him.

6. beer pong

           

There he is. Sitting on a bed – shirtless – with a girl straddling his lap. Not just any girl, the waitress from the restaurant. I look at the both of them and turn around to run towards one of the empty bedrooms before I even know it. I lock the door and lean against it, sliding down onto the floor. I feel weird. I feel angry and sad. Why am I sad? Am I starting to like him? I shake my head and chuckle at my stupidity. I can't like him, I don't even know him. Well, I know his name and a part of his story but you need to know more about someone to be able to actually like them, right? Or is this what they call 'love at first sight'? I don't know. I really don't.

"Open the door!" A voice yells while hitting against the wooden door, snapping me out of my deep thoughts.

Zion.

"Why?" I answer.

"Just open the fucking door." He says and I open the door. He storms in, slams the door shut and locks it.

"What?" I walk over to the bed and sit down.

"Didn't I tell you not to go to this party?" He's fuming.

"Yes. Yes, you did. But you're not the boss of me. You barely even know me and you can't decide whether I can to a party or not." I start. "And besides, you only wanted me not to come so you could have sex with that bitch."

"That's not true." He states dryly.

"Then why didn't you want me to come? Tell me. Because first you take me on a date and pretend you actually like me. Well, it seemed like it but since your feelings are like solving a mystery, I don't even know if you actually do. And then you're having sex with some random girl at a house party." I say, now standing on my feet and only a foot away from him.

"I already told you, it's for you own good. And I do like you." He says and takes a step towards me.

For some reason, I can't seem to move and I'm frozen right on the spot. He lowers his lips to my ears and bites my earlobe, causing goosebumps to form all over my body. He snakes one arm around my waist to pull me closer and moves his other hand to my cheek and starts to kiss the skin under my ear all the way down my neck, whispering words in between every kiss.

"I...actually...like...you."

He reached my collarbones and looks back up into my eyes. His arm is still tight around my waist, holding me firm against his body and he moves his head closer to mine until our foreheads gently touch. He looks right into my eyes, down to my lips and back up into my eyes and licks his lips before crashing them onto mine. His tongue slides against my lower lip, asking for entrance but my lips stay shut. Then suddenly, his hand goes down and squeezes my ass. I gasp at his action and he slides his tongue in, exploring my mouth. I close my eyes in joy and start swirling my tongue around his. We are actually making out. I'm making out with a boy I basically just met today and it feels so good. Zion... He tastes like alcohol and mint.

"Jump." He whispers into my mouth and I do as I was told.

His hands quickly get a hold of my legs and I wrap them around his waist. He walks towards the bed, gently puts me down on it and hovers his body over mine. Just seconds later, we roll over, I'm on top with both my knees on each side of his body. We're still making out and a part of me wants to continue but the other part just can't. I start grinding against his crotch and take his lower lip between my teeth. He crashes his lips on mine for the second time within a few minutes and sits up with me still on his lap. He breaks the kiss for a few seconds to take off his shirt and lays his upper body back onto the bed. I took a moment to admit his toned and muscled torso before kissing him again. "What am I doing?" I think to myself and climb off his body and onto my feet before he can even sit up. Then, realization hit me, I was mad at him.