Blue (The Spectrum Series: #3)

Chapter Ten

"Do you mind?" Evie says, and I cock my head to the side, confused. "Leaving?" she snaps, and I am so utterly confused, until she gestures to the bed behind me and it hits me like a freight train on crack. Oh... they want to have sex on my bed. Well, that's too damn bad. They have Riley's bed they can do it on, but I am not giving up mine for them to get 'freaky' on.

"Use Riley's," I grumble and crumble onto my bed, pulling the huge cover over my head.

"Um... could you, like, leave now?" Evie barks above me.

I sit upright and glare at her, not backing down one bit. "No, I will not leave my own room, my own bed, for you to have sex on. You sound like a crazy person! You can go over there and do whatever you want — " I flail my arms around, gesturing like I'm crazy. "But you can leave me out of it."

With that said, I lay back and snuggle underneath my cover, pouting at her insane request, shocked at what I just did. I've never spoken that harshly to anyone, ever. Maybe Ever when he was being a little dipped and stealing candy from me during movie nights at my house, but other than that I am usually cool and collected, not an hothead like her. I'm scared and surprised by my actions. What is going on with me tonight?

I actively listen to their rushed and clipped conversation. Evie is losing her last bit of patience because Blue refuses to 'fuck with me in the room,' which, hearing from his dirty mouth, made me extremely uncomfortable. I listen to them argue for a few more moments before the door slams. I let go of a built up, relieved breath. Finally, they've left. I sit up and turn to Riley's tiny flatscreen TV in front of her bed, but let out a terrified yelp when I find a tall figure looming over me... a few feet away.

"Why are you always screaming?" Blue complains.

"Sorry," I whisper and look down at my hands in my lap, unsure of what else to say or do. I thought he left after deciding to be a decent human being and turn down having sex with another girl in the room. That would have been so cruel and, shockingly enough, he didn't do it — pun frightfully intended.

"Here," he says and something hard lands in my hands. A bottled water. I look up at him, eyes furrowed, quietly licking my lips. His eyes roll at my inquisitive stare and he shrugs away from me. "You're tipsy, you need it more than me," he mumbles before taking a seat beside my feet.

Tipsy? "I am not tipsy." I unscrew the bottle and chug down a few gulps. I stop halfway when his stare becomes too much. "I don't drink alcohol," I tell him and he laughs.

"Then it looks like you've got another memory for your scrapbook," he jokes.

"I'm serious. The only thing I drank was the punch... oh dang it! I got prom-ed."

"Prom-ed?" Blue's smile is amused and adorable. Who would have thought adorable would be used to describe Blue? Definitely not me

"Yes, when people spike the punch at prom," I say as my way of explanation, but he looks lost as ever. "I watch a lot of teen movies. And that's what they do... in the...movies." If he was amused before, he's head-over-smitten now.

Embarrassed, I shift my gaze to Riley's shaggy neon-pink rug and gulp down the rest of my water. What am I saying in front of this boy? He's internally making fun of me and storing away what I say to humiliate me later, for sure.

"Odd. When you're not being a total prude, you're actually cute. Go figure." Blue smiles. Actually smiles. He's already really cute. Ugh. My stomach is being a pain tonight. It must be the hint of alcohol I drank tonight.

"I am not a prude," I defend myself, twisting and untwisting the bottle cap.

"Yes, you are."

"Just because I didn't want you having sex next to me doesn't mean I am some conservative nun or anything." My voice rises unintentionally, and his lips curl into an amused smile. I roll my eyes and wish I had more water to avoid having to talk to this rude boy.

"Would you rather I have sex with you?" he asks and I gasp, stumbling to stand up.

"Gross. No!" I shudder and try to find my breathing as I fall onto Riley's bed. I have to get far away from his dirty, naughty mind. Why would he ever think I would want to have sex with him? As if I'd give my virginity to him. Ha. Never. Not in a billion years.

"Ouch. Do I seriously gross you out so much you had to move over there?" He props himself up on his hands and bores his eyes directly into mine, challenging me.

"Awesome, you have comprehension skills." I raise my knees and look out the window. I want to get up and walk away, find Finn and stay by his side, but I can hardly move my toes because my entire body is glued to the spot as I listen to him talk.

"I comprehend that you're a total prude, just as I thought," he says and I ignore my body's warnings and glare at him straight on. I think his smile widens, but it's too dark for me to tell.

"I am not a prude," I argue. Why is he being this way? He was actually tolerable to talk to Monday.

"Okay..." He nods and stands up. And walks over to me, sitting beside me, so close I can smell the booze on his breath and sweet scent of his cologne. "Then you wouldn't lose your mind if I did this?" He touches my knee and I lose a breath and try to maintain a stable, blank expression. I will not let him think I'm some prude, it's insulting to say the least.

"All good," I tell him with a proud smile.

Until his hand trails up along my thigh. "What about now?" His hand is resting on my bare waist. My eyes widen at the sight of my chest until I realize I yanked off my shirt before he and Evie barged in. I try to focus on how embarrassed and skittish I was when that happened to block out the sensation of his hand touching my skin. But nothing can repel the feel of his calloused fingers dancing up my stomach.

"Nothing." My voice shakes despite my statement.

Our game of tolerance shatters as his hand wanders my skin riddled with goosebumps. Each fleeting touch and rake of his eyes on my body steals a breath until I am gasping for air. I think I whisper his name as his rough fingertips whisper against my collarbone. My mind is racing and my mind is cloud one of his hands finds my hot cheek, the other gently cupping my hip. Our chests touch, and his mouth is warm. An unknown, heavy emotion and need fills my chest.

"And now?" Blue whispers, voice hauntingly raspy. I stare at his lips and lick my own. What is happening and who is this overwhelmingly attractive boy in front of me? I don't recognize the softness in his voice or how he's paying attention to my lips like he's memorizing it to paint it later. I part my lips and watch his tongue wet his pink lips and hook his lip ring between his teeth.

I flick my eyes up to meet his, and the words I can control, "Everything," but everything else is out of my hands and into that emotion lingering, buzzing beneath my skin.

One second I am staring into his delicious brown eyes, and the next he's leaning forward and my lips are against his.