Bexley's pov
I sat on the bed and I shivered slightly, realizing his room was like ice cold.
"You cold Bex?" He said turning towards me.
"Yeah kinda.." I mumbled, not feeling the best.
"You okay you don't look good."
Then next thing I knew I slapped my hand over my mouth and he handed me a bucket.
He grabbed my hair as I puked into the bucket. The feeling of pure alcohol and stomach acid wasn't pleasing. I wiped my face on my shirt and he chuckled.
"Sorry I don't mean to laugh. You're a mess girl." He said as he got up and opened his closet. He turned, handing me tissues before going back to his closet. I blew my nose, getting the burning sensation of vomit out of my nose. I set the bucket and tissues on the floor beside the bed and I groaned.
"Here's a hoodie, and some joggers which will be took big but it's better then vomit jeans."
I nervously smiled as I grabbed the white hoodie and grey joggers. I pulled my puke covered shirt off and I felt him looking at me, even though I had my back to him. I threw the hoodie on and I groaned, "this is an awkward request but I need help getting my pants off."
He chuckled and came over to the side of the bed I was on. I undid my jeans and he pulled them off by the ankle. He looked up at me as he was squatted down and his eyes were at level with my lower half. My face heated up and I squeezed my legs shut. He handed me the joggers and went back to the other side of the bed. I sat there for a little bit, too embarrassed to move. Why did I wear lace underwear and have to throw up on myself? Because I set myself up for embarrassment. I finally slipped on the joggers, tying the strings to the size of my much smaller waist. I climbed onto the bed, leaning against the pillows.
"You should lay down Bex." He said softly as he clicked on the tv. I nodded as I laid down on the extremely soft bed and rolled so my back was to him. I didn't feel uncomfortable being in bed with him, but I did right now because I had never been in his room before. I felt his hand softly touch my arm. I wanted him to just hold me right now. I don't feel good and I just want to feel cared for.
"K-Kimetrius?" I said softly, mumbling a bit.
"Yes?" He said as he pulled his hand off my arm.
"C-can I cuddle with you?"
"Of course" He said as he laid down. I turned around and I curled up to his side and he wrapped his arm around me. I softly traced little shapes onto his chest with my nail.
"You okay Bex?" He said, concern genuinely in his tone.
"Yeah, I'm okay." I said softly, knowing damn well I wasn't. Knowing that right now would be when I was laid in my bed crying because I hate myself.
He pulled me on top of him and he sat up, so I sat on his lap straddling him.
He brushed my hair behind my ears and he looked at me, and my smudged makeup. He put on a smile that didn't look too real.
"What's wrong Bex? Talk to me." He said, as he played with my hair. I didn't know what to say. How do you say you are depressed because you hate yourself?
"I just... I tend to spend my nights alone in my room crying because I don't feel worth anything. It's not because of anything recent but because my ex would tell me on an hourly basis that I was trash and I didn't deserve the life I have, or that I wasn't even pretty enough to be seen in public with him. But here I am, sitting with you, my makeup probably ruined so I look like something out of a circus." I said softly, tears escaping my eyes.
He sighed, "some men think they are the shit and get too cocky then they treat beautiful girls like you like they are worth nothing when they are worth so much. You deserve someone who can treat you amazing and like you are a princess. And the only reason I said we should stay the way we are earlier is because I was afraid I couldn't be that guy. But I wanna try. I really do think you are a beautiful person, even with your makeup smudged on your face, and if you washed it all off right now I still would think you are absolutely breathtaking." He said with a small smile.
I smiled through my tears and I wrapped my arms around him.
"So is that a yes to letting me try to be a good boyfriend?" He mumbled, hugging me back.
"Yes, and I think you will do amazing." I smiled and nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck.
He chuckled a bit and held me closer to his body. I gently tugged at his hoodie, not wanting to get sexual but to feel more of him, if that makes any sense.
He pulled his hoodie off, revealing his shirtless chest. I bit my lip as I gently touched his tattooed skin. He pulled me to lay down with him and he pressed his lips to mine. I gasped, Ive wanted to feel this for so long it's crazy. I kissed him back and his soft lips kissed mine like it was made to be. His hands traveled down my sides and down to my ass. I whimpered softly as he squeezed my ass.
"Fuck" he mumbled under his breath as I rolled my hips on him without realizing it. He pressed our lips back together and his hands traveled into my hoodie and up my skin. He softly squeezed my boobs and I bit his lip softly. I knew we weren't gonna do anything but I kinda wanted to. That's probably still kinda drunk me talking.
When our lips parted he looked at me, a small smile on his face. I got off of being on top of him and I curled up beside him. I gently kept running my nails up and down his lower stomach. He yawned and I looked up and down his body, taking in everything I could see. His light was off and the tv shined a dim light on him.
As I was enjoying my sight I heard his front door open and what sounded like arguing, which I don't deal with well.
"Why do you have to be such an asshole! No wonder mom left you!" A female voice yelled causing Kimetrius to jump and his head turned towards the door. He got up and kissed my forehead, "wait here I'll be right back."
Then he walked out pulling his door shut.
"Yo seriously Kendall! What did he even do? Huh?" I heard Kimetrius yell, which reminded me of when we first met...
"He's just being a fucking asshole! But I know you'll support him because you're a dude and you don't get it!" The girl yelled, who I think is his sister.
"You're being so vague I wouldn't even be able to understand!"
"Kids! Just stop! Seriously I'm not dealing with you two right now, both of you go to your rooms!"
I heard one set of footsteps stop by then another much calmer set come into the room.
"Sorry baby." He said as he groaned climbing into bed. I shivered slightly, having bad thoughts making me thing about my ex. I guess at some point I started crying because Kimetrius sat up and pulled me onto his lap.
"Shh I'm so sorry. It's okay baby." He whispered as he played with my hair. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.
He just held me till I calmed down, then he smiled softly.
"I'm sorry. I really am." He said again. It wasn't his fault, I hate that he thinks it is.
"No no it's okay. You didn't do anything." I said, kissing his cheek. Then Kimetrius's bedroom door opened and his dad I assume stood in the doorway.
"Dad this is Bexley. My girlfriend." I smiled at the sound of being called his girlfriend.
"Well hello Bexley, I'm Michael."
I waved nervously. "I just wanted to say sorry for getting angry with you Kimetrius, it was honestly mostly directed at her."
"I know dad."
He smiled, "You two don't have too much fun."
He left, closing the door behind him.
"I told him you were here." He said softly and I nodded. I wanted him but I didn't know if I was ready.
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I think the next chapter might have smut.
But hey look another chapter, I've been sick so I haven't gone to school for two days.
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