guy of her dreams. And I was just with the guy of mine.
Another hour goes by, maybe it was only 45 minutes. Lilia comes back after 20 minutes, saying Jaeden and the rest of the boys were leaving. She said Jaeden mentioned something about IHOP, but she wasn't sure if that meant they were going right now or tomorrow morning. We say we will go tomorrow for breakfast, and if they are there then great, if not even better. I get to thinking what would happen if we saw them at IHOP. Would Wyatt talk to me? Would Jaeden talk to Lilia? Would Jaeden ask Lilia to sit with him and the guys?
"Time to leave, bitches!" Iris yells, and the girls and I all stand up from the living room. The house is practically empty, without the boys it seems like there was no party. We end the night as a party of four, a sleepover. We put on The Breakfast Club but I fall asleep within the first 10 minutes, I bet the other girls did to. I fall asleep knowing there is a 50% chance I will see Wyatt tomorrow morning. I really hope they are at IHOP tomorrow. I really fucking hope.
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Fanfiction"You've hooked up with hundreds of girls, why am I different." "First off, probably only 70 girls. Second, I like you more than those girls, more than any girl."
