Accidents Happen- (Bad Boy/Good Girl Love Story)

Accidents Happen- Chapter 1

Hey guys! I've decided... 2nd story time!!! :D So I'm not gonna explain, because it's a surprise, but I will say, this story is a bit more of a sexual nature, so don't read it if you don't like it, cause this one has no warning! But I will tell you, no one gets pregnant or anything. I pinky promise.

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Laurence's POV

"Dance with me, Laurence!" Zella yelled over the pounding bass of the party music. She smelled like beer and spiked fruit punch, but I had only seen her drink two beers. She's such a lightweight, I thought to myself, chuckling.

"I don't know if I should," I said to her. "You're kinda wasted, and I think we need to get you home before it's too late."

She shook her head wildly, her dark brown hair swinging. I looked into her eyes, which were surrounded by smokey and smudged eyeliner, and told her seriously, "You need to get home, Zella. Right now."

She frowned and pouted, puffing out her bottom lip. Damn, she's adorable, I thought to myself. "But I don't wanna go!!" she whined, seeming hurt that I would even suggest it.

I glanced around and saw Todd, Brad, and Caleb all walking around us in some kind of shark circling thing, all ready to get into Zella's pants as soon as I left her. I decided that wasn't going to happen. Not over my dead body, I thought, wrapping my arms around her protectively and leaning my chin down on top of her head.

I looked at Todd, Brad, and Caleb, then mouthed, "She's mine, assholes." Their eyes widened and they grimaced, but after a minute or two, they left her alone. They knew no one messed with me. I had the whole "school bad boy" thing going on after all.

I leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Hey, Zella. How about instead of staying at the party, you come to my apartment, and we have our own party there, okay?" I really hoped she would fall for it and let me get her out of here, because it was midnight, and bad things happen past midnight at high school parties.

She beamed up at me and said, "Really?! That sounds great!"

I nodded, then picked her up bridal style and she wrapped her arms around my neck. "C'mon," I said, "let's get out of here, princess."

Zella had already fallen asleep by the time we got out to my car, so I set her gently in the passenger's side and buckled her up, then closed the door gently. I climbed into my side, and looked over at her while she slept, then smiled and started the car, going back to my place.

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I carried her inside my house and set her down on my bed, then woke her up. "Do your parents know you aren't coming home?" I asked her.

She nodded groggily, mumbling that she told them she was going home with a friend, and I smiled, satisfied by that answer. I handed her a t-shirt of mine, knowing it would be really long on her, then told her to change in my bathroom. I stripped to my boxers and my t-shirt and got in the bed, then I saw her come out.

I laughed, because my t-shirt went down to the tops of her knees. "How tall are you?" I asked her curiously.

Zella replied with a huff, and said, "5 feet 4 inches."

I laughed and pulled her into the bed, whispering into her ear, "Well I'm 6 foot 2."

She suppressed a giggle, then said something that sounded an awful lot like showoff.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her to my chest as she curled into a ball, then let her wrap her legs around my hips.

She suddenly pulled out of my grasp and kissed me on my lips, surprising the hell out of me. I pushed her off and told her, "Don't do anything you'll regret in the morning, Zella. You're drunk."

She shook her head, then climbed on top of me under the blankets and pressed her lips to mine again. I made a gentle groaning sound, unable to hide my pleasure. She giggled, then kissed down my lips to my neck, and back up to my ear.

"I love you, Laurence," Zella whispered, slurring her words a bit.

I laughed and replied, "You're so drunk."

"No, no, I mean it Laurence, I love you. I always have. Ever since we were younger and lived across the street from each other. I didn't know it until your parent's funeral this year though. When I saw you standing there with Ashley fucking Rigby. I got so pissed off because I wanted to like stab her with the fork I got with my fucking cake. I didn't know why the hell I was all mad, then I realized it was because I was jealous. Ashley Rigby is a... a... a whorebag, Laurence... Love me instead, please," she whispered, pleading.

I grinned at her and said, "I already do love you, Zella. Always have, always will."

She looked at me, shocked, then smiled happily, leaning down and kissing me again, this time with more passion than the time before. I kissed her back, running my fingers through her long dark hair, not able to get enough of her and her lips. 

Then we did something we shouldn't have done.

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Zella's POV

I awoke maybe a few hours later later, my head pounding. I rolled over and whimpered, pressing myself against Laurence's bare body, surrounded by warmth and the smell of cinnamon and pine. My heart pounded from being close to the person I loved more than anything.

I closed my eyes gently, then I came to my senses. "HOLY SHIT!" I yelled, pulling out of Laurence's grip. "WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO?!" I screeched, grabbing my hair. Laurence opened his eyes, looking groggy.

"What's wrong, princess?" he asked me, seeming confused.

"I... You... We... Wait! Did we... like... have sex?" I questioned.

He held his face in his hands as he sat up, mumbling quietly, "I was afraid this would happen..."

"DID WE?!" I asked him feverishly.

"Yes," he sighed, "and it was great." He smirked, clearly enjoying my shock. "I mean, I didn't think you were into whips and chains and whatnot, but if that's what you like, I'm cool."

My mouth dropped open and I sat drooped over in shock. "I... I... I... I..." I stuttered, unable to comprehend it.

He laughed, then pulled me against his chest and I felt the rumbling of his laughter. "I was kidding about the whips and stuff, princess. Besides, it's okay because you said you loved me, and I love you back, so we're okay. I promise it won't be like a one night stand or anything," he replied.

"I... I told you I loved you?" I asked, my face turning bright red.

He nodded contentedly, holding me against him. "Now go to sleep. It's Saturday. We have all day to talk about this."

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 comment, fan, blah blah blah. And if you like it, pllleeeassseee tell me! I love this story a lot, it's really fun, but I want someone who can like critique or whatever.... And here's a picture of Laurence. Uhh.... yum. His tattoos are hot.