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White, everything was white in november. Snow covered the dying grass, and the crunchy leaves from trees were now forgotten with the cold grasp of the frozen water. I watched, half amused, out my window at the falling snow flakes. I thought about the little flakes, so much detail in something not even as big as half of my painted pinky nail. I couldn’t help but touch the freezing glass with my free hand as I took a sip of my chai latte. Starbucks, quite obviously.
To disturb my peace, my phone vibrated loudly on my white window sill, and I almost spilled the hot drink all over myself. Looking down, I saw a picture of Casey Jenkins, probably the best looking senior I had met of all my high school career. Me, being... well.. me, I didn’t give much thought to the reason why he was calling me. We never talked unless we bumped into each other in the hallway and even then, we didn’t give much thoughts to our apologies.
But that’s why chemistry projects were created, right? I picked up my phone, pressing the green answer button before actually talking to him.
“What do you want Casey?” I muttered to him, hoping to seem uninterested. I didn’t want to talk to him more then I had to, and beating around the bush would not help me in my search for serenity.
“Ariana, the least you could do is at least give me hope that you’re going to answer your phone. I know, it’s a thursday, and we have a snow day, but seriously... have some faith in me...” He complained.
This is why I never talked to him, he was full of complaints and his mind doubted all I could do.
I laughed, “Don’t flatter yourself, Jenkins. How could I put my faith in something as doubtful as you. Anyways, what do you want? I’m enjoying my chai, and you had no right to disturb my train of thought.”
He took a breath, and it sounded like a frustrated sigh, “You know what Ari? I don’t need this...” He rambled on, and I thought to myself about what I could possibly be doing in this moment if he hadn’t called me. I could be writing some story, thinking of lame and cliche romances that people would like. Then I heard it, which made me stop from my pace around the room and actually pay attention to him. My feet hit a cold spot on my hardwood floors but I didn’t really care, his words were rather surprising, “...and after she broke up with me I got into some trouble and no ones answering and I know we’re just working on a project together but it’s cold out and I need a place to go.”
I quirked an eyebrow now, examining myself in the mirror, “Well,” I paused, brushing the side of my rather smooth face, “is Casey calling me for help? I just don’t know what to do! The man who is the bane of my existence wants to stay at my nice, warm and humble home. And, knowing him, with my parents not home and all, will he try something? Why did Amber break up with you anyway? You guys were like the dream couple...” I tried to contain my eagerness of the situation, showing curiosity to him is like showing your ticklish spot to a guy who likes you. I looked down at my nails now, noticing the chip I would have to fix in them.
“Ariana, just let me come over, I’ll explain it all then, okay?” He muttered, now sounding weak.
I let out an over-exaggerated sigh, “Fine, I guess. You know where I--”
And he had hung up on me. I glared at my phone and snapped it shut, now going to my closet to pull on something less revealing. Sure, he wouldn’t try anything, but I didn’t need him making fun of something he saw. Instead of a tank top and underwear, I pulled on a tight, black, long-sleeve shirt that dipped low into my neck line. Afterwards I tugged on some girl-boxer shorts that had a red plaid design on them. They were short, but I had nice legs, or so I was told, and I was prepared to at least show those off to Casey.
Afterwards, I gathered my blonde locks into a loose bun and examined myself in the mirror. I shrugged and galloped down the stairs now seeing his frame through our glass door.
I grasped the cold nob before pulling open the door, a whirl of frozen air tickled my face and sent goosebumps all over my body and I almost gaped at the sight I saw before me.
Casey was there, his dark hair a mess on his head and his lightly tanned skin covered with a hoody and some dark jeans. This is the guy that is always wearing guy-tank tops, and california beachy-shorts. So, in short, this was a change, a very nice change.
I noticed his eyes drifting on my frame a little longer then usual and leaned more onto one leg then the other and placing a hand on my out-thrusted hip.
“Checking me out, Jenkins?” I said with a smirk and a chuckle, hoping to get him out of his trance. He blinked, now looking up at my face and quirking an eye brow. He rolled his eyes, almost as to say, ‘as if. You wish Emerson.’
After leading him into my house, and getting him some hot chocolate we traveled up to my room, which was now cold from the open window. He sat down on my bed, and I sat on the window sill, in my position from before, pondering the world. We didn’t make conversation, because we both had equal hate for each other. Instead, I turned on my speakers and played some music, which he seemed to enjoy.
After thirty minutes of our hopeless friendship, I turned to face him, and saw him on his back, staring up at my glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. “Casey?” I asked, swallowing the last of my beloved chai. He looked up at me and gave off a frown.
“What?” He said rather bluntly. I put my feet on the ground, now stretching and cracking my toes, then leaning over and grabbing my feet with quite ease. I was sore from ballet yesterday. He still had his eyes on me, and I had almost forgotten that I had said his name because the look in his eyes was so... so out there.
“Just making sure you’re alive. Planning on telling me about your girlfrie-- Amber?” I had remembered mid-sentence that they had broken up.
He let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, “She broke up with me because she thought I was cheating on her... with you, of all people! I mean, come on, I could do better then you! I guess it was just the chemistry project.”
I stood now, appalled at what he had said. Of course, he could do better, and I’m sure he was just blowing off some steam, but seriously? He could have a little bit of formality in him!
“For your information, Jenkins, I doubt you could even get me to bat my eyes at you. You sleep around, and probably are just a furnace for STD’s of the world. You aren’t nearly HALF as smart as me, and lets face it, I could make you swoon for me with three moves.” I stared harshly into his green eyes, already knowing where this was elevating to.
“Hahaha, Emerson, you may be hot, but you aren’t that hot. Come on, don’t kid yourself,” He smirked, now sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest.
Hot? I paused trying to consider what he had just said.
“I dare you... to try to make me blush.” He said, this time more confidently.
I thought about it for a second, and it seemed as if my innocent thoughts were now corrupted from depravity.
“Watch me.” I finally answered, strutting over to Casey and standing directly in front of him.
He watched now, with wide eyes and still a brilliant smirk on his face. ********, what had I done? I closed my eyes now, cursing myself mentally for being so idiotic. I leaned over and pressed the nape of my neck near his face, tilting my neck so he could get a good whiff of my perfume.
“Does that smell good? I’ve been wondering if I should wear it to school or not...” I said getting quieter as the sentence went on, leaving me off at a whisper. I could hear his breathing pause for a second but he seemed to have regained his composure because he just nodded his head.
I took a look at him and pulled my hair out of it’s bun, leaving the wavy locks to fall over my frame. I gazed down at his hands, which were clenched by his side, as if fighting to do something. I looked back up at him and went to sing lightly in his ear.
“Why can’t you want me like the other boys do? They stare at me while I...” I held out the note, leaving an ominous loom about it, “crave you...” I ended.
His hands were at my waist and he pulled me closer to him, pulling me onto his lap, his breath tickling my ear, “You have no idea, Emerson...” he whispered, his breath full of sultry and lust.
I turned to look at him and smiled at his pink cheeks, I placed my lips onto his own, linking my hands through his hair. I could feel him kissing me back, as he bit onto my bottom lip with force. He grabbed my arm either out of anger or lust and our tongues mingled together for a short while before I broke away rather abruptly.
I had a sly smirk on my face, and leaned over so we were only centimeters away, “I’ll always leave you wanting more, Jenkins. Always.” And with that, I walked back to my window sill.
He glared at my from my bed, his eyes lingering on me more then they had recently. I could feel his gaze all over me and I realized he was checking out what he had just gotten a piece of. I stood up, frustrated that he didn’t even say anything and trudged over to my door, ready to leave before I saw his hands on either side of me, caging me in and closing the door. I turned to look at him, his stature only slightly taller then mine and gazed into his green eyes with my blue ones.
“What do you want, Jenkins?” I inquired.
He looked baffled by my question and brought one hand back to run a rand through his hair. “Are you a ditz, Emerson? That little stunt you just pulled back there could have gotten me into huge trouble. You ******** kissed me, Ari! What the hell?!”
I, myself, was quite astonished by his sudden outburst and blinked trying to take it in. “W-wait a second now, mister. You DARED me to make you blush, and if you haven’t forgotten, you are the one that kissed me! Holy s**t man, don’t flip out on me when I only flipped my hair and sang to you.”
He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, Ariana. You know what I mean--”
I interjected, “No, I don’t have any ******** idea what you mean! You come over, frustrated with your life and your ex-girlfriend and we make out. How in hell could you get in trouble? Is Amber watching from the window right now? Is that why you’re so tense? I don’t get you, Casey! I don’t get one bit of you.” I rambled, throwing my hands up to show my frustration.
“I could get in trouble because I don’t want to give you another excuse to hate me. I’ve wanted to, not just kiss you... but make out with you everywhere in school. Your body, so ******** mesmerizing and your eyes? Don’t even get me started there, okay? Your hair is perfect when it’s just pulled out of a bun and it smells like sex and I’ve had to fight that all year! Then you singing, that just pushed me over the edge. I want you, I crave you... you’re the only one that can ruffle my feathers by just looking at me and I want to break you, and touch you, and know everything about you. That’s how I could get into trouble.” He panted now, and I stared blankly at him.
No, there were no lame tears, no exchanging of feelings on my side... but movement. I pressed me lips onto his, urging him closer to me as I grasped his face with my hands and pulled him closer. His lips moved on mine, and it was like some sort of tango, the way our movements went in such order.
He kissed me harder, and my hands went to tangle in his already-messy hair and he grunted when I bit down on his bottom lip. He pushed me up closer against the door, so much that I could hardly even breath except for the breaths we took in-between fervent kisses. And when I wrapped my legs around his waist, he held me up without a problem, his mouth moving down from my jaw to my neck and lower. His hands roamed my body and mind did the same and there were no regrets.
Moans, harsh breaths, names whispered out in lust, a move to the bed and nothing else, Casey had made me his.
I had no regrets.
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sooo awko taco, I felt like writing a story.
 Intoxicated Galaxies · Thu Oct 27, 2011 @ 12:54am · 0 Comments |
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