Insatiable

Fourteen

To say Thanksgiving went swimmingly would be a total lie. My grandparents now think both Isaac and I are spawns of the devil and mom and dad are still laughing at the whole encounter. I didn't text Shawn for any more of the break but I missed him. I didn't tell anyone this though because Isaac and I are just starting to get along again. We spent most of the weekend just talking as a family and it was very peaceful but it had to come to an end at some point. That's why I am waiting in the truck to head to school in ripped black skinny jeans, chunky heeled boots, a cropped white Arctic Monkeys tee and a red and black flannel tied around my waist. My hair is tied up in a messy bun with locks falling around my face and deep red lipstick coats my lips. My ray ban sunglasses tie it all together on my head.

"Haley, please tell me you aren't wearing that," Isaac begs as he climbs into the truck.

"Why?"

"You are dressing like him." He deadpans.

"I thought I looked cute." I pout. He is quiet the rest of the ride and I bounce into the school with a spring in my step.

"You look different," Camila comments with a smile. My best friend is sporting white jeans and a black skin-tight tee. Leave it to her to pull off white jeans.

"Thanks. I felt badass." I grin. Brett passes us in the hall and throws me a look of disgust but I have focused on Shawn a few feet away who is shamelessly checking me out. I pretend to not notice.

"He is checking you out. Go talk to him!" She urges.

"I can't. Someone will see." I sigh. She doesn't take that answer though and shoves me towards him. 

"So... I'm guessing Camila knows?" He laughs.

"Yeah." I blush.

"Who else?"

"Just Isaac and Camila. And my parents and grandparents but that doesn't matter." I shrug.

"Wanna walk with me or are you afraid someone will see?" He offers.

"I'll walk with you." I smile. We walk side by side down an empty hallway. It's too early for everyone to be heading to class so we can be alone without worry. Once we are at the end of the hallway, he does something unexpected. I find myself pinned to the lockers between his body and the doors. His lips devour mine and I am intoxicated by his scent. He gets me high. My hands card through his hair instinctively and I pull him closer. His tongue slips past my lips and grazes the roof of my mouth and I moan at the feeling. Shawn's body traps mine and his leg splits mine. I bite at his bottom lip and suck on it until it's swollen. He groans into my mouth when I nibble on his tongue.

"Shawn, buddy, let her breathe." An Irish accent floats through the air and Shawn grins on my lips.

"Sorry. Couldn't help myself." He whispers to me.

"I'm Niall. And you are the girl Shawn can't stop talking about." The blonde introduces. I shake his pale hand with uncertainty. I can't be seen with these punks.

"Oh, good. You found him. I thought we were gonna have to put a tracker on him." Shawn's other friend Dylan laughs. 

"I'm Dylan. Don't worry, we won't tell all of your friends about this. Shawn said you were already good at driving Jasper. He never lets us drive her. You must be special." The dark haired boy laughs again.

"She was fun to drive," I admit.

"Ah! She speaks!" Niall cheers and I giggle. The sight around me is something else. Shawn is wearing tight black jeans, a maroon tee shirt, and his signature leather jacket. Niall has on dark wash jeans with chains on the belt loop and a Ramones tee shirt and Dylan is wearing dark jeans and a navy blue shirt with holes all in it to expose his tattoos. They are all wearing dirty worn vans and I am talking to all of them.