The Hog

Chapter 9

Jeremy walks into my room with a smile on his face. Amy Tyson is on my bed reading a book.

"I have the perfect going to Germany gift." He says.

Amy and I exchange worried looks.

"We are going to a college party!"

A boy who looks about 19 looks at me. He licks his lips before taking a few steps towards me. He stops right in front of me. He has an invasive smile. I try and smile back but my cheeks feel too heavy.

"I haven't seen you around." He points out with a raised eyebrow.  I nod. I want to reply that it's because I'm too young to be here but I remember Jeremy telling me to relax so I nod instead. What am I doing at a place like this? What do I know about talking to college boys. I scan the packed room for Jeremy and  Amy but I can't find either of them. The boy and I have been talking- well he has, I just nod or give really short yes or no answers.  While he drones on I've been trying to locate my friends.

I'm not sure what led up to it -I wasn't paying much attention after all- but before I know it, Josh- the boy- leans in and starts kissing me. Deeply.  My first kiss and I don't even know what brought it on. It's nice- well I think it is because for some reason I haven't tried to push this Josh away. 

We break away for a second, breathing heavily.  Josh smiles before kissing me again, this time I respond more confidently. 

Josh goes to get us some drinks and Amy appears immediately in his place.  Her grin is wide.

"You just made out with a college boy!" She squeals.

"Jer isn't going to come with us, his currently tongue tied with some red haired girl. But we can head out, I'll text him." she grabs my hand and we link arms like we always do. Amy Tyson and I have been linking arms like this since I can remember.  " But why do you want to leave? You looked like you were enjoying yourself."

I don't try and reply to her in the house with all the shouting and loud music around us. I wait until we are outside en route to her house. I take a deep breath of the cold night's air then I tell her.

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"What's your story Thomas Greyson? What's with the holes?" I ask as I sit down under a tree- the same tree I left him sleeping under just the other day.

"My story?" He shakes his head as if in thought.  It's dark out in his forest so the only light I have to see him by is the orange glow of the lanterns we brought with us. I'm not too ashamed to admit that he is beautiful in this light. His handsome face looks less intimidating than it sometimes does. Standing there leaning against his shovel he doesn't look like the king of our high school, a total jerk ( though I might be revising that title) and a womaniser.  Right now he just looks fucken hot.

"Er-hem." He clears his throat with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.  I think that means he officially caught me blanked out checking him out.

I'm trying my best not to let my face heat up at the embarrassment.  Thomas places his shovel in front of me and leans against the trees right next to me so our shoulders are just brushing against each other. I hear him sigh deeply.  Not a sad sigh, a content sigh.

"What do you think my story is? What is the first chapter of Thomas Greyson?" He turns his head slightly so he looks directly at me.

I open my mouth to talk, to say how he rules the school like a typical jock and how he is a jerk and how he sleeps around and how he... but I'm stuck. Nothing comes out. I'm sitting there like an idiot trying to say something to this boy but all I can think about is how lovely the blue of his eyes is. When did I become this person? The silence, awaiting my reply, grows but his gaze never faulters.