(FHS#2) You better watch out, you better not cry, and you better not fall cuz the f*ckboys just waged a war against Filimon Height's one and only sorority.
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This is wrong. He knows it. But something about the way her lips pressed on his feels so right and he can't help but kiss her back, slowly and gently.
Moments later she stops kissing him and smiles, leaning her forehead against his with eyes closed. Both of them were catching their breaths. They made out while sitting on the floor, on the mantle that he laid, under the stars of the cold night sky. Everything about it is wrong and he knows it, but everything about it feels so right. How can it be wrong when it feels so right?
He opens his eyes and sees her smiling, he begins to feel a different kind of warmth, like a heavy load has been lifted from his shoulders. He can't help but smile back.
"You're nice," she giggles and presses her lips against his again.
This is nice, he thinks to himself and kisses her back without hesitation. But this time, her lips begins to move with a different kind of intensity, her kisses are starting to grow passionate, and he's answering it with the same intensity.
Next thing he knew he was already leaning his back against the wall and Piper's already sitting on his lap, her hands are already around his neck as they continued to exchange deep kisses.
Absentmindedly, he drops the jacket that she's wearing. He raises his hands, slowly caressing her soft pink cheeks. He could feel the heat from her cheeks and this snaps him back to reality; that she's only kissing him because she's drunk.
He opens his eyes while cupping her face gently, he pulls himself away from the kiss, leaving both of them gasping for air. "Piper, you're drunk." He says, trying to sound as gentle as he can as their faces are merely inches apart.
"I'm so fucking drunk," she raises her forehead and giggles sheepishly. She tries to reach his lips again but he takes a deep breath and avoids her advances, making her mumble incoherently and pout like a little kid.
"Come on, Piper. You're drunk," he says again as he led her off his lap and on to the floor.
"No!" she yells like a little kid and tries to kiss him again, and yet again he moves his face away from her.
She's persistent. The alcohol in her system took away her ability to think and act rationally. She wants to kiss him again so she tries to reach for his face, and as if he's had enough, he finally yells in a fit of desperation, "Damn it Piper! I'm trying my best to control myself!"
His raised voice made her jump a little until slowly, she moved away from him with a sad look in her face and a cute pout on her lips. "Don't yell at me," she murmured like a little kid.
He sighed, feeling remorse. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to---" hindi na niya natapos pa ang sinasabi niya nang mapansing humikab si Piper na animo'y inaantok na. "You want to sleep now?"
