Sunshiny Things (Original)

Ch. 23 Distraction

Cole

Sophie pushes me back on her bed, before her lips come crashing down onto mine in a rush just like before. I can taste the desperation on her tongue as it darts into my mouth. I almost gag at the force, but I don't care. I need a distraction right now just like last night. Or this morning. I'm still not really sure. All I know, is I need to get that little vixen out of my head.

    Sophie's knees plant on either side of my waist as she straddles me and runs her cold hangs along my chiseled torso that's being covered up by the black fabric of my t-shirt. Her long nails scratch me in process and I bite her bottom lip which only causes her to giggle. Her annoying, screeching giggle. Her fingers go to the hem of my shirt, gliding it up my body and over my head before throwing it to the floor. I grab Sophie's waist and quickly switch out positions so I'm now hovering over he before settling my knees between her legs. I don't hesitate putting my lips on hers again, and my mind doesn't hesitate allowing my thoughts to come flooding back in my head as well. Freya doesn't know anything about me. How dare she run her mouth at me like she had the right. How dare she embarrass me in front of everyone like she's the victim. And how dare she be touching Dace. Touching! The imagine of what looked like Freya and Dace holding hands in the schools parking today lot invades my memory. But that's not the thing that angers me. The part that angers me is the fact that I care.

    Sophie breaks her lips away from mine, and I stare down at her with hateful anger and confusion radiating through my pupils.

    "Do you like me?" She asks. I feel the laugh rise up in my throat but I try my best to not let it escape. Really? She has to ask me now. I want to say, "No, of course I don't like you. You're just another meaningless fuck, that's all". But instead I choose the not say anything option, and connect my lips with hers again before she can say anymore shit. Luckily it works, and her hands move to my back but I quickly stop her from touching me by pinning her hands above her head demanding dominance. She complies with me and keeps her hands there, allowing me to pull off her shirt, revealing her lace, hot pink bra to deepen the distraction. That's all that this is, a distraction away from the thing that haunts my brain.

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Freya

"I promise I'll make it this time."

    "Freya, you've said that the last four time. And I really don't want anymore sour patch kids to go down my shirt." I pout at Dace from the other side of the couch as I sit facing him with big pleading eyes and a quivering bottom lip. Dace laughs at me and shakes his head, but I perk up and grab another sour patch kid as Dace reopens his mouth. I scoot my bottom a little, as I readjust myself in my crisscross sitting position as I prepare for take off. My left eye squints and I raise up the sour patch kid, throwing it and landing it directly in Daces open mouth. Dace looks at me surprised, but I just throw my arms up in victory and cheer at my achievement.

    "Yes, I told you I'd make it," I cheer before sticking my tongue out at Dace. Dace laughs at my reaction and does a little head nod.

    "You know what they say, fifth times a charm," Dace mocks as he chews the sour patch kid that I victoriously implanted in his mouth.

    I asked Dace if he wanted to come over tonight once he dropped me off at the bus stop earlier today. Of course he obliged and to be honest, I'm actually really glad he did. I was really nervous at first. But I quickly eased into it once I learned that we both had an obsession with The Office and sour patch kids.

    I grab the yellow throw pillow next to me, and throw it at Dace to punish his mockery. But I'm only granted with him catching it before it could hit his face. I pout at my failed attempt, and Daces gives me a pesky smirk.