I have finally uploaded chapter 3 *yaaay* Sorry it took me so long, I've been absent for the last few weeks and it has drove me mad not being able to write! So as soon as I was home, I wrote this and uploaded it! I hope you guys like it :) Sorry it's a bit rubbish, I rushed it again. But anyway, enjoy this, if you can, and leave a review of what you think x
I stroll through the deserted corridors, mazing my way through the school and towards the exit. Eager to get home and relax. Or go out with Lorraine. All these emotions still bubbling around in my mind, confusing me. The feelings I felt for Lorraine never left, I just learnt to ignore them with time. But now that she's back, and looking as beautiful as ever, I can't ignore it anymore.
I hear the click-clack sound of high heels coming from around the corner, and as I turn the corner, I feel someone bang into me with a huge force.
"Oh, sorry." I apologise, not realising who it is. That was until I looked down and saw Lorraine on the floor, struggling to get back up. "Shit, Lo. I'm sorry." I hold my hand out, allowing her to take it.
"It's okay, it was my fault." She smiles, getting up, the warmth of her hand against mine causing me to shiver. Her eyes immediately fixate on mine, begging for me to come closer, to give in to all my temptations. But I don't, because she's suddenly cruelly tearing her eyes away. Our hands still touching, still generating more and more bewildering feelings.
"I should probably get going." She said, her voice low and soft.
"Yeah… Me too." I pull away my hand, instantly regretting it as I feel the coldness attack me. Lorraine smiles at me before turning to walk away. Strutting in her 3-inch heels and short and revealing Prada dress. I smile to myself, thinking about how good she looks. And before I know it, I'm chasing after her, shouting her name.
"Wait, Lo." I catch up to her, panting a little. For someone in extremely high heels, she's rather fast. "I would like to go for that drink… If the offers still up."
She giggles a little. "Yeah, I'd like that."
We arrive at the bar and take our seats, Lorraine sitting dangerously close to me. I order some drinks – a glass of red wine for Lorraine and a beer for myself. We sit in an uneasy silence for a while, both of us having something to say, but neither of us were brave enough to say it.
A few moments fly by, and in no time, me and Lorraine are in a swift conversation, chatting about the past. Laughing about the times that we would have together. Before everything went downhill.
"I've missed this." She sighs, staring at the bottom of the empty wine glass.
"Me too." I murmur slightly, feeling her hand slyly crawl further and further towards my knee.
"Why did I leave?" Her voice cracks, sadness seeping through.
"It was for the best." I lie through my teeth.
"Was it?" She asks rhetorically. "Or did it just fuck everything up?"
I sighed, speechless, not knowing the right thing to say. "Well… even if it did fuck everything up, we still gave us a try. And we were good together. Right?"
"Yeah, we were." She giggles, a beautiful grin taking over her face. "I just wish that things turned out differently."
Her smile fades once again, leaving my heart pounding out of my chest. It's my turn to be brave as I place my hand on her cheek, slowly stroking my thumb over her lips. And before I know it, I'm moving in, allowing myself to give in to all temptations. Kissing her soft lips like it's the first time. I feel her retaliate, her tongue begging for entrance which I allow. However, it was all over too soon as she's moving back, parting us.
"Come back to mine." She whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Nibbling gently on my ear. Reminding me of how we used to be. And I don't know what to do. Because I know that what I'm about to do is wrong, but I know that I won't stop.
"Thought you'd never ask." I bite my lip before pull her up from her seat, rushing out the bar with her hand in mine.
We stumble through the door, our lips attached, her hands running through my hair. Short, quick breaths. I slam the door shut, instantly pushing her against it. Placing sweet butterfly kisses along her jawline. Until she can't take much more teasing and rips my shirt off, breaking a few buttons.
Then we're making our way up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes and shoes behind us. By the time we reach her bedroom, we're both in nothing but our underwear. And it feels so right. Being with Lorraine in this way. I push her down onto the bed, clambering on top of her. Hearing her giggle.
"I've fucking missed you." She murmurs against my neck.
"I've missed fucking you."
She pulls me closer, connecting our lips once more. Passion seeping through. Her bare skin on my bare skin as I make her scream my name in a bubble of ecstasy. Fidgeting beneath my touch. My thoughts completely blurred by alcohol.
I collapse down next to her, entwining her hand in mine. And I realise just how much I've missed being with Lorraine. Missed everything about her. Every little thing. I don't know why she left Greenock, and I wish it hadn't happened. But right now, we're happy, and that's all that matters.
My eyes flicker open rapidly as the sun shines through the curtains and onto the crumpled bed sheets. For a moment, I lay there, taking in the peaceful surroundings. Listening to the sound of the kettle being boiled. I turn on my side to see Lorraine gone. Her cute cow-print pyjama trousers lay in her place. I race out of bed and into her kitchen, only to witness her dancing around in her pants to the radio. She pours us both a cup of steaming hot coffee; the aroma immediately attacking my senses.
"Morning." I say, the corners of my lips curving slightly. She turns around quickly, startled by me.
"Shit, you scared me." She exclaims whilst walking closer, handing me a cup of coffee. "Morning." She gives me a small peck on the lips before walking back into the bedroom.
I follow her like a lost puppy, perching on the edge of the bed, taking a few sips from my cup as I watch her flick through the wardrobe. She picks out a stunning pink dress with a lacy flower pattern and some 3 inch black heels – her favourite. I smile as she places her dress and shoes neatly on the bed. She sits next to me, nursing her coffee.
"Look, about last night…" I start, bowing my head in shame.
"I know, it was a mistake and you don't want me mentioning it to anyone." She murmurs before taking a gulp. "I understand."
"No, it's not like that… It's just complicated. You've been away for so long and things have changed. I've changed."
"In a good way, or a bad way?" She questions, placing her coffee on the side.
"Well, I've become the person I never wanted to be." I mumble, biting my lip. My thoughts suddenly snap back to Vix. "Shit."
"What?" She asks, confused.
"I've got to go." I rush, tugging on my jeans and shirt. "I'm so sorry. I'll text you later or something." I say before collecting my things and leave, slamming the door shut behind me. Giving no time to explain or answer questions. I lean against the door for a moment, breathing in the cold fresh air. Clearing my mind before slumping into my car and speeding off back home, my thoughts muddled and twisted.
And as a tear fell down my face, I realised that I had well and truly fucked everything up…
Thank you for reading this chapter. I will upload the next chapter sometime after Christmas. I am sorry that I disappeared for a few months, but I am back now, and I plan on staying! Have a good Christmas and a happy new year :) xox
