ok i'm back. let's keep it going
So far, so good.
It's been about 20 minutes of Chad leaning against the wall near the punch tables and he feels fine. The sweet peachy drink he'd been sipping had a hint of alcohol that burned the back of his throat as he swallowed—someone had gotten away with spiking the punch.
A few girls had come up to him twirling their hair and giggling asking if he'd wanted to dance. He declined as smoothly and nicely as he could, a signature smirk on his face as he turned down the beautiful blonde who wore a dress that was hemmed mid-thigh and fit tightly around her skinny frame.
A while after standing by himself and bobbing his head to the music like a loner, Chad moved to get more punch. Less for the thirst and more for slight numbing quality alcohol always granted.
"She's totally into me, man. By tonight, we'll be fucking. No doubt."
Chad overheard as he lifted the ladle to pour juice into his cup. Douchebags.
There are many different categories of boys on prom night—the ones who are trying to get a girlfriend, the ones there for a fun time, and the ones who are just looking for a good fuck.
"Nah. Nobody's been up that tree since Danforth. She's not gonna let you smash her, no matter how fine she is."
He paused at that. Who were they talking about?
"You wanna bet? I'll give her a little nudge. Look."
Chad risked a glance over his shoulder. Bryson and Todd were standing at the left punch table, three drinks in front of them. Bryson held a bottle discreetly to show to Todd. Benzos.
What the fuck?
"Watch. McKessie's gonna be all over me."
What the fuck?
At that moment, Chad wasn't sure what happened. His feet were moving before his brain could register anytime, the cup in his hand clattering to the ground, spilling punch onto the table. One second he was standing in front of the table, the next his fist was colliding with Bryson Hill's face.
The crunch of bone hitting bone would have been satisfying if not for the pain in his knuckles afterward. Blood spilled from Bryson's now crooked nose as he fell on his back. Screams and yells were sounded but Chad couldn't hear any of them. Was he shaking? He felt like he was shaking. The anger that flooded through him in such a short amount of time was dizzying. His knuckles were throbbing but for some reason the pain was distant.
The bottle of Valium rolled under the table, hiding behind the plastic tablecloth.
"What the hell, Danforth?" Bryson cupped his nose, trying to stop the blood that clogged his nose.
A crowd was forming around them. It probably wouldn't be long before a chaperone came to escort him out.
"Chad?"
Her voice cut through the haze. His eyes turned to her as she stood there looking confused.
Confusion quickly gave way to anger.
He didn't have time to say anything before she turned on her heels and walked towards the doors.
He pushed through the bodies around him to catch up with her.
"Taylor, wait!"
Her muscles were stiff as she sped walked out of the gym. He called for her but she didn't stop. She was halfway down the hallway before a hand grabbed her arm.
She wrenched her arm away as if it burned her flesh, turning to see Chad's concerned eyes.
"Tay—"
"What was that?" She glowered.
"I—"
"You ended it. You stopped talking to me. And when I finally go on a date with someone, you punch him in the face. I mean—honestly, what do you want from me?"
Chad visibly bristled at her words, his jaw clenched. "You don't know what he said, Tay. He's not a good guy."
"Oh, and you are?" He looked away. "What could Bryson, one of the nicest guys I've ever talked to, have possibly done to make you knock him on his ass."
Chad just looked down, his eyes frozen on his shoes.
She almost suffocated in his silence.
"Tell me," she said, her voice a little softer.
He looked up at her, his eyes hard.
"Bad things," he whispered.
He looked sincere. He looked genuinely and reasonably pissed. Maybe he was telling the truth. But she was also pissed.
"Right," She rolled her eyes irritably, "Well, whatever it was, I can take care of myself. I don't need you to fight my battles. You don't get to. Not anymore."
"Tay…"
"Stop calling me that," She said through gritted teeth, "Why do you even care? We're not together anymore. You wanted space, I gave it to you. I don't know what you want me to do."
"Nothing. I don't want you to do anything."
"Then, leave me alone."
She turned to walk away again and this time he didn't stop her. But his words did.
"I still love you."
The click of her heels stopped immediately. It was like she walked into a brick wall, her whole body pausing in motion.
"I never stopped," She could hear him gulp. "I miss you and I love you."
Taylor shook her head. "No."
Chad took a step forward. "Taylor—"
"No. You don't get to do that. You broke up with me." She spoke over her shoulder, her back tense and fists clenching at her side to keep them from shaking.
"Tay —"
"Shut up!" She whipped around and stomped toward him. "How dare you?
She pushed at his chest but he remained standing where he was. His eyes remained shut as she pushed him again.
"Look at me," Taylor growled.
A still moment passed before she saw his chocolate brown eyes.
A still moment passed before he grabbed her and pulled her into a bruising kiss.
Immediately, Taylor pushed him away and landed a well-placed, audible smack! on the side of his cheek.
It didn't faze him as he pulled her to him again, closer and tighter, almost no space between them. He pushes her back against the nearest set of lockers and she tenses, attempting to push off but he parts her lips with his tongue and suddenly her mind is blanking.
Her senses are exploding in her body. Desperation is seeping from his lips as he shoves his tongue into her mouth.
She whimpers and slides her hands in a weak, halfhearted attempt at pushing him away again but her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they grasped the lapels of his suit and pulled him closer than she thought was physically possible. Sagging against the kiss, she returned it with fervor.
She hated the way she enjoyed this. Longed for it. Every flick of his tongue, every clash of teeth ignited a heat in her chest. Something that grew each time his lips pressed more firmly to hers.
Her left arm snaked around his neck pushing his lips more insistently against hers and he let out a groan, placing his left leg between hers. His mouth was hot and wet and she almost moaned when their tongues finally met and danced in a ballroom-like fashion. A hand reached up to gently cup her cheek, a sharp contrast to the roughness of the kiss. She hated the way his fingers trailed liquid fire beneath her skin as his hands moved down the side of her body. His other hand curled around her waist and she arched against his touch.
The knee between her legs brushed up higher, almost hitting a sensitive area and she released a shudder. That's when she finally regained self-control. She managed to lean her head back against the lockers, giving barely an inch of space between their lips. Her eyes stayed closed as her eyebrows furrowed, a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Why are you doing this?" she said, her words seemed strangled.
"Tay—"
"Why?" she whispered.
"I love you, Taylor."
Another tear rolled down her cheek and he ducked his head to rest on her collarbone.
"I want to explain," He placed light kisses on the column of her neck. He kissed the trail of a fallen tear on her cheek and heard her sigh. "Please let me explain."
She let out a harsh breath before taking a deep one. Her hands were shaking.
"Can we leave? Go somewhere? Anywhere? Your choice."
She shook her head, "I don't—"
"Please," He lifted his head to meet her eyes. They were a gorgeous shade of brown, glistening in the unflattering light of the school hallway. The look in his eyes was so desperate, pleading. She couldn't refuse.
Her mouth was dry as she swallowed a lump in her throat. Not trusting her voice, she nodded hesitantly.
He breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back to give her space to move around. She immediately missed the closeness, longed to feel the heat of his body again and she knew he did too. With shaky knees, she led them down the main corridor of the school and into the English hallway. Leaving the school with him would have been dangerous. Her feelings were already a jumbled mess at the moment, and, if they left, things would end up more complicated.
Damn.
This was going to be interesting.
Uhhhh stay tuned? I didnt rlly proofread as usual but enjoyyyyyy