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Sophie's POV

"This game just keeps getting better and better." Noah claps his hands together.

He spins the bottle, everybody is basically at the edge of their seats at this point.

The first spin lands on Drew.

Of course.

The next spin has everybody biting their nails.

It landed on me.

Fucking me.

I force my eyes shut and walk towards the closest.

Drew squeezes in next to me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He smells like mint and Old Spice. The perfect mixture.

The door closed.

"What did you do in that closet?" He straight up asks.

"Nothing, Drew. All we did was talk." I blankly tell him.

"Bullshit." He muttered.

"I'm serious! Why do you always get so mad whenever I'm with another guy? Is it like a jealousy thing? You're not suppose to be jealous of your best friend's boyfriend's or crushes." I pout at him.

"So you have a crush on Noah?! And don't pout at me." He almost yelled.

"No, you're being crazy. Calm down." I grab his hand.

"I'm not-." I cut him off by pushing him to the ground.

"What did you do with her?" I ask, hoping he won't answer the question.

"Well." He said with a smirk in his voice.

"Drew!" I whisper yell while getting into his lap.

"We just talked and she tried to force herself onto me but I told her that you were my girlfriend." He said unsure of the last part.

"Oh." I look down at how I'm sitting in his lap.

He placed his hand on my cheek and removed the hair in front of my face. He used his other hand to bring my body closer to his.

"Are you mad at me?" He asks, placing one hand on my back and the other on my thigh.

"N-No." I stutter.

For some reason, my heart is beating rapidly and I'm nervous all of a sudden.

"Then why'd you do that back there?" He asks mentioning what I did with wanting to play another round of this game.

"I-." I start but his finger trails up and down my thigh making me weak and leaving me breathless.

He places both hands on my thighs and moves them up until they reach my small waist. He draws circles with his thumbs around my waist.

"Hmm?" He waits for my answer.

"I don't know." I lie, not wanting to admit my jealousy.

He moves his head to my neck. I feel his breathing on my neck as he kisses my bare skin, making me shiver.

I feel a sucking on my neck as if there was a leech there. I let a soft moan out as he sucks on my sweet spot.

I feel him harden underneath me after I moaned.

"That's to let him know you're mine." He kisses the mark he just left.

"Drew." I speak out, finding my voice.

He leaves a trail of kisses up my neck and moves one hand so that it's back on my thigh.

He fixes my legs so that I'm no longer straddling him.

I shift above him and he lets out a small yelp.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you." I apologize, burying my face into his neck.

"Don't shift like that again. Please." He begs.

I can hear the lust in his voice.

"Did it hurt?" I shift again on accident.

"Fuck." He moaned.

He then grabbed me and pinned me down against the floor so that he was now on top.

"Hi." Is all I manage to say to him.

He leaned in closely so that our lips touched. I hoped he was about to kiss me. I didn't want to assume.

He put his lips onto mine and kissed me with so much love and passion. It felt real. It felt like all of my 9th grade wishes and dreams had come true.

"I'm sorry." Is all he could say after he pulled away.

"I-." Before I could answer the door was flung open.

"Times up." Noah cheerfully said.

Drew got up and walked out and so did I.

I hope he's not mad at me. I didn't even get the chance to tell him that I enjoyed it. I enjoyed every moment in that closet.

All I know is that, that moment will be a moment we'll never get to talk about again. Every two years this happens. In 7th grade, we kissed. In 9th grade, we kissed. It's now 11th grade and we have kissed yet again.

Are we going to kiss again in our first year of college?

This seems to be an ongoing pattern.

Josh walks in, late as usual, with all of the alcohol and sodas.

Drew sits down on the lazyboy. I see sadness in his eyes but I don't bother him because people are around. This is a private matter.

Guess it'll have to wait for tonight when he drives me off.

If he drives me home.