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We shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t care...
The next thing I know, we’re on a bed making out. Whoever’s room this is might find us in here, but I’m too drunk to care. The minute she started grinding against me lit a fire inside me that I didn’t know existed. I didn’t expect her to kiss me when I nibbled on her. I wanted to resist, but it’s hard with her.
We’re making out hungrily, so fucking torrid. She pulls me closer as she wraps her arms around my neck. My hands start roaming over her soft skin. I manage to get under her dress, rubbing her stomach. She seeks entrance, forcing her tongue inside, and man, if that doesn’t turn me on. I move up her stomach and cup her breasts. She suddenly pulls back, causing me to follow her. But she avoids me.
“Wait, we shouldn’t do this,” she says.
“The hell we shouldn’t,” I say, kissing her again. She kisses back with the same passion, but she’s still hesitant.
“Jake, we can’t.”
“Why can’t we?”
She looks at me, amused as she pulls away. “Jake, you’re a legal adult.”
“I know...”
“If we go any further, you’ll get in trouble. I don’t want to get you in trouble,” she says carefully.
Rejection stings.Reasoningstings even more. Because she gave me clarity. I can’t get in too deep with this girl. She cares.I don’t want to get you in trouble. I can’t let her get in too deep, either. I’m a no-good son of a bitch. I consider her hesitancy and realize she’s right.
“You’re right. I wouldn’t have slept with you anyway.”
She whips her head around to me, confused. “You wouldn’t? Why?”
“I’m King Larson, babe. Surely, you didn’t think you’re the only one I would’ve made out with tonight,” I retort.
She frowns. “And yet you chosemeto make out with.”
“Because you’re hot. And you kissedme.” She laughs bitterly and gets up from the bed. “Hey, where are you going?”
“Get out,” she says, pointing to the door.
I’m terrible at pushing people away without being an asshole. But the simple fact that she stopped our make-out and being considerate of me was...attractive. She proved then that she’s too good for me.
“Leia...”
“You need to go. The party’s almost over, anyway. I have to help clean up,” she says, looking at the floor. Great. I get up and walk to the door before she stops me. “What’s this on your arm?” She points at the bruise on my bicep. Suddenly, I tense.
“Uh, I got in a fight. It must’ve left a bruise.”
She doesn’t look convinced, but she opens the door for me as I walk out. Shutting the door behind me, I look back and see brown.
Two Days Later...
The track girls left. The dorm they stayed at is empty. Never in my life did I think I’d feel that same emptiness inside since outside of watching my mom die.
AUGUST
LEIA
Well...here we are, back to school.
I can’t stop thinking about this past summer. The new friends I met. The awesome camp counselors.The guy who can’t seem to leave my mind.
It hurt how he blew up on me like that. Like I was just another girl to him. Then I saw his bruise...the one he claims he got from a fight. I would’ve believed him if he didn’t hesitate.
