IT WAS ONLY A KISS...
I stormed out of the gym and headed for the parking lot, cursing Kelly Prescott furiously under my breath. 'Who does she think she is?' I thought, almost tripping over the long, floaty material of my dress, as I quickened my pace. Or at least tried to.
'Of course I can get a date for Prom! I could have had anyone! But I didn't want just anyone. I wanted Jesse to come, but that's never going to happen. Was it really so awful to go on my own? I mean, I wasn't completely alone, alone. Adam and Cee were there too, and they aren't even an official couple or anything! God, I HATE HER!'
I let out a strangled scream, releasing all the frustration that I had stowed away, deep inside of me, for the last two hours.
Having banished my anger, I looked around and realised that I was now standing in the middle of the road outside Juniperro Serra Mission Academy. The night was completely still, the only noise that could be heard was the thumping, grinding beat seeping from the gym, along with the odd cricket.
With a defeated sigh, I sat down on the kerb and dropped my head into my hands. A small sob escaped my lips and I felt myself begin to weaken until I was in full on crying mode. I didn't even try to hide my tears, instead letting them freefall down my cheeks, destroying my carefully applied make-up, no doubt.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I glanced over and saw a large, tanned, tendony hand resting gently on my bare shoulder. 'Jesse?' I asked all hopefully, looking up to find the last person I wanted to see at that particular moment in time. 'What do you want?' I demanded coldly, staring into Paul Slater's beautiful ( yet EVIL, seriously he's really evi….gah, why do I even bother?) blue eyes.
'Suze, are you okay?' he asked quietly, moving the hand that lay on my shoulder up to my head, where he pushed a stray strand of hair away from my eyes. I stood up quickly, taking a step away, so that I ended up on the kerb again. 'Like you even care!' I yelled angrily, a deep hatred bubbling up inside of me. 'I don't need you coming out here to gloat. I already know how pathetic I look right now!'
Saying nothing, Paul moved closer and reached up to wipe a single tear that was winding it's way down my cheek. Keeping his hand there, he cupped my face and looked me dead in the eye, now that we were equal in height. 'You're not pathetic Suze,' he whispered, coming so close to me that the tips of our noses were touching. And then, he kissed me. Soft and gently at first, eventually becoming harder and more passionate.
His tongue slipped past my lips and into my mouth, tangoing over my own. Tempting me, teasing me, daring me to fight back. I would have, but the taste of Paul's kiss had rendered me helpless, making me weak with passion yet arousing a deep-rooted raw lust.
After several minutes of heavy, steamy making out, he finally gave me a chance to get some much needed air, moving on to tenderly kissing my collarbone, before slowly guiding his lips up along my neck, while running one hand through my hair and stroking the back of my neck with the other. The combined effects of these two actions made me shiver and gasp with pleasure. It felt like he was pouring hot, boiling lava all over my body, as every nerve was awoken by his hungry forcefulness.
Suddenly, I felt a drop of rain land on my upturned face, as Paul pressed his body hard into mine and sucked on my earlobe. It took all of my strength to not let out a long, loud moan. Then, more drops fell, until it was lashing down around us, as if to try and cool us down. If anything, the rain only served to increase our passion, as we stared at one another. His dark brown hair had started to curl and I could feel mine clinging to my neck and face. A mischievous grin spread across his full, red lips, as we continued to gaze at the other.
Not able to withstand it anymore, and feeling totally out of character, I jumped on Paul, causing us to both fall to the ground, with me lying on his chest, kissing him deeply, hungry for more, so much more….
What? I couldn't help myself. Paul is an extremely hot guy, who looks even sexier (if that's possible) when he's soaking wet.
His kiss was deep and probing, soft and sensuous, as if he were trying to extract my very essence using only his tongue. His large, strong hands crept slowly up and down my spine. All this time a voice was screaming in my head, 'SUZE! What the hell are you doing! This is Paul Slater! Get your tongue out of his mouth, RIGHT NOW!' Another voice interrupted quickly, saying, 'Oh get lost goody two shoes, you go girl!'
Paul suddenly rolled over, so that he was on top of me, breathing hard. 'God, Suze, you're beautiful,' he groaned, stroking my cheek gently. I looked up at his handsome face, manly jawline and those electric blue eyes. He was dripping wet (it was sexy, yet kinda annoying, considering I kept on getting splashed, but I could deal) and his shirt clung to his amazingly ripped body. Seeing him there, wanting me, made me want him even more. 'Shut up and kiss me,' I gasped, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him toward me once again….