Euphoria (ON HOLD)

Ch-4: Kisses and Fake Boyfriends

THE BAD BOY WAS BACK 

"He's back..."

"Amaras back"

The whispers were heard everywhere in school. Every head turned in his direction, as though they were the poles of a magnet, attracting each other. 

He was still the same. Same forest green eyes that seemed to burn me to the core, the same sharp jaws, and cheekbones, the same soft brunette hair one would want to play with forever and never get bored. 

He sat with us for the rest of the day. I could feel him stealing glances my way, but I kept my eyes trained on whatever was in front of me to prevent the attack of butterflies I got every time I looked at him. 

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I and Amber decided to head over to my house. The frat house was throwing a party and we decided to change at my house. I shouted a goodbye at Bryan and completely ignored Amara. Gosh, that was harder than I thought. 

I wore my distressed, denim shorts with a red crop top and knee-high boots. Amber decided on wearing a white one-piece that stuck to her like a second skin. 

We walked over to the frat house and were greeted with "stop, Baby don't stop...", blasting on the speakers. I love that song. Taeyong ( the redhead) looks... delicious. (A/N: My dirty, dirty brain!! *smirks*)

The strong smell of alcohol and weed, filled the room. High school parties basically give an excuse to under-aged students to do all the shit they can think of.  

"Holy piece of shit! Watch where you're going! ", Amber screamed, as a glass of vodka spilled all over her dress. She let out a frustrated sigh and rushed off to the bathroom. 

I grabbed a glass of punch from the service counter and drank it in a gulp. Throwing the cup into the nearest trash can, I made my way to find Amber. That was definitely easier said than done. There were couples making out on most of the couches and against the walls. Definitely gross! I mean, get a room!!! 

I shoved past a group of drunk guys who were laughing their heads off. I checked the washroom next to the kitchen and came face to face with the queen-bee, Cheryl. She looked at me with disgust. 

"Oh look, its Euphoria" Cheryl sneered. 

Her group of phony friends cackled along with her. They really need to get themselves diagnosed at the ENT. 

"What do you want Cheryl?", I asked her, in a cold voice. I really hate the shit she does. 

"Is Euphoria angry?", she mocked me. "How can someone named Euphoria be angry?". She laughed at her own joke as though it was the funniest thing on this planet.  I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her.

"Go fuck someone else's brain Cheryl,"  I replied.

She let out a vicious glare in my direction. If looks could kill, I'd be 6ft under right now. 

"Who'd you come with? , Cheryl asked.

"Umm... Amber...", I replied. I didn't understand this sudden change of topic. 

"Obviously! I mean no ones even interested to talk to you"

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Bitch, what do you think you're doing right now?", hatred rolling off of me in waves. 

She ignored my retort and continued on, "Please Euphoria! It's not a secret that you're not interesting enough to have a boyfriend."

I then realized that the entire room had stopped talking, everyone's attention on us. 

I faked an air of confidence, and said, "I do have a Boyfriend. Not my fault your not on top of the gossip ladder."

Cheryl raised an eyebrow in challenge, "Really! Who is it? I'm sure everyone wants to know."

I suddenly felt an arm snake around my waist. I turned around and came face to face with the Amara Wilson. 

He lowered his face to mine, "Hey babe, you look beautiful."

A chill traveled up my spine and goosebumps erupted all over my skin. His warm breath brushed my neck. 

Cheryl looked at him with disapproval. To make it look more passable, I slipped my hand into his. A warm tingly feeling traveled through my body. 

Amara looked down at our hands and gave me a warm smile. 

Cheryl looked down at our hands, her eyes widening. In the literal sense, she looked like the reincarnation of anger. 

"Your standards have reduced Amara.", Cheryl said, her voice laced with disgust.

"Say that one more time Cheryl, and I swear to God you won't live to see tomorrow!", he shouted at her. Cheryl glared at him. 

I felt my heart flutter at his words. Damn boys and the way they talk. 

"Well, if she is your girlfriend you wouldn't mind kissing her, would you?", Cheryl asked her eyes sparkling with challenge. 

I felt fear course through me. I waited for the moment when Amara would finally admit that I wasn't his girlfriend. My heart beat at a fast pace, ready to be embarrassed. 

However, my thoughts were interrupted by Amaras lips crashing onto mine. He sucked on my bottom lip, urging me to let him enter. His soft lips moved in sync with mine. I bit his lips softly, and my hands on their own accord, tangled into his hair. 

A low groan traveled through his body, sending electricity coursing through mine. He pulled me closer to him while tugging at my waist. 

He bit my bottom lip gently and pulled away, a smile on his face. 

The entire student body erupted into cheers and hollers, while Cheryl stomped off. 

A small smile erupted on my face. My head was still reeling from the kiss! 

I just kissed him! 

And Amara-freaking-Wilson kissed me back!!

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A/N

Another chapter!!! 

YEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! ITS ANOTHER CHAPTER!!!! 

Ok, just so you know, that was the first time I ever wrote a kissing scene. I would appreciate your feedback...

Thanks for everything! 

Love, 

Dew ;)