by D. K Lake
Mitchel continues to block the door and I end up smacking his chest out of frustration.
"Move!" I yell but he shakes his head while dodging my smack attack so he doesn't get hit in the face.
"Get out of my way or I'll scream."
"Go ahead if it makes you feel any better."
"Just move!"
"No." he laughs.
He actually laughs and I swear I'm close to losing it.
I go to hit him again but he quickly grabs both my wrists and turns me around so fast the room starts to spin. He hugs me in a backward bear hug, pinning my arms to my chest so I can't hit him anymore or move.
"Get off of me." I growl.
"Not until you calm down."
"Why'd you do it?"
"I already told you, I'm competitive with JT, I can't help it. He talked me into it and I went along with it. I thought he'd pull out first 'cause he really can't stand Amber."
"No. Why did you put your arm around her?"
"What?" Mitchel's grip loosens a little and I manage to pull away from him and I spin around and get ready to push him off but he doesn't move and just stares at me confused.
"Why did you let Phoebe snuggle up to you during truth or dare...I get why you did it afterward but why before?"
"'Cause you were letting Stephen put his hands all over you."
"I wasn't letting him do anything. His hands like to wander."
"I should fucking cut them off." he growls.
"So you were jealous and you were trying to make me jealous?"
"I think we've established I'm always jealous when it comes to you."
"Why though? We hardly know each other."
All of a sudden a few more snippets from last night come back to me.
"Vegas." I whisper.
"Yes, Vegas. The first time I saw you."
He gets in front of me and I put my arms up defensively, ready to push him away in case he tries to bear hug me again.
He watches me and I can't help but watch him back, wondering what his next move is. I know as soon as he moves, I'm out the door, bag or no bag. He confuses me when he gets too close to me. I'm still trying to figure out if he's telling the truth about the whole truth or dare thing.
He edges forward and I flinch back a step. I eye the door and he smirks at me which makes me even more determined.
I bolt for the door but he grabs me and lifts me over his shoulder like a fireman, and I curse and yell at him as he carries me back to the bed where he drops me and before I have a chance to climb off he is wrestling with me to pin me down.
He's not rough or violent. I somehow know he won't hurt me. He pins my wrists above my head and straddles my waist where he puts just enough pressure on me to hold me down.
"Get off." I say firmly but my voice breaks into a laugh.
"That didn't sound very convincing." he says with a playful chuckle.
"Get. Off." I say, watching his eyes as they watch my lips move.
"No."
"No?"
"I'm not moving." he says and leans closer to me.
I feel paralyzed under his stare. His blue eyes search mine as he leans closer to me, trying to gauge my reaction as he closes the distance between us.
"What are you doing?" I whisper against his lips as they hover above mine.
"Something I've wanted to do all night."
"Well, you can't. I don't want your lips anywhere near me."
He smiles at me and just when I think he's going to kiss me he ducks down and kisses my neck, pressing delicate kisses against my skin.
I squirm a little under his touch. I don't like being pinned down while he's doing this to me. All I want to do is kiss him and touch him...as bad as that sounds. My heartbeat speeds up, my chest rising and falling under him and I make a little noise as he kisses my jaw. He lets go of my wrists and places one hand on the bed to hold himself up and the other he runs down my face and cups my cheek. I can't wait anymore and reach for his lips. He moves from my jaw to my lips and I press my lips to his first.
This is not what I had in mind, but I'd rather be kissing him than fighting with him. He kisses me back and my hands find their way to his waist and slip under his sweatshirt and over his toned stomach.
I feel the tip of his tongue as it snakes out to meet mine and I kiss him back with the same amount of hunger. He moans against my lips and it does things to me, down there. I feel a pulsing between my legs.
I've never felt anything like it before and it makes me want him even more. I grab onto his sweatshirt and tug it up. I want it off. I want to be able to feel him without all the material on. He quickly breaks the kiss to reach up and pull his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head in one swift movement, then his mouth crashes against mine again and he presses me into the bed. He slides down my body and pushes my legs apart with his knee and I open them for him and he settles between my legs and we continue kissing.
I can feel him pressing against me and I buck my hips off the bed and push myself against him, not sure where this is going, but I seem to have lost all self-control.
His hand slides under my t-shirt and my tummy flutters as he runs his hand over my skin. He gently tugs my bra down, freeing my breasts as he smooths his hand over one of them and rubs his thumb over my hardened nipple. I've never been so turned on before.
But my brain kicks my vagina into gear and tells it no and I finally find some willpower.
"No...stop. Stop! We can't do this."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Not so long ago you were kissing Phoebe, and doing other stuff with her."
"I only kissed her." Ugh.
"Like you're only kissing me right now?"
"No. This is different, and you know it is."
"How so?
"'Cause I want you. I didn't want her."
"I suppose you didn't want all the other girls either....you know, the ones you couldn't count because there are so many, remember truth or dare?"
I sort my bra out and cover myself again, but Mitchel is still between my legs, trapping me on the bed.
"It's not the same. This isn't like that. You're not like that."
"Like what? Throwing myself at you, letting you touch me. No, I'm not normally like this but you mess with my head and I don't know what I'm doing. But I know one thing for sure and that is I don't want to be another girl on your list of one-night-stands."
Mitchel moves off of me and kneels on the bed, staring at me.
"It was just sex with the other girls...this is different. What you and I have is different."
"Why? Because I'm not easy? I won't put out on a first date? I don't wear face paint or parade around the school like some queen bitch?"
"No, I actually like you, and I know you like me too."
"I did like you before you started making out with Phoebe."
"So you didn't like me kissing you just then...touching you?"
"No."
"Liar."
"You're one to talk. It was you that messaged Phoebe, and you tried to blame it on JT?"
"No, that was still all JT. He wanted me in the game and went behind my back and did that."
"So why did he tell me he didn't, huh?"
Mitchel runs his hands down his face.
"Kelsey, please, just believe me."
I shake my head and try to climb off the bed.
"I always wanted you, right from the start. And you're not leaving here until you believe me." he pleads, grabbing my hand and stopping me.
"Alright. I believe you, can I please leave now? I want to go home."
And cry myself to sleep. And hide under a pillow.
"Fine." He lets go of me and climbs off the bed, and picks up my bag and roller skates.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"If you're leaving then I'm coming with you. I know there's no one at your house because you told me last night, so we either stay here for the rest of the night or we stay at yours, but I'm not h
aving you walk home or roller skate home on your own. I'll drive you."
I cross my arms. "I'll lock you out." I say, meaning it. I think I mean it.
"I'm good with locks." he smirks.
"I bet you are."
"Just stay here. If you still hate me in the morning I'll let you leave, ok?"
"I don't hate you." I mumble.
"What was that?"
"I said I don't hate you." I snap.
"Well, good, it usually helps in a relationship if we both don't hate each other."
"We're not in a relationship." I say and he gives me a sly smile. "What?"
"You might want to check your Facebook. I accepted your friend request and you changed your relationship status to make it official."
I reach for my phone and load Facebook up, then I glare at Mitchel.
I was in a relationship with Mitchel. I had even changed my profile picture to one of Boston and me doing the peace symbol that I have no memory of taking last night. I hardly recognize myself, but it looks like I'm having fun.
"You have two choices." he says.
"Only two?"
"Stay here and let me make it up to you and show you how sorry I am...and show you how good we are together. Or you can leave, go home, and spend the rest of the weekend pining after me."
I laugh but it's more of a snort and I cover my mouth.
Mitchel laughs and adds, "Bear in mind, if you do decide to leave I may be coming with you."
I look at him for a minute and he gives me this cocky grin like he knows he's won. And I know he's being serious. Either way, we're spending the weekend together.
"I don't know."
"How about you sleep on it and decide in the morning?"
I glance at the bed. I know going back to bed with Mitchel when we're both in this kind of mood is a bad idea.
"Fine, but you have to stay on your side of the bed and you can't keep kissing me."
"And why not?"
"I think you know why? I can't think straight when you start kissing me."
"What you're asking is near to impossible. How can you expect me not to want to kiss you when you look like that in my t-shirt?"
"Well, you need to try or you can sleep on the couch."
"Kicking me out of my own bed?" he jokes. "Can I at least get a cuddle?"
"No." I think about it. "Ok, yes, but you have to behave."
Mitchel laughs. "This coming from the girl that tried to tear my clothes off of me last night."
"Stop." I start laughing as well. "I'm so embarrassed." I cover my face.
"Don't be. We all do silly stuff when we're drunk." he says softly, removing my hands from my face.
"Yes, but I do a lot of silly stuff when I'm a drunk. A lot."
"Good job I was around to stop you doing anything permanent or dangerous, then." He takes my face in his hands. "Now, please come back to bed."
I smile and he kisses my forehead. I walk over to the bed and crawl across to the other side and watch Mitchel as he removes his shoes, jeans, and lifts the covers up and crawls in next to me in only his boxers.
"Seriously? You're not going to put on any shorts or PJs or something?"
"I get overheated in too many clothes." he tells me and flicks the lamp off next to the bed.
I snuggle down and lay still for a while. My eyes already feel heavy and I know I'll be asleep in a minute.
"Can I get that cuddle now?" Mitchel asks.
"One cuddle. If you touch my boobs I'm screaming." I say quietly.
"You know, the last people that lived here, their kid played the drums and this room is soundproofed."
"Liar." I say as he slides his arm around my waist, pulling me closer until my back is flush against him.
"Wanna test it out? Give me five minutes and I'll have you screaming my name."
"No." I laugh.
Mitchel chuckles and his breath tickles my neck. He presses a kiss to the back of my neck and whispers, "Night, Blue."
I want to ask why he called me 'blue' but I'm so sleepy I soon forget about it and drift off.
39
I wake up to an alarm going off and it isn't a wake-up alarm. I sit up, rubbing my eyes.
"Wh-what is that noise?" I groan.
Mitchel is still asleep with one of his legs hooked over mine and his arm is still draped over my waist.
"Mitchel!" I shake him.
My head feels as though it's been chucked in a blender and put back together. Never drinking again.
"Mitchel, what is that?"
Mitchel grumbles and rolls over. Seriously, how can he sleep through this noise? I climb over him and try to walk to the door but stumble and trip over my skates. Damn skates.
I open the door and I am met with a cloud of smoke. I quickly pull the door closed and walk down the hallway, covering my nose and wafting smoke away from my face. I cover my ears as I walk into the kitchen and find Boston flapping a magazine over the toaster to get rid of the smoke out the window, and JT has a broom in his hand trying to hit the fire alarm. He finally hits the right spot and the thing stops beeping.
"Morning!" JT says, placing the broom against the wall.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Nugget over here forgot to turn the toaster down and nearly set fire to the kitchen with a fucking Pop-Tart." JT tells me.
"What time it is?" I say more to myself, checking the wall clock. "10.30 am already." I mutter, rubbing my head.
My stomach is already grumbling and my head is banging. JT's phone buzzes in his pocket and he checks the ID.
"I have to make a few drops, you comin' or not?"
"Can we get breakfast while we're out?" Boston asks, throwing the burnt Pop-Tart in the trashcan.
"Sure, just hurry up."
"You're leaving?" I ask.
"Yeah, gotta do a few runs this morning." JT replies as I follow him into the hallway.
"Is your mom in bed?" I ask, wondering if she is back or not.
"No she stayed on at work, she should be back just after noon."
I nod and look around. The place is a mess and reeks of smoke.
"I think I'm going to open a few more windows."
"Help yourself to whatever you want. Just don't set the house on fire like Boston tried to."
"Ok." I smile and close the door after them, then I turn around and start picking up empty beer bottles and food packets.
I hear a door open down the hallway and a few seconds later Mitchel appears in the kitchen, stretching and yawning.
"What happened?" he asks.
"Boston can't work the toaster."
"Did he forget to turn it down again?"
"Yup."
Mitchel opens the fridge and pours himself an orange juice.
"You know, you don't have to clean up while you're here."
"I know, but I'm guessing I caused some of this mess last night so I want to clean it up."
"Can you come here for a minute?"
"Why?"
"Just come here. Put that down and get your ass over here." I leave the empty bottles on the coffee table and walk into the kitchen.
"You hungry this morning?" Mitchel asks, pulling me into his arms. I slip my arms around his waist and rest my head on his bare chest.
"I don't know, I feel a bit queasy but I feel kinda hungry as well."
"Well, I could eat a couch cushion I'm so hungry, so I was thinking we could go out and get breakfast. It's not too far to walk into town and the walk will be good for you. I'm sure you're feeling a little hungover?"
"Maybe a little. I need more Aspirin."
"It's in the bathroom cabinet."
I try to pull away but Mitchel stops me and pulls me back and tilts my chin up. I quickly cover my mouth.
"I haven't brushed my teeth this morning." I mumble.
"You weren't worried about your breath when you threw up three times last night."
"Ok, please stop reminding me I puked up everywhere last night. I'm no
t good when I've had too much to drink, I don't need reminding."
"I don't know about that, I think I'm going to enjoy reminding you all day about your late night activities."
"Please don't." I can feel my cheeks going red. The thought of Mitchel in the shower and the photos on my phone send a red blush to spread over my cheeks.
"Aww...poor Blue is all embarrassed."
"Blue?" I wonder why he's calling me that. I remember he called me that last night right before I fell asleep.
"You can't remember that either?"
"Blue...blue, blue...Oh, blue raspberry like the slushie because I had a blue tongue when we first met."
"She does remember!"
"Ohhh..."
"What?"
"Did I...um, was there twerking last night?"
Mitchel laughs. "Yep, there was twerking, and you said there should be an Olympic sport in twerking 'cause you would so win a gold medal."
I shake my head. "Ohmygoodness. Stop already." I playfully push him away and walk to the bathroom to find the Aspirin.
Mitchel pops his head around the doorway with a glass of water in his hand for me.
"So have you decided?" he asks.
"Decided what?"
I pop the Aspirin into my mouth and wash them down.
"To forgive me?"
"I don't know. Ask me again after you've paid for breakfast." I smile and he nudges me aside so he can use the sink.
"Hurry up and sort yourself out, I can't take you out looking like that." he teases me, pulling on my bed hair that's all frizzy and is sticking up everywhere because I went back to bed with damp hair.
"Shut up." I playfully go to swat him and he moves out of the way.
I quickly get dressed, brush my teeth and fix my hair into a high ponytail. I find Mitchel in the living room, picking up from where I left off, filling up a garbage bag. He's dressed in a long-sleeved black t-shirt that clings to his body with his usual black jeans and Vans on his feet.
"Hey, there's one problem about walking into town." I say, standing in the archway with my slippers in my hand.
"Do you think you can manage on your skates or are you too hung over?" he asks.
"Um...I think I can manage."
"You sure? We wouldn't want you ending up in a bush."