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Story 3

Wine tastes amazing.

The tart, bitter taste lasts only a bit until you realize you can feel the slight buzz. The buzz is warm and tingly, it covers your mouth like velvet and when you finally swallow the liquid, your throat would be greeted with the same welcoming feeling. Not to mention the more relaxed your body will feel. It wasn't my first time drinking wine, but it was my first time drinking wine with a boy.

Whom I liked.

It was a special event, quite a number of people. It was someone's sweet 17. I wasn't too close to her but I was glad Anita invited me. Jack was here after all. Jack's supposed to turn 17 on May- but he was still a year older than me. The ballroom that was rented was lighted with a purple and blue hue in mind. Every girl was dressed at their prettiest, which made me a little insecure about my child-like flowy dress. It was white, sleeveless and had a slight tint of pink lining the tip of the dress. I put my hair down, and didn't bother to do anything else but that. Jack was something else though. He wore a neat suit, no tie. He has his usual slicked back black hair and his ever so mandatory arrogance.

The first thing he did upon arriving was to find a girl, which he had no problem with. He flirted and teased, beckoned and sometimes begged but his luck was really down tonight; everyone already had a date prior to the party. Even me, who felt out of place to people who were either a year older or well known through the whole school here, came with a date. However, it wasn't technically a date. Scott was a great friend of mine and wanted to have more chances with the girl he liked; Alex. Alex was in the party, and he wasn't invited. My friends were spitting disagreements but it didn't sound so bad.

Scott can make his move, while I can make myself seem not as lonely.

"Sheila?" I remembered how he called out my name.

"Oh Jack!" I was so happy when I saw him.

He scoffed for a while, but also sighed with relief.

"I'm so glad you're here" he said, then took a seat next to me on the bar.

I told him about Scott, in which he laughed at me about. I teased him about he couldn't find a date; which backfired because he suddenly asked me to be his date. I fluster for a while but then accepted light-heartedly. He then reached over the counter, finding the complimentary wine for both us to drink. We didn't drink in silence, of course we wouldn't. We knew one another from debate club, we're in a team together and flirted with each other relentlessly. He had a girlfriend at the time though, but he's the type who never actually is loyal. Which was one of my worries, really. Having a crush on a player?; sounds like a melodramatic teen-movie.

But at this point I could care less.

He broke up with Caroline about 2 months ago. He looked ok, but I could tell he wasn't. He was making jokes a little less, dazed a little too much and couldn't really focus on what we were studying. We had a talk about it through a video call. It was nice, he was able to rant and I could get to know him a lot better. We have many things in common. Both of our parents are divorced, we're interested in the same kind of music, interested in the same kind of genre of movies, liked reading. And we were both extremely perverted when we want to be. I'm "this" close to pouncing at him.

"Are you drunk yet?" he asks after finishing his glass.

"No, you're not supposed to drink it that fast dumbass" I harshly teased, he chuckled.

"Aw well it's nice to drink it that way" He leaned closer.

"You do you" I pretend to sigh in shame, hiding the whimper when he went even closer.

I brought my glass to my lips, only for it to be tapped down with his finger. He stared at me. Then his hand come up to my thigh. I melt onto the contact, quietly panicking. He was still staring at me.

"Wanna dance?"

"Yes"

He was clearly taller than me, which made it all the more sweet when he pulled me closer in excuse so I can reach his shoulder. I can smell that he was wearing cologne which I laughed at and asked him about if he knew the cologne he wears was absolute shit. He rolls his eyes at that. The song was slow, there were lyrics but they were easily ignored. We sway side to side, not really caring if we were actually dancing.

"How's life?" I blurted out suddenly, wanting to take my mind off how he seemed to be even closer. He chuckles before answering.

"Great, probably because I'm here with you" He says with ease.

"Oh wow I've heard better from you" I chuckled, playfully nudging him at the sides.

"Then you try"

My throat goes dry. I spent a while to think about what I wanted to say, staring at his chest all the while. Before he asked the question again, I answered.

"I like you"

His eyes opened wide. We never really stopped swaying but my grip on his shoulder went tighter. I bit my lower lip, anxious on what he's going to say.

"That-that's playing dirty" he chuckled dryly, looking to the side and fixing his glasses that were at the tip of his nose.

"What if I told you" I paused, making sure he was looking at me "I'm not playing at all?"

Jack has never been flustered from our playful back and forth. Sometimes he does but he'll only express it with fidgeting his leg or not wanting to look at me for a while. The look on his face when I told him that was nothing new. He stares at me again, with disbelief and surprise. Then he coughs.

"Sheila" he says steadily.

"Yeah?" I answered, stupidly anxious.

"If you're doing this for a joke I'll never forgive you" he warns, but then I just nodded.

He sighs heavily. Letting his shoulders tense before letting go another breath. He took the hand on his shoulder, brought it closer to him and kissed it lightly. I couldn't do anything else but stare.

"I like you too" I can feel how hard for him to say that, it made me wonder if he was forcing himself to or because he hasn't admitted it to himself yet.

But it felt great, nonetheless. I let myself chuckle for a while.

"You serious?" I asked him back.

"Yes" he answered flatly.

"Then it'd be ok if we kissed right?"

I didn't give him time to answer before going on my toes to peck at his lips. There was no running away from it now. Hopefully the kiss would scare him if he was just forcing himself to go through a confession from an underclassman. I pulled back, and hope filled my eyes as I see him smile wider, even covering it with his hand.

I didn't expect him to kiss me back though.

It was short and sweet but meant the world to me. There will surely be more kisses to come.