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Chapter Ten

Adrien's POV

Two hours into the party and I can't find Preston. It's nearing one in the morning. Many people were already drunk or high off their horses. Kourtney disappeared after talking to some football jock. Asher and Daniel had also disappeared and were most likely getting it on, so it was just me, Phoebe, and Joseph. Last time I checked, Preston went off somewhere with Marci and now, they still weren't back.

I couldn't help the way my chest squeezed and burned. What were they doing that was taking them so long? I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but the most logical one seemed to be that they were most likely hooking up somewhere. Why else would they be taking a long time?

I wouldn't push it past Marci to try anyways. A Halloween party was the perfect time to make her move — she didn't need me to help her. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to rid the thoughts out of my head. I dipped my head back and chugged more of my drink. The more I thought about Preston and Marci together, dating, the more I wanted to drink and forget about it. To numb the feelings I felt.

I didn't want them to be together. Hell, I didn't want Preston to be with anyone else. Was it wrong of me to say that? I couldn't help it. These feelings for Preston were so strong and I didn't know what to do with them. They were so strong, that I got chest pain just thinking about him, like I was going crazy.

I took another sip of my drink.

"Easy there Adrien — if you keep going at this rate you'll get pissed ass drunk," Phoebe said to me. I glanced to her with a frown, feeling the burn of alcohol seeping down my throat. It was already hitting me. I could feel the warmth in my head, pooling all the way down to my feet. My body felt loose and relaxed.

When I didn't say anything, Phoebe spoke again, looking concerned, "are you okay Adrien? I've never seen you drink so much."

"I'm fine," I lied, looking down at the drink in my hands. Phoebe's heels stepped into view. I felt her hand touch my shoulder, making me look back up at her. She was frowning at me.

"You don't look fine. What's wrong?"

I shook my head. Suddenly, tears burned my eyes and I couldn't stop them. My heart ached in my chest, thoughts of Preston and Marci burning my mind. I blamed the alcohol in my system for the sudden rush of emotions. They hit me like a hurricane, sweeping me off my feet and taking me under. No matter how many times I said I was fine, I really wasn't.

I really wasn't.

"Adrien??" Phoebe's eyes widened as hot tears started rolling down my cheeks. I quickly wiped at them but more kept coming, sliding down my face, dripping under my chin. Her brows pinched together in concern, and she quickly placed her hand on my back, rubbing circles, "oh hun, what's wrong? Please tell me."

"I like Preston," I admitted. She looked at me in surprise. A sob bubbled up my throat, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I started crying, "I-I don't know why I like him so much! A-and he's been gone with Marci for so long!"

I couldn't stop rambling. The confession just came out of me. I was unable to hold back my feelings.

Phoebe didn't say anything at first. She briefly looked over to Joseph, who had a frown on his face, before she turned back to me, "come on...let's go outside. Get some fresh air."

I nodded my head. The three of us pushed our way through the crowd, Joseph and Phoebe walking on either side of me as we headed to the front door. When we stepped outside, I let out a breath as a cool breeze touched my skin, Phoebe leading me down the front porch steps and onto the yard, just moving away from the party scene for privacy.

We stopped once we reached the side of the house. I leaned back against the wall, inhaling a deep breath as to stop crying, but it didn't work too well. Phoebe looking at me with a reassuring smile.

"So...what's this about liking Preston, hm?"

"I..." I paused, hesitating on my words before I shook my head, "it's...nothing."

"It's not nothing," Joseph cut in, making me glance to him, "you're clearly upset. When did you start liking him?"

"I-I don't know. I feel like I have for a while but I just haven't noticed...? T-this past week...especially at the assembly, w-was when it really struck me."

"Okay...and why are you so upset right now?" Phoebe asked genuinely.

I released a heavy sigh, "Marci...had asked me earlier this week if I could be her wing-man. She wanted me to help her get with Preston because she likes him. And I just...I-I don't know. Preston went off with her somewhere and they still haven't came back so—"

"Okay," Phoebe cut me off before I could start rambling, and she turned to Joseph, "stay here with Adrien. I'm going to go find Preston and tell him to get his ass over here."

My eyes widened at her, panic rushing through me, "what?? N-no! Phoebe!"

"What?" Phoebe turned back to me, eyebrow raised, "quite frankly, I've had enough of this oh, what if he doesn't like me shit. Now that I know you like him Preston needs to stop being a fucking wuss. So I'm going to get him."

Before I could say anything and stop her, Phoebe was making her way back inside the house, leaving me to slump back against the wall outside.


Preston's POV

Marci was seriously annoying me.

Two hours into the party and I haven't made a single move on Adrien. Why? Because Marci wouldn't leave me the fuck alone. I wasn't trying to sound mean because she's my friend and I respect her, but holy fuck she's getting on my last nerve. She's been clinging onto me like a leech since the party started. Every time I try to leave or go to talk to Adrien, she's pulling me back and starting more conversation. And to make things worse, I felt like Adrien was avoiding me.

She told me we wouldn't take long to get food, but now she's dragged me to the living room, where we're talking to a few people of my football friends and seniors from the rugby team.

I was getting impatient. I just wanted to be alone with Adrien so that I could make my move. I couldn't even see where Adrien left off to, because when I looked back to the dining room everyone was gone.

The music was loud. It rung in my ears. The living room was crowded with bodies, drunk teenagers laughing and dancing around like idiots. A group of teens were playing a game of spin the bottle. There was a couple on the couch making out, and I was close to telling them to get a room. I sighed and took a sip of my drink. It was the third one I had tonight and I was starting to feel the warmth tingle all the way down to my toes. I was getting tipsy.

"You okay Preston?" I glanced over to Marci. She was looking up at me with a curious gaze, her hand running up along my shoulder. I fought the urge to smack her hand away and sighed.

"Yea, I'm fine. Just thinking," I shrugged. Marci nodded, a smile on her face as she stepped closer. I took a sip of my drink. I blinked as she placed her hand on my chest, biting her lip.

"Hey...so I've been meaning to ask you something since the party started," She started. She wrapped her arms around my neck, catching me off guard. I put my drink down onto the coffee table, moving to take her hands off me.

"Marci—"

"Preston!" I heard someone call my name. I frowned and glanced around before my eyes caught sight of

Phoebe.

"Phoebe?" I raised a brow at her. She stopped in front of me, Marci glancing over at her from where she stood beside me, dropping her arms from around my neck. She clearly looked annoyed, but Phoebe didn't care.

"Hey, can you come with me for a second? I need to talk to you," Phoebe said. I raised a brow at her, but before I could say anything, and before Marci could stop us, she was grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the kitchen. Though, I couldn't complain. Getting away from Marci was exactly what I needed at this point.

When we reached the kitchen, Phoebe pushed past a group of drunk teenage girls to get to the buffet table. She grabbed a slice of pizza and took a large bite of it. Then, she was turning her gaze to me. I raised a brow.

"What is it?"

"Adrien's been crying," Phoebe said. Instantly, my worry spiked. He was crying? Did something happen?

"Did something happen to him??" I furrowed my brows at Phoebe, chest pinching at the thought of Adrien upset. Phoebe released a heavy sigh, dropping her pizza down onto a paper towel.

"He's crying because he likes you, Preston," Phoebe explained. I blinked, slightly taken aback, "seeing you with Marci is upsetting him. And you know how Adrien is. He's too nice so he probably would have kept it to himself and let Marci have her chance at you, no matter how much it hurt him. I feel like he only told me because he's partially drunk, but yea."

I frowned, releasing a heavy sigh. I ran my fingers through my hair, "I've been trying to get away from Marci all night, but she's so persistent."

"Okay! Plan," Phoebe grinned. She flicked her hair off her shoulder, placing a hand on her hip, "I will distract her. I'll lead her somewhere else so you can go to Adrien and snatch him up. I'll keep touch by text. So keep your notifs on."

I nodded my head, slumping my shoulders in relief, "thanks, Phoebe. You're really saving my ass."

"No need to thank me!" Phoebe laughed. She smirked and patted my shoulder, "now, stay here until the close is clear, and then go get your man. Adrien is outside with Joseph at the side of the house."

I nodded my head. Phoebe hurried off, and I stayed put in the kitchen, watching as she walked back over to Marci. I watched as they conversed, before they were walking out of the living room heading off who knows where. Once they were out of sight, I took a deep breath, and made my way over to Adrien.

I pushed through the crowd of teens and hurried my way outside. The breeze was cool, brushing against my skin. I walked down the porch steps and looked around, making my way to the side of the house.

It was dark outside minus the porch lights, and I could still hear the music thumping from inside. When I turned the corner, I stopped to see Adrien sitting down on the grass, his police hat sitting on the ground beside him, his back leaning against the wall. Joseph was with him, keeping him company, but when he noticed me round the corner, he stood up.

I nodded my head at him. Joseph smiled, briefly clasping my shoulder as if saying good luck before he walked off. I turned my gaze back to Adrien. He was looking down at the grass, knees pulled to his chest, but as I walked over to him, his gaze lifted to me.

"P-Preston..." Adrien bit his lip. I smiled softly at him, hands shoved in my pockets. I could tell he had been crying — his eyes were a bit pink, and his voice was a bit shaky. I felt guilty knowing that was part of the reason why he was so upset, but at the same time...knowing that he felt that way because he liked me, was relieving.

"Hey," I replied softly. Adrien stood up from the grass, dusting off his pants as I stopped to stand in front of him. He looked back up at me, a light blush painting his cheeks, "Phoebe told me you were crying, so I came to see you."

Adrien wiped under his eyes, exhaling a deep breath. He ringed his fingers together, looking nervous, "look...I-I'm sorry that she pulled you away from the party because of me...I know you were hanging out with Marci so—"

"So?" I raised a brow at him. Adrien went silent. He wasn't looking at me now. Instead, he was looking down at his feet. I released a heavy sigh, "Adrien...I don't like Marci. She's a good friend and all...but I don't like her. Not like that."

Adrien didn't say anything. I lightly grabbed his chin, tilting his head up to look at me. A mix of emotions swam through him — I could see the embarrassment, the confusion, the nerves. All of it. His eyes were full of expression.

"Y-you don't?" Adrien asked me, looking skeptical. I nodded my head.

"No, Adrien. I don't."

"W-why not?" He pinched his brows together. I narrowed my eyes at him, "s-she's nice and outgoing...and she's fun—"

"I don't like her," I replied firmly, cutting him off. Adrien closed his mouth, looking up at me with bright emerald eyes. For a moment, we didn't talk, and instead...we stared. I admired his facial features, the freckles dusted across his nose, the way his eyes stood out even in darkness. Adrien looked back at me, and when I cupped his face softly, he nuzzled his face against my hand, reaching up to grab my wrist.

I brushed my thumb across his freckled cheek, leaning closer, "do you know why I don't like Marci?"

Adrien was hesitant, his voice lowering in a whisper, our faces now barely inches from each other.

"Why, Preston?"

I smiled. Both my hands now cupped his face. My thumb brushed over his bottom lip, "....because I like you. I like you, Adrien."

His lips parted in surprise. But before he had the chance to reply, I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against his in a soft kiss.

Adrien gasped softly against my mouth. At first he was to shocked to react, but as I coaxed his mouth open and pulled him closer against me, he was finally kissing me back.

The feelings that rushed through me were intense. The way Adrien grabbed onto my biceps as I held his face still, kissing the fuck out of him. I had been waiting for this moment for so long...and now that it was here, and now that his lips were against mine, lips touching and tongues dancing, it was the best feeling ever.

Adrien moaned against my mouth. The sweet, breathless sound sent shocks throughout my body, arousal shooting straight to my groin. I pushed Adrien till his back hit the wall, and his arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me flush against him.

And we kept at it, making out like we were both starved, like it's been the one thing we had been waiting for our entire lives. And...it was.

It really was.

Kissing Adrien was best feeling I've ever felt.

When our lips parted, the both of us caught our breaths. I rested my forehead against Adrien's looking down at him as he panted for breath, his cheeks flushed. My hands touched his waist, and when Adrien looked up at me, I noticed the want and desire in his eyes.

"Preston..." Adrien whispered. I pressed a peck to his lips, slowly trailing my mouth along his cheek and down his jawline, pressing kisses along the side of his neck. Adrien gasped softly, tilting his head back against the wall, fingers digging into my shoulder blades.

"Adrien," I murmured against his neck, gently taking the skin between my lips, sucking hard. It forced another moan from Adrien's lips.

"Preston," Adrien groaned. I trailed my lips back up his jaw, before pressing once again another peck to his lips. He bit his lip and whispered, "please...take me home."

I raised a brow at him, a smile tugging my lips. Those simple words set fire to me, heart pounding in excitement.

"You want me to take you home?"

"Yes," Adrien said firmly. Then, he surprised me by being the one to kiss me, whispering against my lips, "take me home, Preston."

I smirked, "okay, sweetheart..." I cupped under his chin, faces still close, "I'll take you home."

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