Chapter Four
Mistake
AN- Just to warn you, this chapter has some sex in it, but most of it is just left for your imagination. But, if you don't want to read it, just skip this chapter, It's going to be a short one so that you can skip it. A little bit of drama, but most of the drama will be in the next chapter so everybody can read it. BUT, I am holding that chapter hostage. All I'm asking is 2 reviews. JUST TWO! If you don't want to read this chapter, you can review any of the past 3 chapters. When I get my reviews, I'll post more. Thanx3
We sat on his brown leather couch, movie playing in the background. It was in the background because, he wasn't exactly focused on the move, - and was determined to make me feel the same way.
"You're a shy girl, Alya." I looked at him strangely. I'm anything but shy. I scream at everybody, and do the craziest things. I don't care what people think. I just don't like people that stare. It's uncomfortable, weird.
"No I'm not," I whispered back. He tightened his grip around my waist,
"Prove it."
"How?" I don't like when people get the wrong idea. Me being shy? Definitely the wrong idea.
"Kiss me," He replied. This confused me. The guy should kiss the girl, not the other way around.
"You kiss me," I countered back.
"I told you so, you're shy." I glared at his puppy dog brown eyes, and focused entirely on last Summer, when I had my first kiss with Oliver Wood, and I kissed Frank.
"I'm not shy," I said angrily after breaking the kiss.
"You're not shy," he replied before immediately going back to my lips. And we were making out on his couch, and nobody was their. And soon his hand was in my pants, and I didn't know what to do.
"I'm not a whore," I muttered.
"You're right you're not." He replied, going back to what he was doing. Sure it felt good, but that's not the point.
"I'm not a whore," I repeated. He sighed, frustrated.
"This doesn't make you a whore."
"It kind of does."
"Are you doing this with other guys?" He asked, accusingly.
"No," I whispered.
"Then you're not a whore."
"Don't make me a whore," I whispered, almost in tears. He ignored me, and licked his two fingers.
"This works better," He replied with finality. And I bit my lip, and sucked it up, 'cuz this is what I wanted in the first place, wasn't it? To hook up with Frank? To make Fred jealous? This is what I want, I reminded myself.