I Swear. It Was Me

5. Yes, I Mean Yes

(I thought I published this yesterday!! I'm sorry)

I looked unsurely at the officer who was carrying my bag. We were at my apartment's door and he showed no sign of giving me back my backpack. I cleared my throat and he looked down at me, a small smile across his face. I gestured to my bag he had hanging off one shoulder. "I think that's mine."

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He asked.

"No, and you are going to give me back my bag and leave." I said tugging on the strap not on his shoulder, but he didn't let go.

"I walked you all the way here in this heat!" He said dramatically gesturing to nothing in particular. "The least you could do is offer an overheating man a drink." He smirked at me.

"I didn't want you to follow me home." I said placing a hand on my hip and glaring up at his tall frame. 'Why the hell is he so tall?! Not fair.' My inner child pouted.

"And you didn't want to go to jail." He said mimicking my stance and hefting the bag onto his shoulder once more.

'Ass wipe.' I growled in my head. "Fine." I gave in. "One drink, then you leave."

He shrugged his shoulders and I unlocked the door and pushed it open with a slight creak... Which had never happened before it had been kicked open. All thanks to the prick of an officer standing behind me. I kicked off my shoes and slipped off my hoodie. "Don't touch anything." I said turning on the light. "Let's get this over with, what you want to drink? Wanna beer?"

"I'm on call, can't drink. Water will do." He said placing my bag down and looking up at me. I was in a flowery top and a nice pair of women's pants. "Why are you dressed like that?" He asked eyeing my feminine outfit.

'None of your damn business.' I thought "My job." I said instead

"Is graffiti your job?" He asked me and looked down at the bag.

"It's not graffiti. It's art and if you call it that again, I'll rip your head off." I threatened adding a smile to make him uncomfortable. It seemed to work because he shifted in place. I turned away from him and went to the fridge. Opening it, I found a water bottle in the side panel and tossed it behind my back without looking.

"OW!" I heard a yelp behind me and smirked into the fridge. Rummaging around I found a Root Beer and grabbed it.

"Did poor wittle officwer get a boo-boo?" I asked mockingly.

"I could have you arrested for assault." He said rubbing his forehead.

"Punish me, Daddy." I said winking at him. At this he choked on his water and I laughed at how red his face turned. "Geez, for a guy who acts so flirty, you sure don't have a tolerance for kink jokes." I said opening my own Root Beer and sipping it.

"Oh I have plenty of tolerance." He said. "It was just unexpected."

I raised my eyebrows at him and took my hair out of it's bun. "So you have tolerance, or experience?" I questioned shaking my long blue hair down.

"Would you believe me if I said both?" He asked before sipping on his water.

I chuckled slightly. Just the thought of this shy and yet cocky officer having any experience in sex was laughable. "I won't believe that until I witness it myself." I said quietly.

"What about you?" He said sitting down in my art chair. "Do you have any experience?"

"Yes." I said cooly sipping my soda. 'No.'

"I don't believe you." He said smiling and resting the bottle on his knee.

"Then don't believe me." I sat down in a chair on the other side of the room. "Finish your water and then leave."

"I have work in a few hours." He said. "Can I sleep here? It's a 45 minute drive to my house."

'Oh hell no!' I screamed in my head. "I don't care. Just keep your mouth shut." I said instead. 'What the hell!?! I said 'No'!!!" I screamed at myself.

He looked shocked momentarily but got over it quickly. "Thanks!!" He smiled showing perfect straight, white teeth. 'I want teeth that blind you. I mean, his don't blind, but they are pretty darn close. I wish I looked in the mirror and just went 'Damn. Them some nice teeth.' And everyone would think that too.' Wait, what. I shook my mind back to the real world and realized I'd been staring at his lips for the last 2 minutes. I quickly looked up to his eyes and knew he had definitely noticed.

"You looking for something?" He asked me, a smile playing across the lips that I had been looking at for so long.

"N-no!" I stuttered restringing the urge to blush. 'Yes.' No, no that's not what I meant. 'Yes. I definitely said yes, I mean yes.' He's not G A Y!!!

"I think you mean 'Yes.'" He smirked at me.

"You aren't gay. So I mean 'No.' I said what I meant, and I meant what I said." I walked to the door and picked up my bag.

"How do you know I'm not gay?" He asked me, making me hesitate in my movements. 'Wait, what?'

"I don't know, but I have a good feeling you aren't." I walked next to him and looked him up and down. "You don't look gay."

"Does one have to look gay, in order to be gay?" He stood up and looked down at me and smirked slightly.

"Well no, but I think I'd know if you were." I looked up at him, meeting his piercing blue gaze.

"I can prove it to you." He said grabbing onto my waist pulling me closer pressing his body against mine.

I smirked leaning into him more and stood on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "I dare you."

As I pulled away, my face was caught in his hands and he pulled my face closer to his. He paused and stared at my lips before looking up at my eyes. The tension was strong between the two of us, but neither wanted to give into temptation.

Fuck it.' I thought reaching up I pressed my lips to his and automatically his lips responded, moving rhythmically against mine. I felt his nails dig into my hips and I pressed my body closer to his, rolling my hips slightly against his groin. He let out a groan into my mouth and I smiled into the kiss. Pulling back I looked into his eyes and gave him another peck on the lips.

"So gay then?" I asked.

"Definitely." He said looking down at me and smiling. I pushed myself away from him and walked away.

"I'm going to bed... Goodnight."

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Officer handsome said groaning.

"The couch... Goodnight." I said flipping off the lights and heading into my room.

"Night." I heard him say quietly before I finally closed the door. I sighed leaning against the locked door. Running my fingers through my long blue hair, I sighed again.

What the hell was I supposed to with this now? He's gay... But I just, I don't know anymore. Why the hell would he do that? No. Why the hell would I do that?

I clutched my chest and my beating heart. 'I'm not ready.' I thought. 'Will I ever be ready?' No, probably not. With that thought, I took off my shirt, pants, and boxers and looked at my naked body in the mirror. The patterned, purple scars crossing my stomach and hips glared back at me. "Never again." I said to myself. 'That's right. Never again.' I crossed my room and threw on a random shirt and boxers lying on the floor and crawled into bed, allowing the dark to take me, and praying for a night of uninterrupted sleep.

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YEA!! Another chapter!! Fun :) Okay, so I'm trying so hard to update, but I was a little stuck on this one, so I'm sorry. Also my grades are so shit right now, and I've been trying to get them up, but as you can imagine, it's not really working. BUT I NEVER GIVE UP!!! (jk imma huge fucking quitter xD) That's why I may be a little slow to update.

I hope that this isn't too confusing and if you need help understanding anything, just tell me and I'll try my best to explain it to you :D

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                      Your Dearest, Yu