Bad Boys and Good Girls

Chapter 3 (Emma)

After my third drink I was feeling a little tipsy. I hadn't left Derek's side all night. He didn't seem to mind and neither did I. His arm was wrapped around my waist protectively. I looked up at his sexy blue eyes. He gave me a smile that lit up his eyes.

"Hey guys!" I looked up to see Dani and Austin.

"Sup?" Derek said and nodded his head to Austin.

Austin looked down at all the bottles in front of us. "You drunk bro?"

"Maybe." I giggled.

"Yeah... you're definitely drunk." Dani said and took the bottle from my hand.

"Oh come on Dani!" I whined. "Don't be a kill joy. Have some fun!" If Derek wasn't there I would have fallen on my face.

She laughed. "I am having fun, but you on the other hand....." She trailed off. Austin smirked at me. "You've had three drinks too many." I sighed, throwing my head back.

"Come on! I've only had three!" I complained.

"Fine." She sighed and gave me my drink back. "But no more after this. You're mom will be pissed."

"Come on, let's go." Austin said to Dani. They waved and walked away.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch. He sat down and pulled my waist so I was sitting in his lap. He gently kissed me. I smiled against his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

"Guy get a room!" One of Derek's friends said.

"Shut the fuck up Ricky!" Derek snapped.

"No one wants to see that Derek!" Ricky exclaimed. "well no one wants to see you." His eyes trailed to me and looked me up and down.

"Dude. You done undressing her with your eyes?" Derek raised an eye brow.

"I have an idea!" I rolled my eyes. Ricky is so stupid. This would not turn out well.

"What?" Derek sighed.

"Let's play...." Ricky paused for dramatic effect. "Strip Poker!" He threw his arms up in excitement.

"Oh hell no!" I exclaimed. I didn't mean to yell but it just came out like that. "Not going to happen. You guys can play by yourselves."

I heard Derek laugh.

"They would too." He turned to me. "Follow me." He lifted me up off his lap so he could stand up. I followed him up the stairs. He opened a door and stepped into a room. The room had red walls with posters of bands everywhere.

"Who's room is this?" I asked as he sat on the bed.

"It's mine." He replied simply. I raised one eye brow, confused. The door was closed but I could still hear the music blasting. "Whenever my parents fight, which is a lot, I come here. It's like my home away from home. Their family is really close to mine." He sighed and laid back crossing his arms behind his head. "Come here." He pat his lap signaling for me to sit. I willingly sat. If I was sober I probably wouldn't have.

He pulled me down so I was laying on his chest. I giggled. He kissed me on the lips. He tasted like beer. We were both drunk so I probably tasted the same. I started playing with his hair, as his lips left mine and made their way down to my neck. I let out a slight moan and felt him smile. My hands left his hair and started to play with his jacket. It slipped off easily and he was left with a black wife beater on. His hands grabbed the bottom of my dress. I slipped off my heels and threw them to the side. He pulled my dress up over my head, leaving me in only my bra and underwear. "Wait-" He choked out. He was breathing in shallow pants like me.

"Yes Derek." I looked at his blue eyes filled with excitement.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." I said. Before he could say anything else, I pushed my lips onto his again. He smiled against my lips. His hands were on his belt as he started to unbuckle it. Was I really ready to do this?.... Was I ready to hand in my V card?....