Tastes Like Him

( top Hayden, bottom Tatium)

There are a couple things you can expect when you go to a highschool party.

The smell of puke.

Horny teenagers going at it around every corner.

Loosing anybody you are with.

Seeing random people who probably dont even go to your school.

I walk into the house-more like mini mansion- dodging a girl and a boy who think “ kissing” is just passing beer between eachothers mouths.

“Are you sure about this Callie!” I shout over the music. She grins next to me flufffing up her hair.

“Sawyer this is THE Hayden Lawson’s house. Where else am I going to get laid by him!” She barks patting me on the shoulder. I watch as she sqeezes her way through the crowd, duxking under a flying red solo cup.

“You’re crazy.” I mutter walking over the the foldable table,the kind you use for barbecue’s in mid July, and grab a can of beer off of it. I look around teying to apot anybody who I know. “How do people consider this fun” I say to myself pressing a hand to my ear as I pass by the large speaker blasting some random rap song.

The beer tastes bitter on my tongue as I sip from it the click of the can droawned out by the yelling of sweaty teenagers coming from every direction around me. I plop onto a couch that probably costs the down payment to a house.

“Its too fucking loud for this!” I yell draining the last few drops in the can beofre standing up and grabbing a new one from a random cooler in the middle of the living room before I even realize it ive drained four cans and Im struggling to keep my eyes open.

“Ive gotta go….gotta go…to the bathroom.” I mutter to myself walking up the stairs adjacent to the living room. I have to side step three groups of kids on thw way up-two couples and one, by the looks of it, about to be threesome.

I stumble down the hall my hand pressed against the wall for support as my eyes drift over family photos of the Lawsons. They are all hung up perfectly even and proportional.

“Fucking perfectionists” I groan stepping over a pile of beer cans and a boy whose curled up in a ball sleeping. Finally after a long and treacherous journey I come to a slightly ajar door.

“Wonder where Callie is?” I say mostly to myself half to the sleeping boy.

I push the door open looking at a room that could easily fit two of mine. The wall across from me is just floor to celing windows that show the dark night on the outside. Against the wall with a nightstand on each side is a huge king sized bed fitted with gray sheets and a black bed set. I stare at the flat screen TV hanging on the wall and a walk in closet next to it.

“Ah to be rich.” I grunt stumbling to a connected bathroom. I shove open the door stepping inside.

…

I walk out of the bathroom to see the shirtless back of a boy texting on his phone. Even from just his back it’s obvious he’s muscular and goes to the gym. His hair is black and curly sitting on his head perfectly. I stare at his tan skin, he’s tall, taller than me by almost a foot.

I place a foot outside of the bathroom onto the hards wood floor.

The floor that I feel against my face as soon as I trip. I grunt flipping over and triying to catch my breath. The boy whips around.

A grin forms on his face as he walks over and crouches next to me. Now that I can see him, his eyes are green dimples from on either side of his smirk.

“Hay-Hayden?” I mumble sheilding my eyes from the light.

“Hey Tatium what are you doing?” He says in the kind of voice you would give to a five year old.

“Im….I’m….ah what was I doing?…..I dont remember.” I say sitting up and pressign a hand to my face.

“Oh really?” He licks his lips his eyes trailign down my body. “If you’re in my room I can only assume you were trying to seduce me right?” He raises his eyeborows at me.

“Uuu….yeah I was probably doing that.” I say squinting my eyes trying to remember past the alcohol, if he says that it’s most likely right.

“Hmmm…..it’s working.” He says lowly grinning down at me with white straight teeth.

“…thats good right?” I ask standing wobbily and looking at him.

“Depends…,” he says, even though im standing he still towers over me.

“I…I should go then-“

I feel his lips on mine before I see him. His tongue pushes against my lilps causing me to open them.

He takes the invitation shoving his tongue in my mouth. His arm loops around my back pressing my flush against him. My hands press agianst his bare chest as his mouth moves against mine, hot, heavy, wet.

By the time the door shuts its to late.