Hi, I am bored so I decided to write a story! This idea sort of popped into my head a few minutes ago. Clare and Eli are both a little OOC because they haven't met each other yet. Clare's POV.
Clare: 22
Adam: 22
Eli: 23
Fiona: 24
Jake : 23
ok, enjoy :)
Flashback
I tapped my fingernails on the table at La Fleurie. That arrogant piece of shit has got some explaining to do. Today's our 2 year anniversary and I bet he forgot, just like he forgot my birthday and dates we had planned throughout the week. I even bought a $250 dress because I wanted him to see how lucky he was to have me. Still, I will wait for him. Maybe he just got stuck in traffic, but wouldn't he have called? "Miss we're closing in 15 minutes." A frail waitress hovered over me placing her hands in front of me so that I could pass her my menu. I bit my cheek and passed it to her. I checked my watch and headed out the door to the bus stop, humiliated once again. I sat on the bench when a few seconds later someone plopped down on the empty space next to me and began to light a cigarette. I coughed once the harsh smell made its why to my nose. "That stuff," cough "will kill you," cough "you know?" I hacked in between coughs. "At this rate it seems like you have a better chance of dying than I do," the death inhaler joked. I ceased my hacking for a moment to see the owner of such displeasure. There was no denying that this man was very...sexy, but I rather not fantasize about men of his type. Black clothing that will match his lungs in about 10 years. He's probably some sick perv who uses his looks to lure women into bed with him.
"I don't understand why people do that. It's a waste of money. Might as well do crack. What's the difference?" I watched in disgust as he blew a puff of smoke out of his mouth. "There's a big difference, sweety. Crack is illegal, cigarettes aren't." He smirked at me at blew another puff of smoke. " Try it." Is this man serious? "Haha. As if, I would do anything a complete stranger told me to do." I continued rambling until finally he slipped the cigarette in between my lips. I struggled to spit it out, but I couldn't, he held my face in his hands tightly. "Ok now suck it in." I did as I was told, anything to get this man to stop embracing me. I felt like I was cheating on Jake and that was highly unacceptable. Within seconds he took it away and I went into a series of groans and hackling. I held my throat gasping for fresh air. "What the hell is wrong with you? Don't ever do that again!" he shrugged and stepped on the cigarette dying down the bit of light it had.
After minutes of uncomfortable silence, his lips softly grazed over mine. Though it was just a peck on the lips, I was astonished. How dare he kiss me like that. Oh, I did not cheat on Jake. I am sure of it, after all he was the one who kissed me. That is exactly what I'm going to tell Jake, the truth. Something I've always based our relationship on. Sure, he wasn't always on time, he was very forgetful, but he has never lied to me, right?
"Can you hold off on the surprises? What was that for? Are you trying to get me have sex with you? Is that why you kissed me? Do you really think you're that hot that I would cheat on my boyfriend of 2 years to have sex with you? No honey, I'm not desperate." I folded my arms and tilted me head towards him. "Why are you such a bitch?" he spat, "I'm not trying to have sex with you. I can tell by your wardrobe that you wouldn't even be exciting in bed." I'm not a virgin, but I'm not particularly wild like Bianca either. Besides what is wrong with my wardrobe? I have been teased in high school about wearing granny like clothing, but it's not, I'm just a very reserved person.
This stranger has already bothered me enough tonight. There's no need for me to keep talking to him so that he could treat me with the same disrespect so I ignored him until the bus came and I hopped on without even looking back.
"Hello?" I called in the apartment Jake and I share. No answer. Instead I heard moans and giggles coming from inside our room. My hand gripped the doorknob, scared of what I might find. I gulped at the sight of Jake and some slut feverishly swallowing each other, while another slut was pounding on his dick. He must really be enjoying himself. He didn't even notice I was there, that is until I slammed the door. Right then and there he knew it was over, but he doesn't care.
Present day
"No." I continuously shook my head at the man who I met at the bus stop. Well, I met him again on my way to school and told him how I wanted to be less innocent and more..sexy. The thing is, he has to teach me. To do that I have to have sex with him. I know, why would I agree to such a thing? Simple, it is the first step to having a little bit of sex appeal if he helps me. I know that was an issue Jake an I had and you need pleasure in a healthy relationship as well as companionship. What Jake did was wrong though and I wouldn't want my next boyfriend to get tired of me and do the same thing.
"Clare you're never going get a taste of adventure if you don't try it. Just have sex with me the same way you normally did with Jake." Eli was a lot more patient than I thought he would be, but I still don't think I'm ready to expose myself in front of someone I met last week. At least give it a month or so. Then I will be able to. Maybe he can get me to open up to more things, but sex. Not just yet. "I'm sorry. I just think we should wait like a month. Form a friendship before we do this. Right now I feel really awkward." I nervously stared at the floor and he mumbled and okay. "I think we should let you explore other things that aren't sexual," he suggested. Other things hmm?
"Like what?" curiosity filled my thoughts. "How about getting you drunk for the first time?" I hesitated before leading the way to the bar.
Ugh. People smoke in bars too? I've never been in a bar before. Dim lights, smoke and grubby men fighting each other with bottles of beer in their hands. Yuck, no wonder I've never been in a bar before. It wasn't long before Eli handed me a drink once we sat on the bar stools. I took a swig and the hard liquor went into a burning sensation down me throat. It wasn't long until I was asking for shot after shot after shot. By my 6th shot I was dazed and could barely see the crowd of men surrounding me and encouraging me to keep chugging more.
"Ronnie!" I called out to the bartender, "One more shot." I peeled off my shirt and poured it on my breast and torso. "Come get it boys." I moaned as men in their 20's, 30's and escaping their wives groped and sucked my tits while others licked the liquor from my torso. All the men from the bar were entranced with me. All except Eli who was fighting the men to take me back home with him since I was too drunk to remember where I lived. Eli picked me up bridal style as the horny men groaned from the loss of contact of my skin. "I'll miss you.." I laughed and shut my eyes until Eli reached our destination. He placed me on his bed and started pacing back and forth across the room.
"What the hell Clare? What happened to no physical stuff?" Eli tried to act serious, but we soon broke into fits of laughter. "Tonight, I saw a carefree side of you, but don't do it again. You want to be sexy, not raped." With that I glazed my eyes shut until the morning.
