Monday again; possibly the worst day of the week. I want nothing more than to spend the day in bed, reading or binge watching Netflix shows.
Present on my mind is the hope that no one has heard of my humiliating escapade last Friday. I take my usual seat for the morning, beginning to feel anxious by Ethan's absence, he's out visiting his sick Aunt for the week, so I'm left along with nothing but the endless complex thoughts created by my mind. Greyson walks into the room with his usual smirk playing on his face. He casually glances around the room taking note of every girl fawning over him, before his hazel eyes catch my stare. Crap. I snap my head around praying to God that he didn't notice, but knowing all the well that he did. He takes his seat far too close to mine and I attempt to ignore his presence. He tries to make small talk, but I avoid any attempts made at conversation, before leaving to my first lesson. I won't have to see him until history, I should be happy but as the morning continues, I find myself wishing it away.
Since I didn't stay in last weeks history class long enough for the teacher to hand our work, Greyson and I are given an extension and sent away. As we take our places in the empty library, the awkward tension between us builds until he breaks the silence.
"So how about we forget about the work and get out of this god forsaken place and do something fun? His question leaves me speechless, as my forehead creases in an attempt to comprehend what he's just said. Although, I'm slightly relieved that he hasn't mentioned his party.
"Wait, what?! Why are you being so nice to me?" He chuckles at my exclamation.
"I'm guessing you're still pissed after last week; look it was just a joke but you'll get over it. That's the way life goes. Plus it was just one time, I've been pleasant to you since." My anger rises at his remark, when is anything just a joke and when did it become okay to laugh the expense of another.
"You're such a dick... I hate you." My latter remark isn't exactly true but for the sake of the argument, it works.
"No you don't, now move, we're getting out of here" his arrogance is clear but he knows all to well the effect he has over me and I found myself agreeing with him, before I even have time to protest.
I park my jet black, Jeep Wrangler into a spot about half a mile away from the beach, in a secluded area to make sure there is not way some grade-A asshole can scratch it. It's brand new and I'm not taking any chances. I don't know why I ended up here... in fact, I don't even know how I ended up here with Sophie. I never take interest in any, not even girls, I just use them for hookups. Stop, you know exactly why you're here with her, my subconscious shouts at me.
There's no point in all the complicated relationship bullshit. But something about this obnoxious, yet charismatic blonde haired girl attracts me. This situation has only one conclusion, and that is with me losing her, like I do with everyone else.
"Come on let's go in the water" Grey says revealing his toned muscular abdomen as he tears off his shirt. A gasp slips from my mouth at his perfect frame.
"But I have nothing to change back into afterward."
"You can borrow something of mine." I have no time to back out as he takes my hands forcing me into the sea. The water effervescences, as beams of golden light cascade from the sky and disembark below the waters surface, I cannot help but marvel and its beauty.
Grey playfully soaks me with water displaying the boy behind his mask. As my body becomes drenched in water, my t-shirt clings to my breasts and curves revealing all of my imperfections. My arms move to my chest to hide my insecurities. Noticing, Grey gently grabs my wrists pulling me to his chest and closes the gap in between us us. Our faces are inches apart, his warm breath leaves traces on my skin. My eyes take in his chiseled cheek bones that line his sculpted face, moving down into his lips that resemble a frozen rose, dangerous but beautiful.
My fave flushes simultaneously to my fluttering heart as his roughly textured finger traces my mouth. And in a moment of madness, his lips close in on mine. At first he teases me; tugging at my lower lip and then his tongue gently caresses mine. My hands grasp his neck as the kiss deepens and he lifts me up placing my legs around his torso, removing my feet from the sand ridden seabed. Our connection grows as we are engulfed in a moment of pure bliss and passion. Moans unintentionally escape his mouth as my body begins to tingle.
The kiss is cut too soon as a group of loud teenagers stumble over the stand like animals. Annoyance is written all over Greyson's face at this untimely disruption. He releases me from his trip and my feet find the sand. He smiles, looking at me in a way I've never been looked at before. I know this look all to well, as I often gaze at Ethan in the same way. What am I doing? I told myself I'd rid these silly little crush feelings, not kiss him in public. I'm an idiot. But a happy idiot, at that.
