Fall For You (EDITING + UPDATING)

(10)

"Do you want to go upstairs?" Cody whispers in my ear from beside me. He wraps an arm around me and pulls 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 Harley 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 begins to take off his clothes, stripping off his shirt before pushing me down onto the bed. Climbing on top of me, he kisses my neck. 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.

The sound of the door opening fills the room and Cody detaches his mouth from my jaw to move around and see who it is.

"Can I help you?" Cody asks, his tone harsh, clearly pissed off at being interrupted. I lean up on my elbows to see who it is.

Of course. Standing in the door is Alex. His face red with embarrassment as he stands awkwardly. 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 gently.

"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.

Maybe it was being interrupted or the trail of saliva that Cody is leaving but this isn't appealing like it was anymore.

"Cody." I say use my hands to push against his shoulders. 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!"

"I don't." I tell him. "Just put your shirt on and get back to the fucking party." I snap at him.

Cody climbs off the bed and collects his shirt from the floor. "Are you sure you don't want this?" He asks, there's a twinge of hope at the possibility of still getting laid in his voice.

Ugh, for fuck's sake.

I'm pretty fucking sure." I snap.

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 on returning to the party downstairs. As I pass by the rooms, I hear a soft sound of a guitar strumming and a quiet voice singing.

Quietly, I open the door to the room that I think the person making the music is in. On the bed sits Alex, the guitar resting on his lap. I know I wasn't quiet enough because Alex immediately stops singing and playing before I could even work out what the song was.

"Done with your boy toy already?" Alex asks as he moves the guitar so it sits against the nightstand.

"Yeah. Poor guy, can't even last 5 minutes." I say and sit down on the desk chair.

"That's a shame." Alex says and rests his head in his hands. One of the side effects of consuming alcohol, I suppose.

"Are you alright?' I ask.

"Yeah. I think I just need some water." He says.

"I can go get you some." I offer and he shakes his head.

"I'll get it myself." He says and tries to stand from the bed but he wobbles and collapses back down onto the bed in a seated position.

It amazes me that he was able to sober enough to play guitar and stand up straight when he was in the room with Cody and I but he can't manage to get up from the bed without wobbling and falling back down.

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

"I'll be right back." I tell him as I get up to leave the room. He nods and falls backwards so he's laying on the bed.

I have a few choices here. I can leave Alex here while I go downstairs and get his water or I can take him downstairs with me when I get the water before driving him back to his dorm.

Option Two sounds more responsible than Option One but even more annoying. But I can't leave him here by himself. He could pass out or choke on his own vomit. 

Groaning internally, I walk over to the bed and pull Alex harshly by the wrist.

"Come on. Get up." I command.

"Why?" He asks, not making even the slightest effort to move. "I thought you were getting me water."

"You can have water if you come with me."

It takes a few more minutes of pulling at Alex's wrist but finally he 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.