fling (a jack gilinsky fanfic)

late nights

*BRACE YOURSELF THERE IS SLIGHT LANGUAGE AND RACY BITS*

{LAUREN'S POV}
I slowly walked down the stairs in my 5 inch stilettos, grasping the railing praying that I could keep myself standing steady. My brunette, naturally wavy hair was was straightened, hanging down to around my mid back. I had on a slimming black dress that I always thought exaggerated my female features making sure to show my every curve. My lips sealed with red lipstick. My little apartment was dark and silent, considering the fact that it was about 11. I picked up my keys and walked out of my home, locking the door.
I just realized how sad it is that I, a 17 year old girl, is taking herself to a party that is for sure filled with a gangs of both douchey jocks, random sluts, all over one another sucking each others faces.
I drove down the road, hearing some kind of map app on my phone telling me where to go.
Okay... 6858 Hillrise Lane.
I already can see 2 people outside on top of one another. I shook my head in disgust and stepped out of my car, almost breaking an ankle because in my head I wasn't wearing 10 feet tall heels. I rebounded quickly, observing my surroundings quickly assuring to myself no one saw me.
"Careful..." the raspy, young voice said.
I quickly whipped my head to face the direction I heard the voice coming from to see a dark haired, tall boy looking at me with a subtle yet very sarcastic smirk wiping across his perfectly structured face.
"Before you respond, I don't want to hear "beauty comes with a price" or "beauty is pain" because that would ruin my opinion on you, which is currently very good." he said confidently.
I rolled my eyes, knowing his comment was purely out of either teen boy hormones or to many drinks.
"Mr. Gilinsky, haven't associated myself with you or your posse for awhile."
I replied to his comment just as confidently as he said it to me seconds earlier.
"Miss. Alder, haven't looked at you for a while.."
His eyes were deep chocolate brown, slowly putting me under his spell.
"Since when has a guy like you gave a shit about a girl like me?" I muttered it out this time.
"Since a guy like me laid eyes on you..."
I think he knew his sweet charm was slowly enchanting me, because he kept on going with the comments.
"I haven't seen a girl that looked that postured yet so sexy at the same time. I mean, I never really noticed how perfect your body is at all... and it's defiantly not just your body, it's also you way that you just talked to me... Damn I feel starstruck.."
"Jack tell me what the hell you want."
I was still standing outside, but I was now leaned up against the side of my car.
"I want to kiss you."
"What's holding you back?"
"I was waiting for permission.."
I watched as his slim, yet muscular body crept closer and closer to me. I wondered why he was doing this. There was plenty of other very beautiful girls here, most of them being open having random make out sessions. I was, you could say, not most people's type. I always was harshly sarcastic and usually not into the whole idea of throwing yourself into a boys arms just so they could break you. I was waiting for a guy that was almost the exact opposite of Jack, considering usually people like him usually disgusted me. Feelings rushed through my head, not knowing if I should walk away or let his lips take he into a trance. Moments later, I felt his soft lips come onto mine. I froze, making a complete fool of myself. He continued kissing me, and eventually my body caught up with my mind and kissed back.
What the hell am I doing? This isn't me!! This isn't him! Why is he doing this?
For some reason, I could not pull away. My body was locked to his, desperately continuing this impulsive act. Minutes later, I snapped back into reality. I looked into his eyes. His eyes were hiding something.
"I don't know why I just did that." I muttered out.
"Do you regret it?"