Chapter 13. Dazed, However Not Particularly Confused.

Believe it or not, I felt so ecstatic that that night I called Jackie to tell her that Hyde had asked me to the disco. While we chatted for a nice few minutes, she ended it with some smart ass comment about how we were 'perfect for each other because we both dressed like trailer trash.' That's when I hung up on her and opted to spend my night practicing songs on my guitar instead. I lit some incense and opened my window half way; I grabbed my guitar and sat in the middle of my bed. After a few warm up exercises, I played all I could of Going to California, however I yearned so desperately to be able to finish it. I wasn't that great with listening to a song and then playing it; I never was able to develop a musician's ear like my friends back in Seattle did. After a while, I got stressed out and laid the guitar beside me.

However, there wasn't enough time for me to delve my energy into a different activity before I saw a figure outside of my window. I almost screamed until it started speaking and I realized who it was.

"Hey, Fez told me he heard you struggling with guitar," Hyde said and pushed the rest of the window up to let himself in. His sunglasses, as usual, brimmed his eyes, making his expression impossible. I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or if there was a hidden smirk in his eyes that didn't show on his lips.

"Watch out for the incense," I warned; it was sitting on the windowsill.

He carefully glided over the sweet smoke and sat next to me on my bed.

"Wait, did you say Fez heard me?" I had just realized what he said.

Hyde chuckled briefly and then said, "You'll get used to it. He's kind of a perv, but he's harmless. But, be warned, check your closer before bed. And under your bed."

"Thanks for the warning," I smirked. I picked up my guitar. "I'm actually kind of glad you're here. I know most of Going to Cali, but I just can't seem to get the end of it right."

"Here, let me see."

I handed him my guitar and watched his fingers as he played the whole song from start to finish; he kept in mind to do it very slowly so that I could sight read the notes easily.

"That was beautiful," I mumbled, a bit star struck. I never knew someone who possessed such an incredibly aura when they played guitar; it was as if he was the guitar when he played.

"Do you want to try?" He asked.

He was about to hand over the guitar to me when I requested if he could play more. I was taken aback by my own question but he seemed content with that. As he played Stairway to Heaven, I found myself leaning my head against his shoulder. Time seemed to pass as he went through several different Zeppelin songs. Around eleven, he finally stopped and looked down at me.

"I can leave if you want to get some sleep. We have a big evening tomorrow." He said.

"I can just sleep during the day," I yawned.

"But you're tired," He argued.

I sighed, "One more song, please."

He nodded and picked up the guitar once more.

After the song was over, he walked across the room to place it on its wall rack. He came back to the bed and sat down next to me.

"I have something I need to tell you, Saige," He mumbled and took off his aviator shades.

"What is it?" I asked, hoping it wasn't something bad.

"I've missed you," He admitted. "And I didn't mean what I said a while back. I was being stupid and insensitive. I'm just not used to meeting people like you. Most girls are fine having sex with me but afterwards want nothing to do with me and I took you for that by mistake. But I can see that you're much more than that."

Instead of replying, I caressed his cheek slowly and then went in to kiss him softly. He took my face within his hands and deepened the kiss. I moved closer to him to the point where I was almost sitting on his lap. I knew that I should've tried to keep things from progressing so fast without knowing much about him, but I couldn't help it; a part of me was internally afraid he'd hurt me worse than a month ago, but I didn't have the proper rationality to care in that moment and so I let it progress.

I glided my tongue along his lips inside the kiss and gained entrance to his mouth, which tasted like a mix of cinnamon and cigarettes – I didn't know if he smoked other things, but I assumed he did after that. Our tongues battled for dominance, as I moved closer to the point where I was straddling his lap. I subconsciously grinded my hips against his and heard a low, quiet growl escape his lips.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I shoved my hands through his curly locks, careful to not get tangled in them. He broke away for a moment to lustfully gaze at my body. I was only wearing a small tank top and cotton shorts – I wasn't expecting company and didn't think to shrug a shirt on when he came up to my window.

As his lips reattached to mine, I could feel his hands gently creeping up my tank top. Thankfully, I grew out of being ticklish when I was twelve or we would've had an interesting situation of me spaz laughing. His warm, rough hands eventually found my breasts and lightly squeezed them which resulted in me moaning into his mouth. Our lips detached again and he pulled off my tank, discarding it across the room on the floor.

He readjusted our position to a laying one, where he was on top. One of his hands massaged my breast, while his other hand rested against my hips, lightly teasing me. His lips moved down to my neck, where he began to get more aggressive. He nibbled down my neck until he reached the breast that wasn't being caressed and attached his mouth to the nipple. I moaned, accidently, again. He looked up at me and smirked before continuing what he was doing.

The hand that rested against my hips started to wander down towards the elastic lining of my underwear. He swiftly took my cotton shorts off and pushed them aside. His fingers wandered around the linings of my underwear until he moved to the middle of them. I moaned in anticipation. He was going so slow it was killing me. I thought of a way to speed things up. My hands moved to the bottom of his shirt and I took it off and threw it to the floor. I could tell he wanted to be in control because before I could go further, he slid my underwear off and it hung around my ankles. One of his fingers entered me and I moaned, once again. It had been way too long since I've actually experienced anything sexual and I wasn't backing out now. My fingers dug into his back and my body arched against him, craving more.

His lips met mine again as he stuck a second finger in, pulsing it in and out fast.

We were interrupted when I heard a knock on my door.

"Are you okay? I heard some strange noises from down the hall." My dad asked. "Can I come in?"

Oh, fuck me…