Kiss me harder

Chapter 2 - Party

As I sit on the worn down leather seat waiting to arrive at my bus stop I listen into the whispers and the secrets being exchanged from the other passengers on the bus, the young couple in front of me were having an argument about how he insensitively forgot her birthday although he insists he was just waiting for the right moment to give her the gift, while a mother and son on my right talk about why it is important not to pick your nose. However the conversation I was really interested was these two elderly who were holding hands sitting just in front of the mother and son talking in soft voices about how she was suffering with a problem with her heart and that he felt like he would not be able to cope in the world without her comforting presence to be by his side every day. The way that there connection was so strong kind of made me envy what they had which was strange as I have never really desired to find someone to love... Probably hormones! 
When I finally arrived at Jemma's she was already waiting for me in her bedroom and she had already selected a few dresses all quite short and showy. She was already dressed as well wearing a tight short strapless black dress ending way above the knee and what looked like 6" high black heels, her long brunette hair was loosely curled and she had already done her makeup. 'Wow, you look great but how come your ready now we have like an hour till the party?' I was not just being nice she did look gorgeous, 'So we have plenty of time to make you look stunning too!!' Not sure whether to take that as I compliment I moved on and began looking at the dresses she has chosen. All of them were nice however I could not see any suiting me so instead I wore my high waisted jeans and a crop top Jemma forced me into (although unhappy with my decision she said I could wear a jacket to cover up) after a long time straightening my hair and doing my makeup we finally left for the party. 
It took awhile to get used to the pounding of the excessively loud music vibrating everything in the house, the sour smell of alcohol everywhere you walked and the worst part the amount of people sucking each other's faces for everyone to see. The host is Ricky Burns who is only popular in our school because of his face, but popular none the less and really rich. He has a house party every other month and over 200 people attend every time I have no idea where his parents are when it all goes on though but by the look of his 3 story mansion whatever they are doing is probably not cheap! 
It is already 8pm and all I had done was watch Jemma drink a lot of vodka while I sipped my coke,
'I'm gonna finnnd R-icky' Jemma slurs smiling as she does so and before I could ask why on earth she would associate with someone as pig headed as him she has already walked away (tripping over twice) into the crowd of masses of people having a good time. Wish I was having a good time, Suddenly a vaguely family voice starts talking beside me 'Why are you sitting down when you could be out in the crowd, twerking?'
As if the night could not have gotten any better when I turned to face whoever it was I was greeted with a huge smirk from the boy who had caught me in the act yesterday. 'Oh, hey' I try not to make eye contact and instead just look at one of the couples making out on a bean bag, 'You don't particularly say much', 
'Sorry', 
'My names Jacob Wood but my friends usually just call me by my second name' he says, I nod awkwardly trying to make it obvious I just want him to go away but he carries on 'I usually don't come to these things because they are so loud but my friends the host so I have to come to his parties, I kind of glad now' he looks at me as he says the last line and I feel myself going a little pink, 
'I'm Lucy I don't usually come to these types of things either but my friend Jem-' before I can finish I am cut off by the girl herself who looked like she had been drinking a bit more an her makeup was smudged 'HEY GIIRRLLLLLL HAVE A D-DRINK' she plonks herself on my lap and shoves her cup into my mouth giggling as she does so. I have no idea what it is but drink a bit anyway... Then a bit more... Then a bit more. After drinking about 2 cups of whatever Jemma had I feel 10x more awake and like I could do anything! Even though the room was slightly swaying and everything sounded funny.
'YOU KNOWWW WHAT! IMMA GONNA KISSSS YOU' I point at Wood who surprisingly does not mind my atrocious slurring but instead bites his lip and gives me a cheeky look in his eyes. I manage to make my way onto his lap and before I know it his soft lips are on mine and his hands are resting on my back, the way our tongues dance in each other's mouths makes the entire world seem to stop and even when his hands go to touch my breast I don't even stop him, it felt great.... Until I became sober the next day.......