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He never laughs and he doesn't realize I watch him. He thinks I'm perfect, I can tell. But he doesn't know. He doesn't know I slept with Tristan, or I sneak out late at night to be with him-or that I use to, not anymore. He thinks I need someone as "perfect" as me. It makes me laugh, because I know the truth. By no means am I as bad as he is. But sometimes I want to be. The little things I do won't be my downfall, at least I hope not. He has no idea I wanted to take a swig out of the bottle before dumping it over the edge. I don't want him to be perfect, I just want him around. So he needs to be good, at least for a while.
I need someone now. Tristan is gone now, and he left me with some stuff. But he had no choice. I know he didn't want to. But military school beckoned. Maybe jess could help me out of the mess I'm in. Just maybe.
So now I'm sitting on the bridge thinking about this jaded soul, and I feel a person behind me, and I know it's him. I turn and smile, he doesn't smile back but he sits down beside me, bringing out another bottle. He takes a swig and sets it down. I pick it up, I know what he expects but I surprise him. I take a drink. Finally he smiles, thinking that maybe I'm not as good as I seem. Then I drop the bottle in the stream. He swears and calls me a bitch. I mutter, "screw you" the moment before I feel his lips on mine. His tongue probes and I open up to him. I can feel him smirking. His hand roams freely and I don't stop it. He surprised when I let him go under my skirt, but I know he is just testing my limits, he expects me to stop him, and when I don't he'll stop himself. I'm right, he stops, and I stifle a moan into his shoulder. He pulls me into his lap and tilts my face so I'm looking down at him, taller only because I'm straddling him.
"Are you bad or good?" He asks me, looking into my eyes. I'm a paradox to him.
I'm both, I think to myself. He studies my face when I don't answer. I can feel him through his jeans and I squirm a little to give him his answer. I stop and start to get up, but he senses what I'm going to do before I do it. He jumps up suddenly, dumping me into the water. I sputter and go under, I surface and look at him.
"I don't like teases." He says and starts to walk away.
"Maybe I wasn't teasing." I say in response. He looks at me for a second.
"Maybe." He does walk off then. I'm left to contemplate. Would I have stopped him? Was I teasing? I wasn't sure, but I knew one thing. Jess Mariano had caught my eye, and part of my heart.
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He never laughs and he doesn't realize I watch him. He thinks I'm perfect, I can tell. But he doesn't know. He doesn't know I slept with Tristan, or I sneak out late at night to be with him-or that I use to, not anymore. He thinks I need someone as "perfect" as me. It makes me laugh, because I know the truth. By no means am I as bad as he is. But sometimes I want to be. The little things I do won't be my downfall, at least I hope not. He has no idea I wanted to take a swig out of the bottle before dumping it over the edge. I don't want him to be perfect, I just want him around. So he needs to be good, at least for a while.
I need someone now. Tristan is gone now, and he left me with some stuff. But he had no choice. I know he didn't want to. But military school beckoned. Maybe jess could help me out of the mess I'm in. Just maybe.
So now I'm sitting on the bridge thinking about this jaded soul, and I feel a person behind me, and I know it's him. I turn and smile, he doesn't smile back but he sits down beside me, bringing out another bottle. He takes a swig and sets it down. I pick it up, I know what he expects but I surprise him. I take a drink. Finally he smiles, thinking that maybe I'm not as good as I seem. Then I drop the bottle in the stream. He swears and calls me a bitch. I mutter, "screw you" the moment before I feel his lips on mine. His tongue probes and I open up to him. I can feel him smirking. His hand roams freely and I don't stop it. He surprised when I let him go under my skirt, but I know he is just testing my limits, he expects me to stop him, and when I don't he'll stop himself. I'm right, he stops, and I stifle a moan into his shoulder. He pulls me into his lap and tilts my face so I'm looking down at him, taller only because I'm straddling him.
"Are you bad or good?" He asks me, looking into my eyes. I'm a paradox to him.
I'm both, I think to myself. He studies my face when I don't answer. I can feel him through his jeans and I squirm a little to give him his answer. I stop and start to get up, but he senses what I'm going to do before I do it. He jumps up suddenly, dumping me into the water. I sputter and go under, I surface and look at him.
"I don't like teases." He says and starts to walk away.
"Maybe I wasn't teasing." I say in response. He looks at me for a second.
"Maybe." He does walk off then. I'm left to contemplate. Would I have stopped him? Was I teasing? I wasn't sure, but I knew one thing. Jess Mariano had caught my eye, and part of my heart.
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Review if you want more. Check out The Torso Tango too!
