Fall For You

(10)

"Do you want to go upstairs?" Cody whispers in my ear, wrapping an arm around me, pulling me closer to him. He begins placing hard kisses along my neck and jaw. Cody and I had moved from the floor to the couch when Ava and Nate decided to go and do shots with some of the other college kids.

"Sure," I say and follow Cody upstairs.

We find an empty room, and Cody shuts the door behind us. Cody strips off his shirt before pushing me down onto the bed. Climbing on top of me, he kisses my jaw, his mouth hot and heavy as it travels down to my neck. He finds a spot on my collarbone, and I let out a breathy moan. His hand quickly moves down to the hem of my shirt. Each action is rushed as he begins to drag it up my torso, ready to remove it from my body. 

I barely notice the door handle rattling and the door swinging open. Cody's mouth detaches from my collarbone. He turns his head to see who's interrupting us. 

"Can I help you?" Cody asks, his tone harsh, clearly pissed off at being interrupted. I turn my head to see who it is. Of course. Standing awkwardly in the doorway is Alex. Face red with embarrassment, not really sure what to do with himself.

He's sobering up, clear by his newfound ability to almost stand up straight.

"I was just looking for the bathroom," the boy mutters.

"So? This isn't a fucking bathroom. Get lost," Cody snaps.

Alex's look of embarrassment changes to one of terror. He's actually scared of Cody. Alex mutters a quick apology and flees the scene.

"Stupid kid," Cody says. When he's sure that the door is closed, his attention turns back to me. "Now, where were we?" His mouth presses harshly against my neck.

"No," I say, using my hands to push against his shoulders. "This is not happening."

"Come on, Gemma," Cody says.  He doesn't get the message that I want to stop as he grinds his body down against mine. 

"Cody, get off me!" I snap and push him again. This time harder.

"What the hell, Gemma!" Cody yells, snapping out of his crazy sex daze. "I thought you fucking wanted this! The kid is gone."

"No, I don't. The mood isn't there anymore," I say. "Just grab your shirt and get back to the fucking party," I snap at him.

Reluctantly, Cody climbs off me. He collects his discarded shirt from the floor.

 "Are you sure you don't want this?" He asks. There's a twinge of hope in his voice, like there's still a possibility of getting laid. 

Ugh, for fuck's sake.

"I'm pretty fucking sure," I snap, my voice dripping with disgust.

He pulls his shirt on over his head. "You're a bitch," he tells me.

"I know," I reply as I kindly show him my middle finger. He leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him on his way out.

I lie back down on the bed that isn't mine for a few minutes and stare up at the ceiling. I decide to go back to the party downstairs.

As I pass by the rooms, I pause, catching sight of the light coming from my room. Someone has fucking gone in there.

I open the door, ready to lose my shit at whoever has gone in there. Isn't there enough going on downstairs for them?

On the bed is Alex, my guitar resting on his lap. No way he was actually about to play that thing. He's drunk.

He looks up at me. "Done with your boy toy already?" He asks as he moves the guitar off his lap to sit on the bed. 

"Oh, look, the alcohol is making someone brave," I snarkily reply, sitting down on my desk chair.

"That's a shame," Alex says, a slight grin tugging at his lips. "Did he even last longer than 5 minutes?"

"Do you think you could?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. 

Alex doesn't answer. Instead, he leans forward, resting his head in his hands. One of the many effects of consuming alcohol.

"Are you alright?" I ask. The last thing I need is for this guy to pass out in my room. 

"Yeah," Alex nods, very unconvincingly. "I think I just need some water."

"I'll go get you some," I say, about to stand but Alex shakes his head. 

"I'll go get it myself," he says, trying to stand up from the bed, but he wobbles and falls back down. 

"Maybe you should get the water," Alex laughs. I roll my eyes and stand from the chair. 

"Stay here," I order. I really don't need him wandering around the party again. "I'll be right back."

I pause when I get to the door. I have a few choices here. I can leave Alex here, hoping he'll listen to me and stay fucking put, or I can take him downstairs with me to get the water and then drive his drunk ass back to the dorm.

I hate how responsible option 2 sounds. It's even more annoying than option 1. But I can't leave him here by himself. 

Groaning, I walk over to the bed. "Come on. Get up," I command, grabbing his wrist harshly. 

"Why?" He asks, not making the slightest attempt to move. Of all the rooms in this house, he just had to pick mine. 

"Come on, Alex," I say, giving his wrist a pull. 

"I thought you were getting me water," he whines.

"You can have water if you come with me," I say, sharply. 

It takes a few more minutes of pulling at Alex's wrist before he finally stumbles to his feet. 

"To the water, we go," Alex says, punching out a fist ahead of him, like he's Superman and he begins walking forward towards the door. I follow closely behind him, switching off the light and shutting the door behind me.