Author: beverlyamethyst16 PM
Sexy Skylar Petres is the notorious bad boy. Michelle Rivers is the quiet, shy girl who people don't give a second glance to. They say opposites attract, but who knew it was actually true?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 25 - Words: 57,344 - Reviews: 593 - Favs: 152 - Follows: 209 - Updated: 05-09-13 - Published: 03-26-11 - id: 2902265
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End of last chapter (in case you have forgotten :) )
"Wha-?" I begin to ask before I realise he's opened the door behind me. We topple into the room. Sure enough Jay is still in heat, but he stops when he sees us. Sky's eyes watch the scene before him, horrified. Jay looks back at him and then wildly turns, his face silently accusing me. And his... boyfriend's face is a mixture of embarrassment, horror and, well, still consists largely of the lust he was experiencing just moments before. I continue to survey the scene in front of me until Sky unglues his eyes from it to me. All pairs of eyes are now on me, begging for some form of explanation.
Lucky for me, Sky is the first to speak. "What. The. Fuck"
"Michie, what the hell is going on?" Sky continues. I am rooted to the spot, frozen with shock. He sighs and then reluctantly looks back to Jay. "You're either really drunk or..." he coughs, "gay."
Jays chuckles humourlessly, "You wish I was drunk. Yes, if you must know, I am homosexual.' Skylar seems to have a hard time registering this. His eyes open wide and he bites his lip... pretty hard. He doesn't look disgusted just shocked. After an eternity of silence Sky regains the ability to talk,
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You're reaction to my sexual orientation is the answer." Jay replies grimly.
"Next question," Sky begins again and Jay half-smiles. "Why were you going out with Michie if you aren't even attracted to girls?"
If looks could kill. Jay glares daggers at me while replying, "Why don't you ask the traitor over their?"
Finally my mouth starts to work again. "Excuse me, it's not like I just let him come in. He tricked me." I exclaim.
"Like hell he did. I don't know what you're playing at or why you exposed me but it just proves how much of a lying, hypocritical, scheming bitc-" Jay retorts before he is interrupted.
"Shut up!" Sky snaps. "She's right. I tricked her. Now get back to my question." Jay looks at me apologetically and I shrug, still feeling peeved. I did him a favour by showing up here and, besides, it's not like he could have kept it from Sky forever. Sky looks at me expectantly.
"Well I sort of told you why before. When we were talking out there." I motion towards the door.
Sky furrows his eyebrows and seems deep in thought, probably replaying our conversation his head. "You were jealous?" he asks suddenly and then laughs. Like seriously laughs. I look at Jay, perplexed, and he just raises his eyebrows.
"Like you can laugh at me! You were basically turning purple from jealousy when Jay had his arms around me!" I reply indignantly. This seems to add to his warped sense of humour. Finally he calms down enough to say,
"Sorry but seriously, I already told you that I wanted you. Why you were trying to make me jealous is beyond me."
I roll my eyes, "Obviously."
"So why were you?" he asks, grinning.
"She told me she's madly in love with you." Jay quips. My eyes widen at the comment and both of them laugh.
"As if!" I reply angrily and say sarcastically, "Since you guys are best buds again I will follow in the footsteps of Jay's friend."
Now Jay's eyes widen and his head whips wildly from side to side, "Where's Brendan?"
"Probably realised you're true personality." I mutter and Jay narrows his eyes at me, half seriously.
"You two really are perfect for each other." He says under his breath and lies back on the pillow. He doesn't even bother looking for 'Brendan'.
Sky looks back at me and continues our conversation, a smile tugging at his lips. "So if you aren't madly in love with me, why try to make me jealous?" I look at him for a few moments, thinking of an appropriate reply.
"You deserve to be hurt." I finally say, scowling. His smile quickly disappears and I leave the room, making sure to slam the cursed door. I stomp to the end of the hallway and then decide to act more civilised. I straighten out my shirt and then proceed to a table. I study a few of the people there and then recognise Terry. He notices me and waves me over. I good naturedly shake my head but he insists. I walk over.
"This is what? The second time I have spotted you at a party in the last month. I didn't pick you as that type of girl." Believe me, neither did I. "Pictured you studying at home or something. But you're actually pretty cool."
How do I respond to that? That's exactly who I am. "Uhh... Thanks." I eye the bottle he has in his hand. What I would give to have that drunk, airy feeling people talk about. For once in my life maybe I could forget about everything.
Terry smiles knowingly, his dimples showing. "Want some?" He pours me a whole glass full. I must look worried because then he says, "Don't worry, it isn't that bad."
I hesitate and then down the whole thing. I wipe my mouth. He was wrong, it is that bad. But I can feel the effects almost immediately. Slowly I don't think so much of Sky and more of that burning liquid. And I accept gratefully when Terry hands me a second glass... and a third...
"I've never seen a girl drink it that fast... Especially on a first go." Terry remarks but his tone hints of admiration. Why, I do not know. I place the glass back on the table and almost fall off the chair as a wave of dizziness hits me. "Whoa. Are you okay?"
"Mmhmm." I reply and cling to his shirt. Automatically his arms his arms hold me steady and he smiles. A cute smile, I think. I can feel the minutes ticking by... although it could be just seconds. I am so disorientated that I can't keep track of time. Terry brushes his blonde hair from his eyes and then leans forward and kisses me. I kiss him back. Drunk, sloppy kisses. They are so unremarkable that I can't even compare them to Sky's. Sooner or later his hands are up my shirt and at one point, although I'm not sure when, I lose my jacket. I wonder if he wanted to have sex if I could even stop him. All I know is that it is really hard to concentrate and honestly, I . About the point when he discards his shirt I notice a figure watching us. Sky... I stop kissing Terry immediately. I feel like I'm betraying Sky too much. Terry notices what, or who I am looking at and tries capturing my lips again but then the real highlight of the evening occurs. I throw up all over his chest. He steps back, disgusted and my lips can't even form the word 'sorry'. I lean on the counter and rinse my mouth out with water. Another dizzy spell washes over me and I blindly stumble over to Sky before I pass out in his arms.
I look down at the limp figure in my arms, unsure of what to do next. Michie reeks of alcohol, is missing some of the clothing she arrived in and, to top it all off, is unconscious. The guy who was snogging her a few seconds ago is now wiping the vomit off himself with his shirt and muttering under his breath. I silently laugh, he got what he deserved. He notices me watching him.
"That was your fault you know." He tells me and then drops his soiled shirt on the floor. "Tell Michelle that I'm sorry when she wakes up." With that he turns around and saunters away. Like hell I'm going to tell her his little message. It seems the dickhead has a bit of a crush on her. Or trying to get her into bed. I'm guessing the latter.
I hitch Michie up with my knee and try to hold her steady in my arms, bridal style. She's light but that's not surprising since she has quite a petite frame. I carry her to my car and place her gently in the passenger seat. She stirs for a second but then just returns to her 'slumber'. I get into the driver's seat and then look at her peaceful face.
Sighing, I drum my fingers on the steering wheel and wonder what to do. Take her to my house? Sit here all night? Finally I decide on my house. At least then she won't be the only one getting some sleep. My house is about 20 minutes away and I drive silently. After about five minutes Michie awakens from her sleep, and is apparently still pretty drunk.
"Hey," she says, not understanding why she is here with me, "What happened?"
"You passed out after kissing some blonde guy." I tell her.
She looks confused. "A boy kissed me?" She seems to remember and then smiles.
"Don't look so happy about it." Michie rolls her eyes but remains smiling.
"Don't worry; you're better at kissing than him. Kissing Terry was disgusting" she replies. I stare at her, she seems honest enough. Never would she admit that. Yes, she is definitely drunk out of her mind. She probably won't remember any of this tomorrow...so... Maybe I could get some information out of her.
"So kissing me is nice?" I ask, teasingly.
"Yup. Can I kiss you know?" Michie asks and giggles.
"Maybe later." I reply.
"Please?" she asks again and then tries to lean over to my side of the car.
"I'm sort of driving," I respond and steal a quick glance at her. She is definitely not the Michie I know. She sighs and leans back in her chair. The silence becomes slightly awkward so I try to dredge up conversation. "Does Michie like me?"
She looks perplexed, "I am Michelle."
"No, you are some drunk girl. Her alter-ego or something." I reply. Michie just rolls her eyes and then giggles again. Yes, this girl is really starting to creep me out.
"Yes she likes you."
"Then why won't she go out with me?"
"You're Skylar and she is Michelle. You don't belong together. " I raise an eyebrow. "I- I mean she- has had a rough past. Maybe she'll tell you about it someday. Besides you never really did ask her out, remember?"
"You will go out with me." I inform her, seriously. I realise maybe I like her a little more than I have previously let on.
She laughs, "Maybe if you kiss me."
"Sorry, no kisses for you." I reply. Michie just smiles and looks out the window. "What does she like most about me?"
She raises an eyebrow but still answers, "Nothing." I must look a little shocked or hurt or both because then she laughs. "I'm kidding! I guess she likes the fact that despite who you are, you still go out of your way to be kind to her... most of the time. She likes your smile and you're piercing and your hair. But most of all she likes..." She pauses to ponder this. "...your eyes"
My eyes? The plainest blue eyes you will ever find. "Really?" I ask.
Michie smiles and closes her eyes. "Mmhmm."
"I really like you, you know." I tell her, knowing fully well that she won't remember in the morning.
Michie nods and says, "I'm tired."
"Go to sleep then."
"Okay but one thing," she pauses to yawn and then for a few moments is silent. I almost think she is asleep but then suddenly she talks again. "You don't deserve to be hurt." And then she is out like a light. I know that she didn't mean what she said before but it is still comforting that she took back the words. Pulling up in my driveway, I look at her again and slowly press my lips to hers. I kissed you, I think, now you should seriously be considering going out with me. Even in her sleep she seems to enjoy my kisses, the corners of her mouth curving upwards…
Yeah, I know, most adorable chapter ever :P Hope you enjoyed it!
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