Reluctantly Yours

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Chapter 4

I woke up and began to get ready for school. It was Friday and Jessie has been repeatedly asking me to go to the party with her. Finally, I gave in. I had never been to a party before, so this would be my first, assuming that my dad will let me go. She said she was picking me up tonight at eight so she could get me ready and I just nodded in submission.

I hurried and left her at her locker so that I could make it to first period on time. I paused for a fraction of a second to see that Shane was already seated. I had spent a minimal amount of time with him, discussing only the project, keeping my answers short, leaving no room for excess conversation.

I sat in my seat and he glanced at me, but I avoided his gaze by keeping my eyes glued to my desk, just like every other day that week.

The day seemed to fly by and before I realized it, it was already lunchtime. I sat at the usual spot, across from Cooper and Shane while just listening to music with my earbuds and picking at the food on my plate, taking small bites of the turkey sandwich.

I turned when I felt a tap on my shoulder and Jessie was smiling down at me. I pulled my earbuds out and she sat down next to me. She was bouncing excitedly on the edge of her seat, which indicated that she wasn't staying long.

"Hey Jazz. I feel like I should come over instead to help you get ready for the party, since my clothes would probably be too big for you, so does after school sound okay?"

I thought for a second and nodded. She smiled and clapped her hands in excitement. "Yay. This is gonna be epic! This is your first party, so you're definitely gonna have to have a beer or two. Have you ever drank alcohol before?"

My eyes widened as I slowly shook my head. I've never even touched a beer can or bottle in my life, let alone drank any of it. She shrugged nonchalantly and said "That's okay. You can drink as much as you want tonight, since I'm the designated driver, I can only have two beers at maximum. You're going to have so much fun. I can't wait. Anyways, I'll come over after I grab my stuff. See you later," she said.

With that said, she walked away and I turned back to face forwards. Both Cooper and Shane were looking at me.

"Didn't picture you as a party girl Jazz. I bet you'd get down and dirty at any party eh," Cooper said. My face flushed and I looked down at the table. I was grateful when Shane came to my aid.

"Leave her alone Coop," Shane scolded.

"What? I was just saying. I'd like to see her in a party dress. I remember once, she came to school without a hoodie and only wearing a stretchy tank. She's got a nice rack on her. Like to see how far she'd let me go at a party," Cooper said.

My face was burning with heat and my hands shook as I lifted them above the table. Sadly, it was noticeable, which didn't look good on my part because Cooper decided to make a perverted statement about it.

"See, look at her. If I could do that with a few words, she'd be trembling with just one touch. She's probably turned on right now so-" I jumped when Shane raised his voice a little.

"Cooper! That's enough," Shane barked. I didn't stick around to hear if there was anymore argument. I just wanted to leave. With my shaking hands, I picked up my tray and quickly threw it away and then shoved through the doors that led outside.

I rushed to my car in the parking lot. I didn't care about my other classes. I just wanted to get away from there as quickly as possible. I walked quickly and pulled my keys from my pocket. I heard the doors burst open behind me but I didn't dare look back.

"Bambi, wait up," Shane called. I froze at his voice but I didn't turn around. I heard his footsteps pounding as he caught up to me.

"You forgot your phone," he said, now in front of me and holding out my phone. I took it from his hands and pocketed it. "Just ignore what Cooper said. He didn't really mean anything by it, he just needs to get laid," he said. I kept my eyes glued to his black Doc Martens on the ground.

When he spoke again, I heard sincere concern in his voice. "Bambi, don't mind him. He's stupid." I still didn't say anything. I felt his forefinger lift my chin up so that I had to face him.

"Jasmine," he said softly. "It's okay. Anyone can look at you and see that what he said probably wasn't true. You shouldn't listen to other people when they talk about other people because they never know the whole story and they're wrong."

I thought of what Isabel said at dinner that night. She said he was bad news, but I remember thinking otherwise. He never seemed like that type of guy. He was always nice to me, not the criminal type that everyone makes him out to be.

We were just standing there, staring at each other's eyes. He took a half step closer and I sucked in a sharp breath. He was so… close. I could smell his natural, minty scent and his clean aftershave. I was about a foot shorter than him so I had to crane my neck to look up at him.

"Tell me how I can make you feel better Bambi," he said quietly. His ghost smile appeared and I felt my breathing falter. He was doing strange things to me. My stomach was doing somersaults, my heart was on overdrive, and my breathing was ragged. Without thinking, I said "Kiss me."

My eyes widened in surprise and I realized that I needed to take it back immediately. "I didn't mean to say-" he cut me off with a finger to my lips. Then he cupped my small face in his large hands and leaned closer. I didn't dare to breath. His eyes were slowly drawing closer to my face and I still wasn't breathing. He angled his head and pressed his lips against mine. As if on reflex, my eyelids fluttered shut.

Only a few seconds later, though it felt like an eternity, he pulled back. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to. I kept them closed, replaying the moment when his soft lips met mine. My mouth was still parted and I was finally breathing again, though it was nowhere near steady.

"Bambi? You okay?" I didn't say anything. I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes. Then I opened them, blinking rapidly. That wasn't what I was expecting at all. My first kiss was in a school parking lot with a guy that I barely knew. That'd be an interesting story to tell my kids.

"I- uh- I just… um… I should uh-" I had no idea what to say. I was literally speechless. No words would form, at least not any coherent words. I squeezed my eyes closed again, trying to gather my thoughts, but it didn't help when I reopened them to see Shane's full smile fill my vision. God, he was ruggedly beautiful. I had no other ways to describe him. That's just it. His smile was mind blowing.

"Uh… I should- I should go. I really need to go. I'll go now. I'm uh… going now…" I sounded like a song on repeat. Before he or I could say anything else, I flung my car door open and jumped inside and started the engine. It wasn't until I started backing out that I realized I hadn't shut my door yet. I mentally smacked myself and quickly slammed the door closed.

I sped home, not wanting to deal with the school anymore, grateful that Dad said he'd be working later than usual. I got to the empty house and went upstairs. I threw myself on the bed and replayed that moment over and over again. It was… not the first kiss scene that I had imagined, but it was still perfect. It was better than the books and movies described it and it was amazing… All the way until he pulled away and I started babbling like a baby.

I must have been there for quite a while because a little later, there was a knock at the front door. I went down to open it and Jessie was standing there, bag in hand. She smiled at me and walked in.

"Okay, now we can get started on the party preparations. You need to look glamorous and have all the guys drooling over you. Capíche?" I only stared at her in disbelief.

She made her way up to my room and set her bag on my bed. Come here Jazzy and let mommy do her magic. I sighed and followed her instructions.

Almost an hour later, I stood in front of the full length mirror hanging on my door and was surprised to see the almost decent looking girl staring back at me. My black, wavy hair was hanging down a little above my elbows. She had put me in a dress that showed all my cleavage, was a little above knee length, and had a small slit in the thigh. It was a dark purple sleeveless number with a plunging v neckline.

If I had thigh highs, I would look like a first class slut, to put it bluntly. Jessie appraised me as hot and sexy, but I thought it was much too skimpy. My breasts were spilling over the top, since this dress was bought by her and she got a size too small, though she said it was better like that anyways.

I wore a pair of strappy wedge heels that were black and I had painted my toenails purple to match the dress. I actually kind of liked it, but it would be better if this dress wasn't so tight. Jessie was also looking good in a black miniskirt with a light blue off the shoulder top. Her black stilettos looked like they could be a deadly weapon, but they made her long legs look even better.

Her blonde hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail, with a few tendrils of hair to frame her face. As I looked back at her, I knew that I could, in no way, compete with her beauty. Her blue eyes popped with the blouse and her high cheekbones stood out. Jessie was honestly model worthy because she was five foot nine and she had curves in all the right places.

She seemed us ready to leave, so that's exactly what we did. I was glad that Dad was actually letting me go to this party. I honestly didn't think he would, but a part of me was hoping he would say no. I just hoped that things didn't get too crazy tonight because I don't think that I would be able to deal with all of that.

We pulled up to the house about twenty minutes later. This house, or I should say mansion, was in a more secluded area. There weren't any neighbors within half a mile but it was kind of a good thing, since the music blaring from the house would probably get a complaint to the police.

I followed Jessie into the crowd of people. There were so many dancing and drinking and hanging out and it was all a little overwhelming. I saw the flash across my vision again and I took a deep breath. I could do this, couldn't I? I decided that I could after I followed Jessie to the drink table. She handed me a can of beer and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Never take a drink from somebody unless it's handed to you directly from me or its in an unopened can, got it?" I nodded and filed that piece of information away. I opened the can of beer and took my first sip, but it almost made me puke. It wasn't absolutely terrible, but it was still pretty nasty. I wasn't drinking anymore of this stuff.

Jessie saw my reaction and laughed. "I know, it tastes like complete crap, but after a while, you'll get used to it," Jessie said. I highly doubted I would, because I wasn't putting anymore of that foul tasting stuff in my mouth.

Jessie went off with some guy that had asked her to dance and while she was walking away, she turned back and winked at me with a smile. I stood mostly in the corner the whole time, watching people have fun around me. At some point, I found out that they had some sodas in the kitchen so I gladly got myself a can of Mountain Dew.

I stood against the wall, rejecting multiple guys that had asked for a dance or offered me a drink. I was getting ready to decline another offer when a finger tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped in surpise when a familiar voice whispered in my ear.

"Hey Bambi. You look beautiful tonight." I looked over and wrinkled my nose.

"Are you drunk," I asked, even though I didn't smell any alcohol on him, I still had to ask. He laughed and shook his head. "No. I haven't drank anything yet. I was just saying you look good tonight."

I raised an eyebrow in challenge. "So you're saying that I don't look okay at any other time?" He blinked rapidly as he looked down at me. I didn't know where the witty boldness came from. I was expecting to feel awkward, and thought that I would have run away, but yet I was still standing here, talking to him.

"No. I wasn't saying that," he said with a smirk. He moved closer, his head bent down to look at me. I took a deep breath. "You know, I've been thinking about earlier Bambi. And I've come to a hypothesis," he began. Then his look grew thoughtful and he smiled. "I think that you… might want me," he said with a lopsided grin.

He leaned over me, hands pressed against the wall on both sides of my head as he towered over my five foot four frame with his six foot three frame. He leaned closer, his dark hair falling over his golden flecked chocolate eyes.

"What's wrong," he asks, his husky, rough edged voice whispered. "You seem... Uneasy."

My mind went blank. My heart hammered in my chest as I fumbled for words, making me sound like a Sims character.

His lopsided grin was heart stopping and I thought about how unfair it was that he have this effect on me.

He leaned just a little closer, his soft, luscious, minty breath fanning over my face.

"What's wrong," he asks again. "Having a few technical difficulties?"

More like sexual difficulties. God, I needed a life. He leaned closer and closer until finally, he pressed his lips to mine, just like he had earlier. The thing was, I wasn't trying to get away from him. In fact, I was trying to bring him closer. I wanted him as close as possible.

He cupped my face gently in his hands, just as he had earlier. I reached up and put my hands around his neck, pulling him down to me while I stood on my tip toes. His mouth opened and I felt his warm tongue graze my lips, asking for an entrance. The sad (or amazing, depending on how you looked at it) part was that I allowed him that access. I parted my lips and he slid his tongue in between, letting it travel and discover around my mouth.

He pulled back after a minute or two and looked down at me in surprise. "Did you just bite my lip?" I found myself smiling wickedly as I looked at him.

"What if I had?" He gave me a full smile and bent down to my ear. "Dance with me," he said. I didn't want to. I wanted to say no, just like I did with every other guy who gave me the same offer. Instead of declining, I found myself nodding and he pulled me into the throng of dancing couples. It wasn't even a slow song, but he wrapped his arms around my lower back and slowly swayed to the music while I placed my hands on his shoulders.

We just stayed like that, staring at each other. After a few seconds, he pulled me closer and I laid my head against his chest as his arms tightened around me. I closed my eyes and matched my breathing to his. We danced to quite a few songs and he pulled away after a while.

"I need to go Bambi. I'll see you later," he said into my ear. I nodded in understanding and he kissed my cheek. Then my forehead, then my other cheek, until finally, his lips found mine once more. He pulled back again and he walked away after giving me a smile.

I was a little dizzy and disoriented. I had no idea why I had let him do that to me. I didn't know him that well, yet I had danced with him and kissed him. I didn't regret it though. I wanted more of it because it was absolutely amazing. I looked around, searching for Jessie, and as if she had read my thoughts, she came stumbling towards me.

"Okay, okay," she slurred. "I may have had more than two drinks, but I'm staying the night here with Ace. Take my car home and I'll come get it tomorrow," she said, handing me the set of keys. The guy whom she had been dancing with came up and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the stairs. She smiled and waved at me before dutifully following who I presumed to be Ace.

I looked around and shoved through the crowd. I was ready to go home anyways, but I felt kind of weird leaving without Jessie and taking her car home. I don't think I would ever come to a party again. They weren't my thing, and neither was all the drinking, dancing, loud music, and crowds of people. I found the door and headed outside into the fresh night air, taking in lungfuls of the clean oxygen.

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