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Emmy
After Science, the rest of the day goes by quickly. The girls and I spend lunch huddled together, talking about the party.
Gym is pretty tame as well. Brittany still gives me death glares, but we spend the hour out on the track running. So it’s easy enough to avoid her.
I just run with my girls. By the end of the hour, I am sucking in hard gulps of air. Man, I need to work out more. I’m way out of shape.
Every once in a while I'd look to find Oliver or one of his boys looking at me. Not outright staring, but stealing glances every now and then.
Art was a lot of fun, I really enjoyed painting.
Now that the girls and I are back in our room and have showered, Charlie and I finish doing our makeup while discussing clothes.
I have no clue what to wear. I didn't come here with that much, and Charlie and I can't go shopping until tomorrow.
I already received money in my school account but, because you have to put in a request at the office to get a guard assigned to go with you, it was too short of a notice to do it last weekend so we had to settle for this weekend.
"Don't worry, Em. You can borrow something from me," Charlie says, as she rifles through her side of the closet.
"Or mine," Lissy says, looking back at me in the mirror as she completes her makeup.
Her long black hair is hanging straight down her back. Her dress is silver and ends right above her knee. It shows just enough boob without looking trashy. Her eyeshadow matches well with her dress and her lips are painted a crimson red.
Charlie is wearing a black skirt with a white crop top that shows her black bra through the fabric. Her long pink hair flows over her shoulders in loose curls. She did a smokey eye with bright red lips.
She looks so amazingly sexy.
I can't stop looking at her ass when she bends over to grab a pair of black heels with silver studs.
Quickly, I turn my head, right as she turns back to face my way. I hope she didn't notice me looking. But, when I look up, I see it’s Lissy who caught me, as she watches in the mirror with a sly smile.
I quickly look down at my hands and finish painting my nails a dark green color. My cheeks must be burning bright red right now.
I know it's only been a week, but I'm admitting it. I've officially fallen hard for Charlie. This crush is becoming something more to me, and I know I could easily fall in love with this girl. I want her to be my girlfriend but I don't wanna say anything to her right now, because it might be too soon and I don't wanna scare her off. I also don’t want to come off like some obsessed and clingy creeper.
She’s become my best friend, my person. She already gets me and understands me more than anyone I know.
When she talks, I listen to every word, enjoying the sound of her voice.
When I'm around her, I can so easily be myself. I’ve laughed and smiled more in the last week than I have in years.
Sometimes, I think she feels something for me. I've found her stealing glances at me, giving me small smiles when I catch her.
She never looks embarrassed about getting caught. It’s like, she’s happy that I notice.
Charlie tosses me an outfit. "Wear this. You're smoking hot. You need to show off those sexy tattoos."
I hold up a pair of black jean shorts, then a cute strapless maroon crop top that just covers the boobs.
"You're going to have to wear a strapless bra, but that outfit will show off all your gorgeous tattoos. Plus, it gets kind of hot down there after a while. This way you can keep cool and not sweat off your makeup."
I get dressed. Not caring if the girls see me naked. One, we all room together, and two, I'd be okay if Charlie looked at my body. Hopefully, she'll like what she sees.
When I'm done, I look at myself in the mirror. Damn, I do look good in this outfit.
"Fuck,” Charlie says with a heated look as she checks me out. “Those boys don't know what they're in for,” she whispers more to herself than to me.
I don't know what she means by that, but I’m really loving how she's looking at me right now. It’s taking everything in me not to just go up to her and kiss the fuck out of her.
As for the guys, I'd be okay with Ben's attention. Hell, even Talon’s.
But Oliver can eat his own heart out when he gets a look at me.
THE GUARD HAS JUST finished his last check for the night and we wait ten minutes, making sure he’s long gone.
Quietly, we lock our door and sneak down the stairs. Once we get to the main level, we keep going down until we get to the basement, stopping next to a big steel door.
Charlie knocks on it three times, then waits a moment and knocks again.
The door opens and behind it, there is some guy with a shaved head, black shirt, and jeans. He nods his head at Charlie as we walk by.
"What's with the knock?" I ask Charlie, as we walk down a hall that feels never ending.
"The knock lets the guy at the door know it's one of the older students. We don't want any of the younger kids down here. It’s not safe. Plus, since the legal drinking age is 18 in Alberta, we are able to drink, they are not. We don't wanna risk them getting hurt. Imagine how bad that would look to our probation officer.”
I nod. "Makes sense."
After what feels like forever, we come to another door and behind it, I can hear the sound of a very low bass.
But, when Charlie opens the door, the music cascades out, filling the hallway with its noise. It sounds like a nightclub. That door is crazy soundproof.
“Turn Down For What” by DJ Snake and Lil John blasts from the speakers in the corner. The space isn’t very big, but it’s big enough to fit the upperclassmen.
There’s an iPod hooked up to the speakers and to the right is a table with cups and what looks like bottles of some kind of liquor.
Chairs line the walls around the room and there’s an old couch in the corner next to the door. In the middle of the room, there is an open space with a few students dancing.
Charlie takes my hand and drags me to the drink table. She pours something in a few glasses, then hands me and Lissy one each before picking up her own.
"Cheers, bitches! Here's to a night of fun and hoping we don't remember it in the morning." We clink our cups and down the drinks. Whatever it is, it burns like a bitch on its way down.
"God, that tastes like ass," I say, scrunching up my face with distaste.
"It's the cheap stuff but it does the trick," Charlie replies with a giggle, refilling my cup but adding pop this time. "That should help." She hands me my cup.
I take a sip. It’s still crap but more tolerable.
As we nurse the drinks and sway our hips to the music, I look around the room. Everyone seems to be having fun, dancing, getting drunk, and smoking what smells like weed. I even see a few people that look like they are close to having sex.
Then my gaze lands on them. They're sitting on the once empty couch. They must have gotten here right after us.
Oliver is wearing a plain black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. Simple while still sexy. His dark brown hair is styled messily.
Ben is next to him, wearing a dark green baggy hoodie and black ripped jeans. He looks so relaxed and comfy, yet somehow still looks like an Irish god.
Talon has on a red hoodie. The zipper is open so you can see the white shirt under it and a pair of black sweatpants.
How can these guys make normal clothes look like something fashion models would wear?
Talon’s at the other end of the couch with some chick on his lap. Her tits are practically pushed up in his face. He whispers something in her ear, causing her to giggle as she runs her hand through his blonde hair.
Looking at that skank, rubbing herself all over him, is giving me a sour feeling at the pit of my stomach.
I don't know why I care, but the idea of any girl touching any one of them pisses me off.
Even Oliver, because even though we're not on good terms, I still love him. I can't believe I'm finally admitting it to myself, but it's true, and being here at this school with him is making it harder to lie to myself.
Even after what he did to me, love like that doesn't just die because you want it to. It festers below the surface, slowly eating away at your heart.
"Come on, let's dance!" Charlie says, as she takes our drinks and sets them down before tugging on my arm to drag me out on the dance floor.
“Shake That” by Eminem ft. Nate Dogg is playing.
They seem to be playing only older songs, not that I'm complaining because that is my preferred music anyways.
Charlie grabs my hips and pulls me closer to her. My arms wrap around her shoulders, as we start dancing and grinding on each other.
No doubt, the guys are enjoying the show. But I don't look around to check. All I can do is look into Charlie's eyes. A sexy smile plays on her lips as her eyes peer into mine.
We dance to a few songs, taking drink breaks in between. After the song ends, Charlie leads me to a dark corner.
Turning to look at me, a nervous look fills her face, before she puts her mouth close to my ear so she can be heard over the music. Her lips lightly graze my ear causing an eruption of butterflies to take flight in my stomach. "Can I tell you something?" she asks. Her breath is tickling my neck and sending a shiver down my spine, right to my clit.
My body flushes with arousal.
She leans back so that she can see my face again. I nod my head to answer her question, too affected by her to be able to answer with words.
She puts her forehead to mine for a moment, like she's trying to build up the confidence to say what she's gonna say next. My breathing starts to grow heavy at how close she is to me right now.
Charlie takes a deep breath, her forehead still pressed to mine with our eyes closed. "I might regret being this bold later, depending on how this conversation ends, but I need to say this before I lose my nerve."
My heart starts beating like a hummingbird’s wings. I start sweating in anticipation of what she's gonna say next.
She leans back again and looks into my eyes.
"I know it's only been a week, but in that time I feel like we’ve really gotten to know each other. I’ve never felt so connected to another person before. I feel like I can talk to you about anything without the fear of being judged. You make me feel free and like it's okay to be myself," she states, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath again, and blowing it out as she opens her eyes again.
"I really don't want to lose you. And no matter what your answer is, I want to stay friends."
"Charlie, you can tell me anything. Always," I breathe. The suspense is killing me.
Nodding her head, she continues. "I like you. More than as a friend. I'm crazily attracted to you. You're so smart, talented, and beautiful. You're so weird, but in an adorable way." She smiles a cute half smile.
My body sags in relief at her words, and I huff out a laugh under my breath, looking down at my hands then back up to look her in the eyes again.
"I've never felt like this with any other girl before. So, what I'm asking is, could there be some small, tiny chance that you feel something for me too?" she asks with hopeful eyes.
I keep my face blank when in reality, I'm flipping out inside my head, doing a happy dance while jumping for joy, like I just won a million dollars.
"No," I say.
Her smile falls from her face, and she looks like someone just kicked her puppy.
"There's a big chance because I feel the same way about you," I say with a slowly growing grin.
She smiles wide again. "You little bitch!" she laughs, shaking her head. "If I wasn't so head over heels for you, I'd totally bitch slap you right now for scaring me like that!"
Laughing at her response, I grab her hands. "Charlie, I have to be honest with you. I've never been with a girl before. After what happened with Oliver, I've never dated anyone. It's all new to me. I've never had a relationship. Oliver and I were just friends before whatever happened between us. I have no idea what I'm doing and don't have the first clue on how to be someone's girlfriend."
I am afraid that all these things will be a deal breaker, but she eases my fears when she pushes me up against the wall behind us.
Pinning me in place with her hips, she looks deep into my eyes. "Don't be concerned about that. Nothing much will change. It will be like we are now. Best friends, but with benefits," she smiles with a wink. "I'll take care of you. I'll show you what to do. You don't have to worry. There won't be any judgment from me."
Smiling with a nod, I let out a happy sigh.
Her eyes move from my eyes to my lips and she bites her lower lip before looking back up at me. "Can I kiss you?" she asks in a shy voice.
I nod my head again with a smile and close my eyes.
Her warm lips press into mine, as she kisses me slow and sweet. Her tongue sweeps against my lower lip, asking for entrance. When I open for her, she slips her tongue in to touch mine. I grab the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. Charlie pushes the rest of her body up against mine. We kiss like it’s our last breath before she pulls back with the biggest smile on her face, leaving us both panting hard.
“Wow!" is all I can say, as my head spins in a lusty haze. A dopey smile plastered to my face.
My panties are drenched and I want her more than I've ever wanted anything before. But, this is new and I have no idea what to do.
Nonetheless, right now, I have a very strong urge to rip her clothes off and fuck her right here in front of everyone. Not that I would know the first thing about what to do with a girl.
"Yeah, that was the hottest kiss I've ever had," she says, her voice filled with lust.
I give her a shy look. "Really? I mean, same. But, even though I’ve only ever kissed one other person, I have a feeling that if there were more, that kiss would still have blown all others right out of the park." The words won't stop coming out of my mouth but my smile grows along with my nervousness.
Nervous rambling at it’s finest, but she still continues to smile.
"Really? Trust me. Kissing? Yeah, you rock that shit!"
Blushing, I look down.
"You're so adorable." She reaches up and takes my chin in her hand, making me look back up at her.
She leans over and gives me another quick but sweet kiss.
"Soooo,” I drag out. “At the risk of sounding like a total nerd... are we like, together now?" I ask, awkwardly.
"Do you want to be together?" Her face filled with a wistful expression.
"Yes!” I nod a little too eagerly. “I'd really like to see where this goes. It might seem fast to others," I say. "But it feels right to me."
She smiles at me, taking both hands and bringing them to her lips with a kiss. "Well then, Miss Knox. Will you do me the honor of becoming my sexy, beautiful, amazing girlfriend?" she asks with a sensual smile.
I laugh. "You're so cheesy.” My smile is big and confident now. “But yes. I'd love to be your girlfriend."
"Good, because you're mine now!" she replies with a growl as she gives me a hard, scorchingly hot kiss before dragging me back out to the dance floor.