Hey, I really should be revising, but obviously I'm here instead…enjoy
"Right," she nodded, sat on his bed. She didn't know why she was in his room. But it seemed to be a tradition nowadays. She got ready, packed her school bag, had her breakfast, then came to sit in Jerome and Alfie's room to wait for Jerome so they could walk to school together. His bed was soft, and it smelt so…him. And as much as she didn't want to, she loved the smell. It was like washing powder, crushed rode petals and maybe a tiny bit of…cologne?
"Mara, Alfie did something again!" Jerome complained, he was stood in front of the full length mirror, still fiddling with his tie. Mara sighed, amused, before walking over to him. The tie had been knotted, and there was a small sticker. Mara peeled it off and read it aloud
"The great Alfonzo was here," she read, smiling.
"Great," Jerome sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "Help me?" Mara laughed lightly, reaching up and beginning to undo the knot. It wasn't a hard knot, but it was tight. She frowned slightly, trying to get her fingers underneath it.
Jerome looked down at her, how could someone so innocent and cute be so…irresistible? He watched her frown and bite her rosy pink lips with pearl white teeth. She was so close to him. "There!" she exclaimed happily, holding both ends of the tie in her hand. She looked up at him, only realising just how close they were. "I finished…" she trailed of quietly, suddenly shy at their close proximity
"Thank you," he whispered gratefully. And he couldn't help himself, she smelt like Jasmine flowers. He leaned down, and pressed his lips to hers. He knew he would have to pay for this later, there would be no good outcome, it would only end in tears. But right now he didn't care
She could have pushed away in all fairness, make up some lame excuse and they could have carried on as if nothing had happened. But she surprised the both of them, by pulling him by both ends of the tie, closer to her. The heat between them flared up, as they both gripped each other. It burnt through Jerome's veins and he loved it.
She staggered backwards with the force. She was getting lost in him. His smell, his taste, it was intoxicating, like a drug, a habit, except one you never wanted to quit. She fell back onto the bed, her back collapsing onto the tidy sheets, knees over the bed. He fell on top of her, managing to support himself with an arm.
Their lips moved perfectly against each others, soft yet firm. He bit her lip gently and she granted him access easily, almost naturally. This was like nothing she had ever experienced, pure electricity was flowing through her. She had never felt more alive.
"Jerome, hey man, you seen my shoe…" Alfie trailed off. Jerome managed to leap off of Mara and when Alfie walked in, the two of them were sat side by side on the bed. "Hey Mara," Alfie smiled "Are you alright? You look a little…befraggled,"
Mara smiled, patting her hair down and standing, trying to stop the blush that was slowly, but surely creeping along her cheek. "Befraggled isn't a word Alfie," she corrected, voice slightly higher pitched than normal. She coughed lightly "And you put your shoe in the games cupboard," Alfie grinned at her, and patted her on the head,
"You're amazing Mara, no wonder Je-….never mind," he waved at the both of them and waltzed out. Mara turned to face Jerome who simply smirked at her
"And here I thought you couldn't lie," he chuckled. Mara blushed once more
"Put on your tie and let's go," she suggested shakily. He smiled gently at her, standing up.
"Are we going to talk about what happened?" he asked, redoing his tie quickly.
"Jerome, I need…time," she said softly "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I'm still with Mick, and I-"
"Love him," Jerome spat "I know."
"No! I don't love him, we're too young for love!" she corrected. "And Jerome," her tone softened "I can't betray him like this…"
"Then dump him," Jerome shrugged
"It's not that simple…"
"Yes it is!" Jerome exclaimed, placing both his hands on her small shoulders, his tie now done up "It is Mara, you just don't want to see him get hurt. I get that, it's horrible to see the person you like gethurt, but it's even harder to see yourself hurt. Please Mara, if not for me, then for you,"
Mara smiled, and leaned in for a hug. Jerome wrapped his arms around her "We'll see,"
"Mara," Jerome pulled her back to look at her face "Do I have you're lip gloss on my face?" to that Mara whacked his harm gently "What? It's a good thing, I always want to ask that sort of question," they both walked out of the room to go to school "Especially if it's you're lip gloss I'm worried about," he raised his eye brows, and got whacked once more.