"He… he told me… there… was… someone else," She sniffed, tears running merrily down her tanned face.
"Really?" Huey hadn't been expecting that. He had assumed they got into another stupid easily avoidable fight but had gotten carried away. It always happened. But… there was someone else now? "Who?"
"Tracy Jenkins from American History," She mewed gently, "He said she asked him to the turn around dance and… and… he said yes,"
She started up on her quiet little sobs, making Huey sigh and fill up her shot again. She graciously accepted it and took a sip. Hm. It was going down smoother than the first. Huey helped himself to a shot and looked at her with pity as she tried to wipe away her tears.
"So I guess it really is over…. For good,"
He huffed loudly, "Oh come off it, Jazmine,"
She looked up at him, shocked by his words. He just huffed again and poured them both another shot.
"You always say it's over for good,"
"Well this time it IS!"
"Right,"
"Huey!"
"It's true! You let yourself get hurt by that bastard and then you just throw everything else down and run after him whenever he asks for you back. I don't care if you wanna do that then fine, but stop coming to ME every fucking week to complain about what a jerk he is," Huey barked at her, leaning over the bar to glare at her in her face, "I already know how he is. But if I wanna know, I'll ask!"
She started crying again, taking the bottle and giving herself another shot. She downed it and opened her eyes slowly. It was… starting to taste sweeter. Once her eyes were half slit, she noticed something she never did before.
Huey had… gorgeous eyes. A very dreamy smile crept it's way on her lips.
"Jazmine?"
She moaned very quietly and very suddenly, pushed her body forward, landing a gentle kiss on his lips. Huey remained completely dormant, his lips parted only slightly but didn't shift even a bit on the sudden contact.
The feather soft lips that were barely touching his, shifted back. Jazmine sat there with a satisfied smile playing on her face. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked up at him, with a sweet angelic face.
"Ja… Jazmine," His voice cracked, "You… should rest,"
Another kiss was placed on his lips, only this one was a bit more fierce. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth and racked against his tongue and teeth. Huey's eyes widened even more and he tried to push her back when he tasted the familiar taste of blood.
Crazy bitch had cut her tongue on his canine.
"Okay… you should… probably go to bed… I'll sleep in Tom and Sarah's room and you-"
"I wanna stay with you," She muttered, getting up and walking around the counter. Huey, for whatever reason, didn't move even a step. She made her way over to him and pressed her body up to his.
She pressed her face into his neck, she inhaled deeply, her heart racing at the scent of his body wash.
"Jazmine… this is…wron-"
She leaned forward and kissed him feverishly. This time, he kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her firmly. She slipped one of her own hands into his pocket.
When the kiss broke, Huey was taken by the hand up the stairs, he wasn't trying to push back, however. Yeah, he knew that to some this may seem… strange…
But They weren't related. And the two would have grown up together anyway if his grandfather hadn't been killed so early on.
Yeah… it was a cop out. He knew it.
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Uh yeah… rating WILL go up. XD
