Dream Girl

There was nothing in the world but him. His hot lips peppering the cold skin of my jugular with sweet kisses. One of his rough hands raking through my hair while the other rested on the small of my back, pressing me against his hard body. I was utterly consumed by him. He began to nip at my neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin there, making me giggle.

His lips moved north while his hands moved south. His lips met mine while both of his hands roughly grabbed my ass, making me yelp in surprise and pleasure. He kissed me with feverish desire and I kissed him back. His lips were soft but they kissed me roughly, and his mouth tasted like caramel and chocolate. I knotted my hands into his soft hair, needing something to keep me grounded.

"Time to wake up Nettie," he murmured against my lips.
What? Nettie? The only guy who always called me Nettie was . . .

Light filled the scene, allowing me to see that the 'he' who was so passionately kissing me was Will.

My eyes sprung open to see the pile of books that rested on my nightstand. Automatically my hand flew to my neck, checking for the hickey I knew wouldn't be there. I sighed in relief once I was sure. My alarm clock proclaimed it to be six, meaning it was time for me to wake up since it was the first day back to school, but I lay there, panting for a moment while I tried to recover from the all too vivid dream.

I got up after a few minutes and hastily bolted to the bathroom. I started the shower even though I'd just taken one the night before. I needed to try and wash away the memory of the dream, but also the gross feeling it had given me.

I shed my pajamas and hopped into the shower. The warm water felt good as it cascaded down my icy flesh. I felt all dirty. Mentally. How could I possibly think of Will like that? I never succumbed to such . . .primitive urges. Never. I've never even kissed a boy in all my sixteen years.

I tried to tell myself that everybody had sex dreams. This hadn't even been a sex dream . . . It was a sexy dream. But that was only part of the problem; realizing that I was susceptible to the same primary urges as normal people. The second part of the problem that I had to address that I might possibly have a tiny crush on Will.

The thought alone made me shudder. Okay, so I could vouch that Will was incredibly gorgeous and wasn't half bad when he was sober. But that was the problem, rarely was he sober. The kid was a wreck. I didn't know why he was so messed up, but I knew that he truly was messed up. Somebody had to help him, but it wasn't going to be me.

It was just the mystery that he presented, I promised myself. The only reason I was attracted to him was because he was an anomaly, a fascinating exception to my mind reading abilities. That and that alone was why I was drawn to him. Well and his good looks . . . But that only affected me because of the mystery.

I scraped strawberry scented shampoo against my scalp, trying to rid myself of the feel of Will's fingers in my hair. I scrubbed soap all over my body, trying to get rid of the feel of Will's body against mine. It had all felt so real. So . . . unreally real.

"Amunet!" my mom's voice overpowered the sound of the rushing water, "Am! What're you doing?"
"Taking a shower!" I shouted.

"Didn't you take one last night?"
"Yeah! So?" I called back.

I couldn't hear what she muttered after that, but I knew that it was probably something along the lines of "kids these days" or "teenagers."

I got out of the shower and when I saw my naked body in the mirror I wondered how Will would react to seeing me like this. I literally smacked myself across the face after that. What the fuck was wrong with me? This hormonal shit was getting annoying.

I dried my body off with a towel before wrapping it around myself. I padded from the bathroom back to my bedroom where I dropped the towel and got dressed. I put on normal clothes for me; grey skinny jeans and a dark green blouse. I put on the new black jacket trimmed in white faux fur. I went back into the bathroom and dried my hair, concentrating on the way it moved when the air lifted it. I then pinned it up in a flawless bun and went back into my room to grab my bag, cellphone, and glasses.

I went downstairs and got my white fur boots out of the closet. I slipped them on and filled Lila's bowl with some dog food before grabbing my keys off the rack and heading into the garage. I got into my car and began my drive to school. All the while trying to concentrate on the road and not those liquidy grey eyes that seemed to swirl underneath his sooty lashes . . . .

I was doing it again, I knew that I was. I couldn't help it though. This was my first crush and I was sixteen. Maybe that was why this seemed so . . . severe. Because I'd been pushing down all these hormonal urges for so many years that they were all bubbling to the surface at once now.

I parked in my usual parking spot and killed the power, stepping out onto the slushy concrete. Thoughts and voices swirled all around me. Ahh . . . That was more like it. I couldn't concentrate on my sick fantasies about Will if I had all these distractions. Perfect.

I walked up to the school and sighed blissfully at the chaos. This is what I was comfortable with. Noise and the distractions of teenagers' lives. Their hormone induced sexual fantasies. Not mine. That was much simpler. More expected.

"Hellooo Nettie," sung a voice, tapping me on the shoulder. I nearly had a stroke. Because I half expected to feel the hot lips of this speaker against the back of my neck.

I turned around to see Will standing behind me. His grey eyes were bloodshot beneath his dark lashes as expected. The pink shadows beneath his eyes almost seemed normal for him. He was smiling, his pearly white teeth sparkling in the natural light. The tips of his dark shaggy hair that were once dyed red were now dark purple. I could tell that the royal blue sweatshirt he was wearing was new. I hated to admit that I liked it . . . Liked the way the blue brought out the blue in his eyes.

"Hello William," I said stiffly, pushing down the giggly preteen girl inside me that wanted to break free.
"Awwww you just called me William," he pouted, "That means you're mad at me. My mom and dad call me William when they're mad at me. So do my teachers."

"I'm not mad at you Will-" I said, stuttering over his name because I'd been tempted to say 'William' because it sounded more indifferent. Less personal.
"Oh good!" he cheered, "So what did you get for Christmas? I got this sweatshirt? Do you liiike it? My mom got it for me. She also got me this super fluffy pillow! And she let me dye my hair again. See?" he said, grabbing his hair to demonstrate, "And my mom's boyfriend got me an Xbox to suck up to my mom. What did you get?"

"Eh. Stuff," I said, shrugging. I didn't like to brag.
"Ohhhh stuff!" he enthused.

"Yeah. Very exciting," I mumbled sarcastically.
"Yep, yep, yep, yep," he said, his grin growing.

Mike ran over then and grabbed Will from behind and ruffled his hair. He was happy to see his best friend after a long week apart.
"Oh fuck! Help," Will cried, "I'm being attacked! Rape! RAAAAAPPPEEE!"

Mike rolled his eyes. "It's me you dipshit," Mike muttered, smacking him upside the head.
"Ohhh Mike," he said, "That was a mean trick. I thought you were a rapist!"

"You think everybody's a rapist," he said, sighing, "Remember the lady at McDonalds?"
"Hey, she had shifty eyes," Will defended himself.

"Because she was afraid of you," Mike said, "Because you started screaming at her because your french fries weren't 'french' enough."
"They weren't!" he exclaimed, "They didn't have an accent!"

I blinked in shock.
"I worry about him," I told Mike. He nodded.

Aaron came over then, sneaking up behind Will. He put a finger to his lips to tell me not to give him away. But I already knew. Aaron tiptoed over to Will and covered his eyes from behind.
"Guess whooo," he sung.

"Kristy?" Will guessed.
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Do I sound like Kristy?" he demanded.

"Well no . . . But you have the same soft feminine hands . . ." he trailed off.
Mike and I laughed as Aaron uncovered Will's eyes, offended.

Will turned around and looked at Aaron. "Hey! You're not Kristy! You liar! Feed him to the lions," he shouted, pointing off to the side, "To the lions!"
Aaron rolled his eyes. "I don't have girl hands," he said.

"Really? Cause Kristy's hands feel just like that," Will said, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.
"I bet you know exactly how Kristy's hands feel," Mike snickered.

Will blinked innocently at him. Whenever he was high he was very dense. "I do," he said unknowingly.
All three of us rolled our eyes at the same time.

See? This was the kind of behavior that assured me that I couldn't possibly truly have a thing for Will.