Peytons pov
"Peyton no! That's my best friend! No way in hell is that happening!" Jake yells at me. "Last time I checked you just made out with her best friend." Chelsea exclaims."I don't care. Peyton you're not doing it!" I laugh and grabs Bens arm. I drag him into the closet and hear lost of 'Ohhhs'.
"Taking lead tonight are you Pey?" He smirks. I roll my eyes. "We're not kisssing, we're just pretending." Ben groans. "Its a dare you have to do it." I shake my head. "They won't know."
He smirks "What if I tell them?" I groan. "I'll do anything for you to not tell." He smirks again. "Kiss me." I gag. "Eww no gross."
We argue for a minute until I give up and pull him by his neck. Our lips touch and something shoots through me. His hands hold my back and his tongue enters my mouth.
Things escalate quickly and my legs are wrapped around his waist. Then the door opens. I don't want to end it but I pull away and we both whimper. "Woah." Chelsea says.
Ben puts me down and I fix my hair. "Don't." I tell Chelsea and walk out. Olivia is now sitting on my brothers lap. I roll my eyes and walk upstairs. I walk into the kitchen and grab a drink.
I throw it down. I look out the window and tap my foot. I feel someone's eyes on me so I turn around. I look him in the eye and quickly look back out the window. "Let's not talk about it."
"Pretend it never happened." He says. I nod and for some reason a pang of hurt hits me. I shake it off and turn around and see his gone. "Thank god" I sigh. I walk out of the kitchen and check the time.
11:56 lets get outta here. Chelsea and Olivia walk upstairs. "Ready?" I nod and we walk out the door. Olivia sits in the back so I sit in the passenger seat.
"We gonna talk about that or what?" Chelsea smiles. "Please don't." I sigh.
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I check my phone. 2:30 am and I still can't sleep. I turn on my lamp and walk out of my room. I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. I grab a glass from the cupboard and the milk from the fridge.
I pour some milk into the cup and put the milk away. I take a drink. I hear footsteps so my head snaps towards the stairs. Aspen walks over. "Hey." She exclaims. "Hi." I say.
I put my cup in the sink. Aspen sits on the counter. "What are you doing up?" I ask her. "Can't sleep. You?" I nod. "Same." I mumble.
"What happened at the party?" She questions. I frown at her. What could she possibly know?
"Normal party stuff. Why?""Jake and Ben were arguing when they got home." My eyes widen. "Bens here?!" I whisper yell. "His literally always here. What happened between you two? Did you finally kiss?!"
"Finally?" She nods. "Olivia, Chelsea and I talk about it all the time!" She laughs. "When?!" I exclaim. "Whenever you leave the room, sometimes we Snapchat about it." She laughs.
I groan. "You Guys Are annoying. We got dared to makeout in a closet and I wasn't going to do it until Jake said I wasn't allowed to. So then I wanted to because he told me not to. Then I took him into the closet and he wanted me to kiss him and then we were arguing so I just did it." I shrug.
"You liked it didn't you!" She squeals. "Shhh!"
"Oh my gosh!" I groan. "Let's just go back to bed before someone wakes up." She nods. We walk upstairs. "Goodnight" She says as we walk opposite ways. "Night."-
It's now lunchtime the next day. The ride to school with Jake and Ben was more then awkward this morning. Ben and I didn't fight like we usually do and Jake was just quite the whole time.
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Teen FictionPeyton James is your average 17 year old. She wouldn't be classed as "popular" at school but she also isn't "unpopular". She gets average grades at school. She's captain of the girls soccer team. Peyton has an ugly past that she is trying to leave b...