English Love Affair

Chapter One

Started on a weekend in May...

•Michael•

May 9, 2014

I walked into the American pub, not really caring that I was underage here. "Give me a shot!" I yelled across the bar to the middle aged man behind the counter. Seconds later I had downed three shots, asking for two more to please be on their way. I needed to release the tension that had been balled up inside of my body for about a month now and this had been the only time I had free. As I finished the last two shots, I asked for the strongest thing they had, which was handed to me right away. Good service, I noted. I turned around, facing the dancing, sweaty bodies and leaned my elbows on the counter, relaxing back. My eyes scanned the surprisingly thin crowd, my eyes catching on a girl who was was wearing black skinny jeans, a bright red tank top and a leather jacket. She had a beer in her hand and she was laughing hysterically at whatever was just said to her. Her gorgeous red hair flowed down her back, coming to her bum. Her beautiful face had snakebites and an eyebrow piercing, something I found fucking attractive. I watched in awe as she swayed her body carelessly, her thick curves moving perfect with the beat of the drums of the band. I gulped the last drop of the alcohol down, setting it down onto the counter, fixing my own leather jacket and walking towards the red headed girl.

"Hey, gorgeous. What are you doing here all by your lonesome?" I whispered, pulling her hips into mine, her bum fitting into my lap perfectly as she started grinding on me. "I'm here to get pissed and have a good time." She smirked back at me. I groaned as she wrapped her free hand around my neck, pulling me closer and playing with the hairs at the bottom of my neck. "Oh, baby," I moaned into her ear, grabbing her hips and guiding her in her dancing against me.

•Chery•

I fixed my jacket and took another gulp of my beer as I watched a very attractive bright red headed boy come my way. He had an eyebrow piercing and a leather jacket, along with black skinny jeans, ripped at that, my favourite! I continue dancing, not caring if anyone was staring, I wasn't pissed yet, unfortunately, but I just didn't give a fuck what people thought about me. I'm a carefree little badass nugget! Quicker than I thought it would happen, the attractive male was soon behind me, his thick hands grabbing at my waist and pulling my body towards him to grind on him. "Hey, gorgeous. What are you doing here all by you lonesome?" I smirked, already ready to drag him to one of the back rooms, lock the door and mess his perfect red hair up. And fuck, that accent could make me-never mind. My mind raced with thoughts of what I could do to him, my mouth absentmindedly answering with, "I'm here to get pissed and have a good time." I wrapped my hand around his neck, my fingers moving to play with the stray hairs on the bottom of his neck, pulling him closer. "Oh, baby," he moaned into my ear, making me groan in response as he grabbed my hips and helped me dance against his body. "Well, shit," I said, throwing my empty beer bottle to the side, laughing as I heard it shatter into a thousand pieces. "Michael. My names Michael Clifford," he spoke, his warm breath trailing down my neck and making me shiver, his hands trailing up my sides, goosebumps popping up on my arms and legs. It was like we were the only two in the club...I leaned my head back on his shoulder, basically moaning my name into his ear. "Chery. Chery Shea,"

•Michael•

"Chery. Chery Shea," she moaned into my ear, causing my grip on her to tighten, her shirt bunching up in my fist. "Fuck, Chery. You wanna head to my place?"

"Shit, yes!" She moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck and quickly walking out with me. Thank god we weren't drunk, especially me because I wanted to remember this beautiful creature named Chery Shea in the morning. And every other fucking morning. I smiled over at her as her violet like eyes twinkled from all the lights. She smiled and high-fived some random girl as we walked out, looking over at me when she was done. "What are you looking at?" She giggled. "Nothing," I smiled, holding the door open for my lovely lady of the night.

•Chery•

Holy asldifj. We're going to his house. To fuck, probably. Score! He's so hot! I can't even wrap my brain around this...he's so beautiful! And those pink, full lips, I just. Wow. I need to kiss him. Now. I stopped walking, making him stop. "What's wrong?" I shrugged.

"Nothing. Just kiss me," and he did. Our lips tangled together perfectly, his hands on my waist pulling me closer as our tongues met and he pulled away. The fuck?

"We better get in an enclose place first, love," he winked. Oh...