Author's Note: I gotta admit, Kevin and Edd were supposed to be the main pair but it looks like Nave is taking up more of my attention. What can I say, writing these drama scenes is making me nostalgic. And wordy. Very, very wordy. So here's some KevEdd for those of you who have been patiently waiting. A longer chapter.
Chapter 9 (Kevin POV)
So I showed up at Nazz's party just like I said I would. I ended up on my own, though, right off the bat. Nazz was off making out with Marie, surprise surprise. Rolf was marveling at the bass of the speakers drowning everyone in music, or as he calls them: "The infernal noise boxes shattering Rolf's soul." Nat had grabbed some blond to dance with, even though it was clear he was totally into that drama kid Rave. He certainly had grown since middle school. He could strangle King Kong with those long-ass legs.
I grabbed a drink, leaning against the wall. I didn't intend on drinking it. It was probably spiked and I didn't feel like waking up the next morning in a puddle of my own puke. I nibbled on the rim of the cup, looking around for a certain black beanie with white stripes. A small part of me actually thought he might just access the human within and show up. I laughed at the thought.
I wish Edd would give it a chance. I wish he weren't such an asshole. Mostly, I wish he were here acting like a normal guy: laughing, dancing, and writhing under me as I fu- nevermind.
"I wish Edd would show up," I muttered out loud. "Asshole."
I jumped as I felt someone tap my shoulder, and turned to find the object of my desire standing before me with a raised eyebrow.
"Speak of the devil?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. "I thought you weren't coming."
"I had nothing else to do, so I thought I may as well humor you and Nazz," he explained. "Where is she, anyway? Isn't this her party?"
"She's upstairs eating the face of your best friend," I chuckled.
He smirked. "Of course. And you? Why are you all alone?"
"I'm not really feeling this party."
"I thought you wanted to go."
"Only 'cause I thought you were gonna be here."
He snorted. "Well, I'm here, and it still sucks."
I put my free hand on the small of his back. "Why don't we liven it up with some dancing then, Sharky?"
"Not on your life," he growled, yanking my arm away.
"Then let's try something more interesting."
Always a man of challenge, he glanced at me with interest. "What would that be?"
"A bet. If I kiss you, and you like it, we go out on a date. If you don't like it, we never have to bring it up again."
"Are you out of your goddamned mind?"
"I must be if I want you."
He sighed. "When I hate it, you'll leave me alone?"
"If you hate it, and yes," I planted myself in front of him, reaching up to mess with the collar of his leather jacket. He was a few inches taller than me, and I had to look up to notice the glare in those molten blue eyes. "And you have to kiss me like you mean it."
He rolled his eyes. "I won't like it. I'm not gay."
"We'll see."
I smirked, grabbing his collar and smashing our lips together. I must've startled him, because he grabbed my shoulders so he wouldn't fall on me. He stiffened in my hold, and I trailed a hand to his back, rubbing it to relax him. Finally, he gave in, moving his lips against mine. I moaned into his mouth as he filled my sense, pressing him into the wall and nipped his bottom lip. He gasped, and my tongue dove in, tangling with his. I felt his hands leave my shoulders, settling on my hips and squeezing them.
I pulled back, pressing my forehead against his sternum as I caught my breath.
"Shit," I panted. "That's better than I imagined it."
I looked up at him, noticing his eyebrows knit together. "I guess... I mean... I didn't hate it."
I grinned. "Of course you didn't. You were kissing me."
He, again, rolled his eyes. "You're incorrigible."
"Thanks?"
"Come to my house tomorrow for dinner. 6:00. I might let you in."
"It's a date, babe. Let's go dance."
"Still not on your life."
I wasn't listening to him as I pulled him onto the dance floor.
(Nat POV)
I grinned as I noticed Kevin and Edd on the dance floor grinding like horny dogs. At least someone got what they wanted. I, on the other hand, couldn't snag the guy of my dreams and was stuck dancing with Chelsea, a blond hottie who'd grabbed me when I walked in. She nearly spilled her beer on me, but I set it down before she could.
Still, it wasn't doing anything for me. Usually I'm all for a nice big ass grinding on little Nat, but tonight it's like I'm in a slump. A slump that can only be cured by a little emo princess drama geek.
Nazz came running, yanking me away from Chelsea who glared.
"Sup?" I asked.
"The drama nerds are here, including your boy Rave," she grinned.
My head snapped to the door, spotting my adorable ball of hate wearing a black v-neck, grey jeans, and a striped purple scarf around his neck. He also wore boots laced to his calves, and I wanted to pull them off with the rest of those clothes.
I turned back to Chelsea. "I gotta go."
"Go where?" she asked.
"Make a poop," I said quickly, running to the door.
I smiled as I stood before him, but the smile dropped as he pushed past me without batting an eye. My mouth fell open. Oh hell no. Nobody ignores the King of Butts. I grabbed his arm, dragging him to the nearest wall. He tried to get away, but I pinned his wrists to his sides, putting my knee between his legs and leaning down to his ear.
"What's your deal, princess?" I asked. "Run out of tampons?"
He growled, and struggled. "You fucking asshole! You went behind my back to get the female lead!"
I grinned against his neck. "With my feminine hips and sassy walk, of course I got the female lead."
"Shut the fuck up!" he spat. "I'm tired of hearing your arrogant blathering."
"Look, gorgeous, I don't know why you still have a problem with me. I apologized for what I did."
"It was five years overdue, you asshole. I'm not gonna forgive you just like that."
"I wanna make it up to you. Just let me take you on a date. Give me a chance."
"Not even if we were the last two people on Earth and the planet was hurdling toward the sun."
I sighed. This argument is going nowhere. Maybe I should just show him how I feel.
I leaned back, looking into those fierce brown eyes as I gently kissed him. He gasped, and tried to escape my grip but I pressed myself flush to his body. I felt him moan into my mouth at the contact, and his tongue fought its way into my mouth, tangling with mine with ferocity. I broke the kiss, lifting one of his wrists to my mouth and kissing it tenderly.
I glanced up at his face. Rave stared at his wrist where my lips had been, blushing. I released him, cradling his cheeks in my hands. As if gathering his wits, he shook his head and shoved me back, and rushed out the door.
Blinking in shock, I leaned back against the wall and slid to the floor. That was intense.
