HOLLIE'S POV:
I was startled from my thoughts in an unpleasant way. Something I had felt many times before, a hand on my butt.
"Hey gorgeous."
I stood still, not daring to face the pig.
"Remove your hand from my arse in 5,4,3..."
I whispered frantically, still facing the wall. When I realised that the hand had clearly not left my buttock, I swivelled round uncertainly. I was faced with a tall boy with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. His lips turned at the corner as he smirked at me.
"Oi quit perving on my chest, will you?"
I was surprised by this statement then realised that I had actually been staring at the guys abs for the whole time. But who can resist staring at a muscly chest that lacked a shirt.
"Put a shirt on will you..?"
The boy smirked again.
"Its Blake, don't pretend you want these bad boys put away your'e only embarrassing yourself."
I turned away disgusted, but was saved by the presence of my partner, Logan, whom I had exchanged a short conversation with earlier, resulting in many dirty looks from the bitchy Jordan girl. I smiled sweetly at him.
"Is this dude bothering you?"
"No, not at all."
I leaned into Logan and pushed my hands through his dark hair and pushed my lips softly against his, with eyes on Blake the whole time. I raised my eyebrows as I noticed his shocked expression. I pulled away from Logan and took hold of his hand.
"You already got your tongue down his throat?"
Jordan laughed. Blake put his hand around her waist but she smacked it away violently:
"Touch me and you won't have a hand to do it again."
Logan intertwined his fingers with mine and gave Jordan a small wink. It didn't bother me, I didn't like this loser, it was all for the cameras.
As we walked away, I turned my head round and watched Blake try it with Jordan yet again.
So why did that bother me?
JORDAN'S POV:
The Logan dude was starting to get on my nerves. It was like he was trying to provoke me by flirting with Hollie. Doesn't the idiot know that it was just some stupid reality and I don't give a fuck about him?
I turned around to look at him only to realise he was hugging Hollie, and looking straight at me with a smirk on his face. Fine, I thought, two can play at this game.
I walked towards Blake and grabbed him, and dragging him I sat him on the bed. I sat on his lap and began stroking his hair. He had an amused smile as I stopped stroking his hair and leaned closer until we were inches apart. I brushed my lips against his and then moved in to kiss his neck. I slowly moved up and breathed triumphantly when Blake moaned softly. I moved up, kissing his jaw. I could tell he was getting desperate with every little kiss I planted. I got closer to his mouth and stood again a few inches apart from him. He tried to seal the kiss but I pushed him away."Nuh uh uh." I whispered to him, telling him off like a little kid. I finally slid my tongue into his mouth and kissed him softly and then more passionately.
I pulled away quickly. The kiss was disgusting, his mouth was so wet. Panting, I turned around to look at the others. The look on Logan's face was priceless. And surprisingly, so was Hollie's.
LUCY'S POV:
I strolled round the room, trying to socialize with my new colleagues (colleagues? Don't know what else to call them), until I came across some sort of kiss fight.
Two girls, a curvy blonde and a pretty brunette, were lashing their tounges at their partners, Logan and Blake, while observing each other's reactions.
I watched the whole scene with amusement at how competitive the pairs were. I just wish I had popcorn with me at the time and my phone to video it.
Once both girls had finished with their 'competition,' they tentatively scanned the room, flushing with embarrassment, until their eyes landed on me. Jordan looked me up and down and, as I presumed, said a rude comment.
"Why the f*ck are you like staring at us? Is there any thing like PRIVACY nowadays?"
"True say, true say. Some people REALLY need to learn to make out in private, not in a room filled with 10 people!" I replied.
She huffed, rolled her eyes (no big surprise there), and said harshly,
"Ugh. Go get a life and kiss your own boy, don't watch other people doing it. That's just freaky."
"And don't be a slut." I replied.
"Wait... are you calling ME a slut? What about this blonde chick?"she said, pointing at Hollie..
"Yahhhh... you're both sluts, if I'll be honest. I'm just trying to break the ice."
And all at once, two ferocious, wolf-like, ruthless girls pounced on me.
I was caught in the middle of a whirl of flailing arms and legs as many hard objects hit me, undoubtedly leaving me with thousands of bruises.
All through the commotion of having two lunatic girls literally trying to kill me or something, a muscly, toned arm swept the two cows away and offered me a hand. I took it gratefully and then saw who it was.
Why, it was Shaun who had saved the damsel in distress.
I stood up, patted my crazy hair down a bit, and smoothed down my clothes as an attempt to look a bit more sophisticated, even though I had just been in a cat fight with two girls most probably hungry for my death.
I glanced at the two girls who were, once again, giving each other death stares (so much for 'every blonde needs a brunette'), and walked off with Shaun, still hand in hand. I felt my cheeks getting more and more crimson, as the warmth of his hand seeped into mine, sending tingles all over my body.
We stopped by a chair and I sat down on it while Shaun perched on a table.
"So, what the actual f*ck was that about?" Shaun asked, grinning so much I actually considered whether or not his face was about to snap in half.
"Why the over-the-moon face?" I said moodily. (how else was I meant to feel when my makeup and hair, which I spent ages on, had been completely ruined by some two lions?)
"Oh, nothing much. It was just quite fun watching. I got a few snippets of flesh here and there."
I rolled my eyes as hard as I could, and said,
"Pervert."
"You know me."
"Ugh. Moving on, why did you err... save me?"
The smirk on his face vanished, and instead, his gaze on me took on a very serious look.
"I would have done the same for anyone."
I don't know what it was, but a small butterfly made it's way into my stomach when he said that. Why? I don't really know.
I guess I wanted him to say something more romantic, more cliché for my longing teenage hormones. I didn't want to be at the same level as everyone else in Shaun's eyes, I wanted to be something more. Something special.
What beats me is that I had only known him for an hour and I was already developing feelings for him.
