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For the next week, things changed between Lazarus and me. He was more handsy. He spent more time with me, dragging me away from my friends. Georgia did not appreciate that at all. She often glared at Lazarus in utter dismay. Every time I saw her at cheer practice, she would complain about Lazarus. I knew she didn’t like him because of my feelings for him. He ‘ruined’ what I could have had with Jamie.
Jamie still avoided me at all costs. Whenever I passed him in the hallway, he would either avert his eyes or spin on his heels and march in the opposite direction. It hurt, I’ll admit, but not as much as what I must have hurt him. I hoped he would find it in his heart to forgive me and accept my friendship. I didn’t want to lose him.
Since I barely spent any time with my best friend and the rest of the cheerleaders, they demanded I go to a party that Sammy was hosting. Everyone was going to be there. Including the newbies.
Georgia dragged me to her house after school, before Lazarus could find me and hoard me. The more time I spent with him, the more intense things got. I genuinely felt empty when he wasn’t around.
We had a piano lesson every day. I improved, to my amazement. Lazarus was confident I could play the whole song without his help next time we practiced.
Raegan never approached me throughout the week. She would send me icy looks when we were in the hallway or classroom, but she never spoke to me. She tried to gain Lazarus’s attention, but he never gave her a minute. It made me question what she had told me.
Could she have been lying?
I was so confused. A week ago, I would have thought she was telling the truth. But now that Lazarus didn’t give her a dime, I was starting to rethink things.
In Georgia’s house, Cecilia Stem, Georgia’s mother, made us a small meal. Her straight blonde hair was impeccable; her cat-like blue eyes were trained on Georgia. She watched her eat the food, making sure she didn’t leave a crumb on the plate.
Once again, Georgia chose my outfit. This time, she went for a dark red colored dress. It was gorgeous—and very revealing. I was going to attract a lot of attention tonight.
Georgia wolf-whistled, slowly dragging her eyes up my medium-sized form. “You look like a sultry goddess, Celeste.”
I flushed at this, mortified.
“What are you going to wear?”
She shrugged her shoulders, casually. Her eyes skimmed her walk-in wardrobe, flickering over every item. “I think I’m going to wear this black dress.”
We did our make-up separately.
Robert dropped us off at Sammy’s house—a much smaller house. The party was already in full swing, a few people were passed out on the lawn and the walls vibrated.
I sucked in a breath at the stench of beer and followed Georgia into the living room. The room was packed with drunk teenagers, grinding against each other to the sexy music. I spotted a few familiar faces—Dalia, Ellie, Wilder, and…Raegan. Of course, she would be here.
Ellie waved at us from her place and then planted her lips on Wilder’s. They started making out without a care in the world.
“Let’s get a drink!” Georgia shouted over the thumping music. I was surprised the neighbors hadn’t already complained. We strolled into the kitchen that was littered with empty beer bottles.
Georgia handed me a cup full of coke and vodka. There was no point in arguing over alcohol—she would win. Sometimes, I hated the influence she had over me. She had the power to make me do things I didn’t want to do, and she knew it.
“Bottom’s up,” She said, throwing her head back and devouring the shot she had poured for herself. Closing my eyes, I took a swig of my own drink, nearly choking at the burning sensation in my throat. She had put way too much vodka in this drink.
I scrunched my nose up and shook my head.
“What?” She asked, cocking her pretty head to the side.
“It’s very strong,” I half-yelled.
She smirked, “That’s the point. The more you consume, the better you feel. Drink up, babe.”
I listened to her, which was probably not the smartest thing for me to do. After finishing that drink, Georgia handed me another one and dragged me into the dining room where a game of beer pong was happening.
Ellie and Wilder were on one time whilst Dexter and Marianne were on another. If Dexter and Marianne had arrived, that meant Lazarus had to be here somewhere. My heart prospered at the thought.
“Switch places with me, Celeste!” Dexter insisted, his brown eyes pleading with mine. I couldn’t resist. Plus, the alcohol was beginning to sway my thoughts.
Marianne’s stunning blue eyes sparkled at the sight of me. Unexpectedly, she pulled me in for a hug. “It’s good to see you again.”
Over the past week, we had gotten closer. In Chemistry, the three of us would mess around. Well, they would mess around whilst I tried to stop them.
Over the past few weeks, I was starting to feel happier. I knew it had something to do with their presence. Especially Lazarus’. They made me smile more often. I looked forward to doing certain things. My favorite thing to do now was play the piano because that meant I got to spend time with Lazarus.
“How good are you at this?” Marianne asked me, watching Wilder bounce a ball into a cup. That meant one of us had to drink from the cup. Marianne gestured for me to have the cup. Begrudgingly, I threw the drink back, trying to not think about the taste.
“I’m rubbish at this,” I told her after finishing the contents of the drink. People around me cheered.
I missed, to my dismay. Marianne snorted, giving me a sympathetic look.
“Damn, you really are bad at this.” She said in disbelief after a few more rounds. I had only played beer pong once before, with Georgia and Jamie. Jamie was amazing at it whilst I was…terrible.
“Yep,” I muttered, pouting when I missed again.
Ellie had to go next. She swayed on her feet; her eyes half-closed. Wilder had to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her upright and straight. “Don’t worry babe, I’ve totally got this.” She tried to reassure him, closing one eye so she could aim at the cup.
I wasn’t surprised when she missed it. However, I was shocked when she managed to hit me in the face.
My hand immediately flew to my face, rubbing the sore area. Ellie winced and came rushing over to me, Wilder trailing behind her closely. She grabbed my face in her soft hands and examined the spot where she hit me. A regretful look appeared on her pretty face.
“I’m so sorry, Celeste,” She slurred, “I wasn’t aiming for you, honestly.”
I placed my hands over hers, commanding her eyes to stare into mine. “I’m fine, Ellie. I promise. You’re acting like I’m a china doll.”
The corners of her lips barely lifted. Pulling away from me, her green eyes shifted to the ground.
“Still though, I feel awful. You already have an injured ankle and now this,” She waved her hands around dramatically.
“She’s alright, Ellie,” Marianne stepped in, trying to hide her boredom. “You can stop fussing, really.”
Ellie reluctantly nodded her head and let Wilder embrace her. Wilder nodded his head at me and Marianne and dragged his girlfriend away.
“She’s very protective of you, isn’t she?” Marianne commented, casually.
“I suppose so,” I mumbled. “But if you think Ellie’s bad, then you should see Georgia. She can be like a mother hen.”
Marianne arched a perfect eyebrow, her eyes shining with curiosity.
“You wouldn’t think it with how she acts around most people,” I continued. “But she is fiercely protective of the people close to her.”
Marianne hummed, “Do you know what? I fancy dancing…come with me.” Before I could register her words, she was yanking me to the dance floor, a bounce to her step. She attracted the attention of every male and female in the room.
Marianne danced in a way I had never seen before. She danced with such grace and ease she could have been a professional dancer. Many men around us gazed at her with lust. A few even tried to dance with her but she wouldn’t have any of it. She pushed them away with a cold glare and focused her eyes on me again.
“Let yourself go, Celeste,” Marianne encouraged, holding her hands with mine above my head. “Come on, I know you can dance better than that!”
I glanced around the dance floor, hoping nobody was staring at me. When I saw nobody was, I exhaled and started moving my hips to the beat. Marianne cheered in joy, her blue eyes bright.
“That’s it!” She exclaimed happily. “You’re doing it!”
I giggled, enjoying myself.
We danced for a while, ignoring everyone else around us. I got lost in a sea of bodies—everyone and everything were blurry. That was until a pair of forest green eyes captured my attention. In a crowded room, he stands out like a sore thumb.
My body heated up and I started dancing sexily, wanting to arouse him. His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched.
I twirled around, running a hand through my hair in a manner I hoped was appealing. I had never danced sexily for someone before. I never had to. All I knew was that I wanted him. I wanted him to like me—to want me too. I wanted him to forget Raegan.
God, I am so drunk. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
My eyes left his momentarily, landing on Jamie’s. He was sat on a couch, with a blonde girl laid on his lap. They were kissing.
I thought I would feel jealous, hurt. Instead, I felt nothing but content. He wasn’t mine, I let him go. He was obviously hurt by what I did and wanted to let the anger out. Whilst it probably wasn’t the best way to do it, I was glad he was doing something.
When I turned back to Lazarus, he was gone.
My heart deflated. I hoped he would come over to me and say hello. Or dance with me.
Marianne watched me with an amused expression on her face. I felt as if she knew something I didn’t.
“I’m going to the toilet,” I told her. She nodded her head and continued to sway to the music. I remembered coming to Sammy’s house last year, so I knew where the toilet was.
After going, instead of returning to the dance floor with Marianne, I searched for Lazarus.
There were so many people here, it was hard to find him.
A pair of warm hands landed on my back. I jumped, alarmed, and spun around on my heels. My stunned eyes interlocked with Lazarus’s.
“Hi,” I breathed, instinctively leaning closer to him.
He was wearing a white top that accentuated his muscles and navy jeans. His hair was ruffled, making him look hot.
He smiled at me, knocking the air out of my lungs. “You look gorgeous.”
My cheeks burned at the compliment. It warmed my heart to know he thought I looked good.
“Thanks,” I said, gratefully. I couldn’t seem to look into his enchanting eyes now. “So, um, how are you finding the party?”
“It’s a lot different to the ones I normally attend,” He answered awkwardly. I wondered what he meant by that. “How about you? Are you enjoying it?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess. I had fun dancing with Marianne. I just—sometimes I feel uncomfortable. I don’t know what I’m saying to be honest. Normally, Georgia has to drag me here.”
When I glanced back up at him, I memorized how his eyes shone with amusement. It was a beautiful sight.
“I saw you dancing with Marianne.” He revealed, leaning in closer to me. My heart was thundering so hard I was starting to worry it would burst out of my chest. His lips hovered next to my ear, teasing me. “I thought you looked so ravishing up on the dance floor, mi amore. I was in complete awe. All I wanted to do was worship you.”
My breath hitched. Did he really just say that?
“Mi amore, you probably won’t remember this because of how much alcohol you’ve had but I’ve been dying to tell you this from the moment I met you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on and all I want to do is worship the very ground you walk on.” He declared. There was no deceit or malice in his eyes. He was telling the truth.
I had the urge to jump in his arms and kiss him.
And so that was what I did.
Lazarus was right. I wouldn’t remember this in the morning. That was what made it so much easier.
He kissed me with so much passion it was almost blinding. I felt everything and nothing. I got lost in him.
All thoughts were about him. I was consumed by him. Intoxicated. And somehow, I wanted more.
My hands explored his broad chest whilst one of his was cradling the back of my neck. The other was tangled in my hair.
He managed to shoot his tongue into my mouth. His tongue found every contour of my mouth; savored every part. I was in heaven. Moans of pleasure erupted from me whilst he growled in a low voice. It was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.
I couldn’t tell you how long we were like that, lost in each other. When we did eventually pull away, breathless and flustered, I was dazed. That was the best kiss I ever had.
It was otherworldly.
Lazarus stared at me in wonder. His hand caressed my cheek lovingly.
“Thank you for letting me do that,” He said after a minute. “I wanted to be able to kiss you at least once.”
I cocked my head to the side, “What are you afraid of, Lazarus?”
My question startled him. He winced and averted his eyes away from me. He was terrified of something. It was obvious.
“It’s nothing, pretend I didn’t say anything.” He practically ordered. And then he added in a quiet voice, “You probably won’t remember this tomorrow anyway.”
I wished I would remember this. I was beyond confused. Lazarus kissed me with so much ferocity, it had to mean something. Did he feel something for me? His words indicated he did. But then Raegan popped into my mind, coming to ruin everything again. If I didn’t hate her so much, I would probably admire her for how she managed to get to me. Even when she wasn’t here, she still managed to cause trouble.
“Lazarus, what did that kiss mean to you?”
I had to know. Even if I wouldn’t remember this, I had to know.
His eyes finally connected with mine.
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