I Think I Love Him.

Chapter 8

"Hey, do you have any brown lipstick? I don't feel like going to get mine."

"No, sorry, brown's not really my color."

I walk back to my room to get my lipstick. It's my staple color. Most people don't like the color or think it works on them, but it looks amazing on my fair skin. Beth and I are getting ready to go to a party with Ben and James and one of James friends, Josh.

I decide to wear ripped skinny jeans, a white tank-top, and a men's red windbreaker on top. The outfit is form fitting enough to get looked at, but not sexy enough for people to want to take me home.

Perfect. I hate unwanted attention. I tie the look together by adding hoops and putting my hair in a low bun with two strands taken out in the front to frame my face. I look pretty hot.

Beth is wearing a lingerie top and ripped skinny jeans with a bold red lip. Her goal was to look sexy, and I think she nailed it. I've never been prouder.

We head to the car to meet the guys and they're waiting for us, half-drunk, as per usual. I really don't mind when people drink, but when you do it to where I have to take care of you, I kind of get annoyed. I already know I'm going to have to take care of Ben tonight.

"Wow. You guys look great! Ready to go?"

Josh is really sweet. He opens the car door for me and shuts it after I climb in. James shoots him a look and then sits next to me in the car.

"I'm a little tired, mind if I use you as a pillow?"

You can use me for anything....stop it! He's your FRIEND!!!

"Sure, just don't get drool on my jacket!"

He puts his hat on my head before drifting off for a bit on the way to the party. I put the hat on backwards and look down at him.

Why can't he look this innocent all the time?

He stirs and I look out the window.

"Are we there yet?" He whispers in my ear, way closer than he was a second ago.

I shiver. "Mhmm. Want your hat back?"

"No, it's okay. It looks better on you."

He grabs my hand and leads me to the entrance of the party. This earns some looks from our friends. I don't even care anymore. It feels good. Secure. It's innocent. I like it.

You like him. Just admit it already. It's okay.

I shake my head and keep walking. There's music blasting and it's hard to hear anyone. James turns and whispers to me that he'll be right back. Josh and Ben follow suit.

"So what was that about?"

"What was what about?"

"The holding hands, wearing his hat...are you official now?"

"No! He was just leading me through the crowd. I get lost so easily, he um. Yeah."

"It's okay to admit you like him. It's pretty obvious he likes you too."

I smile at the thought and spot him from across the room. He smiles and winks at me. My stomach flutters a little. He's playing beer pong with the guys when a girl comes up from behind him. I recognize her as Cat Girl. I didn't know she was going to be here. My heart sinks a little. She's sexy. There's no doubt about it. Any guy would pick her sexiness over whatever I bring to the table. They'd be an idiot not to.

"Don't worry about it. Let's go dance. Show Ben and James what they're missing."

I smile and agree with Beth. I came out to have fun, not worry about some guy wanting or not wanting me. I'm dancing and dancing the night away when I hear Despacito come on.

"Where's James?"

"I think he's over there on the couch. Why?"

"I'll be right back!"

I run over to James and yank him off the couch by his hand and drag him into the backyard where the dance floor is. I wave bye to Cat Girl and she scowls. It's obvious she's into him. He's a bit confused, but also intrigued by it all.

"W-what's going on? Not that I don't like you being all forceful, but-"

"Shhh! Listen to the song! Dance with me."

I look him straight in the eyes and bite my lip. He stands still for a moment then grabs my hands in his and starts to dance with me. We start to get really into it and before we know it our noses are inches apart and we're breathing heavily. It's clear we've both become very aware of our position as we freeze in the middle of the dancefloor.

Fuck it. I'm gonna kiss him. He's really drunk and I'm pretty sure I've inhaled enough second-hand smoke to be high off my ass right now because his lips are looking really, really, good.

I look into his eyes and see he's thinking the same thing. His eyes keep darting back and forth from my eyes to my lips.

Do it. Kiss me.

I bite my lip again, enticing him to do it. Everything is moving in slow motion. He's leaning in. His eyes close. Mine do too. I can feel his breath on my mouth.

I need to taste it.

And then we hear police sirens.