( A night with my best friend 🛌)
✍️ Chapter Fourteen✍️
Five minutes later, we found ourselves at Ryland’s house party, just like that.
Already there were people getting out of their cars and some walking into the apartment. By the blustering music that could already be heard from this distance indicated that the party had long started. I guess I was wrong; some people did come earlier in parties.
We were only forty-five minutes late and Sav was trudging up those stairs like she was running away from a serial killer. I lost her sight of her the instant we were inside the apartment.
What a great friend! I thought to myself sarcastically as I tried trudging through a throng of people that were accompanying the hallway.
When I made it to the living, already it felt like a jungle full of animals. The lights had dimmed but they were still glowing in that party atmospheric mood. The lights were the only decorations present.
When I had been in this living area it had seemed fairly big, but, compared to the people occupying it now, it seemed a lot smaller and crowded.
Most people were in the middle of the room where I think a dance floor was made. The dance moves that were being spewed
A group of guys and gals were occupying the sofas and though the party may have begun thirty minutes ago, it didn’t stop them from eating each other’s mouths.
Another group were by Ryland’s computer system and though I couldn’t see neither Ryland nor Sav, I was sure they were there because I knew Ryland wouldn’t want anyone touching his stuff.
There was another group assembled in the far corner where some food and drinks were arranged in organised lines. It seamed like some sort of game was being played there and from how much everyone was already consuming, I understood that the organised line would soon be deranged.
It was getting crowded and more people were still coming by the door. The music was too loud and I wanted a drink of something. I tried reaching for that table that contained the drinks but I was stopped in my track when someone dragged me to the dance floor for some dance.
The person was holding me from behind in some sort of spooning dance.
“Enjoying yourself?” I recognised that voice.
“James!” I turned around to face him. I had forgotten his height as I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of him.
I grinned when I saw him smirking down at me. He had scrubbed up pretty well; he was wearing dark skinny jeans with a white t-shirt and a dark blazer.
“You first!” I gave him a head go.
“I was just going to say that you look hot! I see you tamed those curls!” He said, taking a lock of my hair in his fingers.
I felt a tug of something beneath my stomach. It was then that I remembered I was attracted to him, and I think my attraction was slowly developing into a crush.
“Thank you!” I grinned and he twirled me around with the music.
I was giggling like there was no tomorrow.
“Your turn!” He pulled me close so that I could hear what he was saying.
It was in this proximity that his scent wafted in my nostrils. He was wearing some sort of cologne and as I breathed in the smell, I felt intoxicated.
“I was gonna say you look great too! I like your blazer!”
He smirked and I couldn’t stop grinning my teeth off. The boy was doing wonders to my body, and I didn’t know if it was the heat of the room or the heat of his body combined with how he was touching me.
“I know I kook great tonight! You don’t have to remind me.”
I giggled and playfully smacked him for his vanity. I don’t know what was wrong with me. It wasn’t like I was drunk. I hadn’t even drunk anything yet.
“James, baby!” A girl suddenly bumped into us, forcibly falling unto James’s arms.
Like a good gentlemen, he straightened her up and blocked her attempts to throw herself at him. He stared at me apologetically and the girl turned herself around and began grinding herself on him.
And did I feel jealous throughout this ordeal? I was surprised to find that I didn’t. In fact, it seemed quite funny to me and I kind of felt sorry for the poor girl.
“Danielle,” James said softly as he pulled her gently away.
“Baby, I miss you!” She purred locking her hands around his neck.
It was obvious that they knew each other, whether it had been a fling or a one night stand, I didn’t care. But I was annoyed at her intruding. I had been enjoying the dance I was having with him.
While he was whispering something to ear, I took that moment to discreetly flee from them in search for something to drink. Anything would have suited fine at that moment because of how thirsty I was.
I made my way to the kitchen, squeezing through people who seemed intent to remain inseparable in their locked lip embrace. Once I was there, I found the drinks.
Hallelujah! But as I looked for something less alcoholic I found there was nothing of that sort. So my next choice was red wine. I poured a cup and drained it instantly to ease my thirst. The bitterness of the after taste lingered in my throat, but I ignored it as I poured another one and decided sips will do fine for now.
I wasn’t alone in the kitchen. There was a couple by the counter interlocked in a heated embrace; their sloppy kissing noises were loud enough to be heard from the turbulent of music blaring from the living area.
On the floor, next to the cupboard was a boy gulping his beer and snacking on crackers at the same time. I ignored these fellow inhabitants as I sipped on my wine and thought.
What was my agenda for tonight?
One, to get drunk. Two, have sex. Three, have fun doing it.
I hadn’t known that I had chosen who I wanted to swipe my v-card with tonight, but when James’s face popped up as I thought of my agenda. I knew I already decided.
“There you are!” It was James’s voice that spoke from the doorway.
I turned around to face him with my faultless grin.
“Manage to get away?” I asked.
“I should be asking you that? Why did you run?” He moved closer towards me and because I was next to the beers, he reached out for one.
“You seemed preoccupied,” I smirked.
“I’m sorry about that. She’s just a girl that I…uh—” He flickered with his hand.
“Slept with?” I finished his sentence.
He stared heatedly down towards me as he sipped on his beer.
“You don’t have to explain, I know the drill. Besides it’s not like we are…” I trailed, stopping myself before I said something stupid. I laughed trying to hide my embarrassment.
“It’s not like we are what?” He asked, his tone laced with amusement. I looked up at his hazel eyes. But instead of searing me like Kyle’s often did they only made me feel warm inside.
“It’s not like we are…dating.” I was compelled to finish my sentence and once the words were out, there was no taking them back. Something in his eyes flickered and something strange happened, I don’t know if it was the wine finally affecting my blood, but I began moving closer to him as if there was pull drawing me to him.
“Right-Right!” He said his famous phrase. He sipped on his beer, his eyes still staring down at me.
Our bodies were brushing each other as we stood there sipping our drinks whilst we locked gazes and it was at that moment that I was about to lean forward to kiss him, when I felt a hand that didn’t belong to James grab my shoulder.
I flinched, turning around quickly and I was met with scowling features that were emanating from Kyle’s face.
“Hey!” He shouted over the music. His eyes were flickering between me and James and for a moment there was a thick tension lying between the air. I don’t know what it was, however, it seems like it didn’t affect James because he broke the silence.
“Dude!” He went over and gave Kyle one of those handshake hugs which Kyle accepted.
“Hey, James.” Kyle greeted him.
“Man, I haven’t seen you in ages! How have you been?” James was grinning at Kyle and as I watched the exchange between them, I saw that James really admired Kyle.
“Ah, y’know been here and there, busy with school! How is it with you?” Kyle asked.
It was then that they got into an animated conversation that I couldn’t make out throughout the raucous music. The fact that they seemed to have forgotten that I was next to them too was becoming increasingly annoying.
I cleared my throat loudly enough for them to hear me.
“Do you want a drink?” James was moving towards were the drinks were.
“It’s cool man, I’ll get it myself.” Kyle said as he went over to grab a beer.
It was at that small exchange that they finally realised my presence.
Kyle was staring at me in the way he had that day I tried on this dress.
I blushed instantly because for some reason, even though James did comment that I looked great tonight, it was only Kyle that managed to make me blush just by that one look.
“You made it.” I said to him, changing my train of thought very quickly. He looked good tonight, wearing dark jeans ripped at the knee, with a khaki coloured t-shirt and a black bomber jacket to match his jeans.
“Just got here with Ned…” He gestured to the doorway, looking back. “Guess he’s already made himself at home.” He shrugged.
I nodded awkwardly. I looked over at James and I realised he was staring at us with a huge grin. I grinned back at him because it was infectious. My gaze went back to Kyle’s though.
“Your hair is different.” He said, frowning at it for a moment.
I became self-conscious as I moved my hand to place back a nonexistent lock of stray hair behind my ear. I drank my wine to hide this self consciousness. I had no idea what was wrong with me at the moment.
Why was I acting weird? I had no explanation for it.
Maybe it was because Kyle had almost caught me about to lock lips with James.
“Sav straightened it.” I said as a passing comment.
He nodded and that’s when I realised he was acting weird too. He seemed a lot tense, poised and aware of his surroundings.
I frowned, “Yeah, okay.”
“So, you guys are best buds, huh? Who would have known? Such a small world isn’t it?”
“The smallest.” Kyle sipped on his drink.
There was a brief moment of an awkward silence and I was staring at Kyle in annoyance now. I wanted him to leave already; he had already said his greetings. I was having a moment with James and I wanted to continue with that.
“Aren’t you gonna go to the living room? To dance or something?” I asked him, my eyes communicating with his in an obvious look that said leave now.
“No, I don’t want to dance. Besides, I don’t know anyone there, just you guys and you guys are here, so I’ll hang with you.” He smiled his toothy grin.
James didn’t mind and he was ignorant of the mixed messages I was having with Kyle.
“Ned’s there and I’m sure you can make friends. It’s a party, it’s a place to meet new people and mingle,” I said hiding my annoyed tone, but Kyle knew exactly that I was trying to get him to leave and he was becoming arrogant about it.
He smirked. “I’d rather stay here.”
I was about to retaliate but then a group of girls burst in the kitchen and when they saw the hunks I was standing next to, they instantly made their way over, oblivious that I was present.
“Hey!” One of them said, moving over to James. “You’re hot!” She giggled.
“No, he’s mine!” It was then that I saw the girl whom James had to deal with earlier. What was her name again? Something with Ella.
“Girls, girls!” James tried his best to prevent the impending cat fight between them. He looked over at us with apologising eyes.
I watched this spectacle with passive amusement but that was when I felt a hand gripping my arm and pulling away from the kitchen to the dark corner of the hallway. James didn’t realise Kyle and I had slipped away.
“James? Really?” Kyle cornered me, the dim light in the hallway enough for me to see his face.
“What about James?” I frowned. I was trying to escape him but he wasn’t in any verge of budging. I furiously met his eyes.
“Are you planning to sleep with him?” Kyle accused me.
He was pissing me off and he knew it.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” I bellowed angrily.
“Not my business?” Kyle sputtered in disbelief, exasperatedly running his hand through his unkempt hair.
I cursed whatever it was that was making me want to do the exact same thing he was doing. No, I wanted more than to just run my hands through his hair. I wanted to yank it till it hurt.
“It is my fúcking business, Keya! You made it my business when you asked me to do exactly what you’re planning to do with him.” He angrily slammed his hands next to me on the wall.
I flinched at the impact and though the drumming music was still vibrating the whole house, I still heard that impact.
“No, it’s not!” I was shouting too.”Seriously get your head of out of the gutter! I didn’t even ask him to do anything with me.” I glared at him.
He floundered for a moment before he spoke, his tone a lot calmer now.
“Good, cos he fúcking won’t. Not if I ask him not to.” He threatened.
“You wouldn’t dare!” My eyes bulged at his threat.
He smiled coldly and leaned towards me so-so close that I found my lungs losing function again.
“You wanna bet?” He said, his dilated eyes burning me down to the pit of my core. It did wonders having him so close like this, having him looking at me like that. He didn’t help my already boiling body, when he scorched his eyes down to my lips.
I was getting tired of feeling like this.
Feeling so aroused and at the same time, feeling a frustrated longing for him. I was forgetting that I was meant to be angry at him.
With this anger I pushed him away with all the force I could muster.
“I don’t know why you’re so against me losing my virginity. But, just know this Kyle. You’re not my brother, nor are you my father. This is my decision and if I want to lose my virginity tonight, I can and will. It’s my choice, not yours.” My finger was nudging his chest and it had an effect as he backed slowly away from me. His eyes glazing an anger that had me almost had me retreating back to where I was.
I gave him one glaring look before I strutted away from his presence towards the kitchen where James was still trying to stop the two girls from grazing each other.
I went over to the drink section and this time I opened the vodka bottle and took three shots. I could still feel Kyle’s seething anger at my back and I knew he was at the doorway.
With a new confidence I got from the help of my good friend Smirnoff, I courageously brushed off the two girls, my eyes targeting straight at James. He looked at me worriedly for a moment and he was about to say something. But whatever he was going to say was impeded by my advance. I simply grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down to my awaiting lips.
✍️ Chapter Fifteen✍️
To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I was devastated.
The soon as my lips locked with his, I had expected the earlier waves fire that had burned their way through my body when Kyle had cornered me. Instead, that fire fused down to a simmering flame that barely touched me when I kissed James.
He was the one to break the kiss because I took him by surprise.
“Keya?” He said his tone a mixture of worry, confusion and excitement.
“Shh.” I pressed my fingers on his lips. “I had to do that.”
“You’re so full of surprises.” He grinned dreamily as he leaned down to capture me in another kiss. I stopped it quickly before it escalated into something more, something more like feeling his tongue in my mouth. I didn’t want that. I told myself at least not yet anyway.
Because my back was starting to ache from all the burning holes emitting from Kyle’s glare, I had to turn around to look at him.
I gave him an I-dare-you-to-do-something look, but he just narrowed his eyes at me, both his jaw and hands clenching. He closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply and by the time he breathed out and opened his eyes, he disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.
I could have felt smug if it wasn’t for the guilt that was sipping its way inside me.Damn you Kyle! I thought. Why the hell am I feeling guilty for?
James tugged me back to his attention and I basked in his grinning face, it slowly appeased the guilt. But, the fact that I could still feel it meant that I was still slightly sober.
So what’s a better way to block out your sorrows than to drink? That’s what I had done for the hours of partying that followed. I danced with James and then we drank. We talked, we laughed and we drank some more until I just couldn’t remember anything.
Whatever guilt I felt had long seized. It completely wiped its way out of my system when I saw Kyle in the midst of the crowd on the sofa talking with someone whose face I recognised belonged to Mandy Braxton. He was grinning from ear to ear and she was smiling too, leaning towards him in the process.
For a long moment as I watched the two of them looking at each other that way, a slow but tearing jealousy hit my system, completely knocking me off course. Because I was also drunk, this meant that I couldn’t walk away from the scene without staggering and bumping into people.
I don’t know how I ended up in James’s arms, but I did.
“There you are, you…you keep slipping away from me.” He slurred his words, a result from his drunken state.
“My knight in shining silver armour!” I threw myself at him.
“If there’s anything that’s shinning and silver, it’s your gorgeous eyes!”
I swooned because I was not myself and because the song that was playing was so overwhelming we found ourselves slow-dancing to it.
“C’mon…let’s go somewhere q-quiet!” He moved away from the living room, dragging me to one of the bedrooms.
This is it. I thought drunkenly to myself. I am finally going to lose my virginity!
As he barged to one of the rooms, the occupants in it were making sexual mournful noises. The noises stopped as soon as they heard the door banging open.
“Dude, get the fúck out!” A male voice boomed.
“Who is it?” My slowly processing brain recognised that voice, it was Sav’s voice.
My jaw dropped to the floor as realisation of what they were doing dawned. James was quick to act as he pulled me away, apologising to the couple before he shut their door. We staggered to the next room and found it unoccupied.
I giggled when James pulled me to a kiss and began the notion of groping me in places that I had never been groped before.
I knew that this was unsettling, even my drunk brain somehow finally managed to realise that although my body was sexually frustrated. It didn’t want this at the moment.
It was too late to back out. James was already pushing me to the bed, pulling his t-shirt off at the same time. For a moment, I worried that he was going to be rough on me, thinking I was already deflowered.
I anticipated his body about to lie next to me when suddenly he grunted. In the dark, I could see blurring figures and someone pulling James.
“Back off!” James shouted.
I sat up and staggered out of the bed to face the figures.
“It’s me, Kyle.” A voice spoke. Not just a voice but one that belonged to my best friend Kyle.
My slow processing brain recalled that we weren’t in speaking terms due to our earlier argument regarding my virginity.
“Dude, what the fruck … you chose a wrong time. I’m kind of bus—”
“You can’t sleep with this girl, James.” Kyle spoke.
This was followed by a whisper.
Kyle whispered again.
“She’s a …virgin?” James suddenly burst out, his tone laced with shock and incredulity.
“Seriously. And you know how virgins are. They become very clingy and you don’t want that, do you?”
I was sick to my stomach, literally. I felt bile rising up in my throat and I tried to swallow my impending gag.
The figures moved towards the bed and I saw the blurred vision of Kyle putting James back to bed.”Just sleep, buddy, I’ll take care of everything.” He told James as he draped a blanket over him.
“Thanks man, y-you’re the best!” James made a drunken yawning noise.
Kyle turned to me and I staggered back, away from him. He was quick because in two strides he was before me. Without words spoken, he simply grabbed me by my arm and began pulling me away from the bedroom.
“W-what are you… doing?” I slurred as I staggered with him out of the apartment.
“Taking you home.” He said.
I shook my head vigorously. “N-no, no you can’t. I’m…I’m staying over at Savs.”
“Then where is she?” He asked rhetorically.
I fumed silently. “You can’t…you can’t take me home. Teddy can’t see me like this….he’ll… he’ll murder me.”
The boy that was hauling me to his car seemed pissed off. I could tell by his constant clenching and unclenching of his jaw that he was angry at something.
“Maybe it’s for the best, Keya, cos I really don’t know what do with you right now.” He muttered.
I don’t know how he managed my to put my fumbling body to the passenger’s seat with a seat belt safely strapped on too, but he did. I laughed through it all.
Kyle went over to the driver’s seat and fumbled with the keys as he began the car and drove away.The movement of the car wasn’t agreeing with my head and stomach and I groaned as I felt bile rising up again.
“I think I’m gonna—” I didn’t get to finish my warning before I spewed all my stomach’s contents down the passenger seat.
“Frucking hell!” I heard Kyle’s bellow and I groaned at his shouting. He swerved to park at the side road. He got out banging the car door.
In minutes he was by my side, unbuckling my seat belt and helped me out of the car. He was holding my hair back from my face, tenderly caressing my back as he encouraged me to finish throwing up.
When I was done Kyle gentle sat me on the ground away from my sickness. He took off his jacket and draped it on my shivering body, and then he went back to the car where he brought a bottle of water. He helped me drink it, but, because there was still alcohol in my body it meant that I was still intoxicated, so I spluttered the water from my mouth as I laughed, for some reason finding the situation a lot funny.
Kyle’s patient never waned but he constantly released curses now and then at my lack of cooperation. When he was done with me, he went over to take the mat under the seat where all my vomit was oozing from. Groaning out a curse, he used the remaining water to drain out all of my vomit.
The smell was still strong but it seemed like he was prepared because he went over to the boot of the car to discard the infected mat. From there, he brought out some fabric freshener in which he used to drown the penetrating stench of vomit in his car.
He helped me back to the passenger seat and I giggled when he touched me in my hips as he buckled my seat-belt.
When that ordeal was over, Kyle simply drove silently away. With a lot of mood changes from me, he managed to get us to his place safe and soundly. I don’t know how he managed it, but we made our way to his room instantly.
It was then and there that my anger flared up again from his earlier actions.
“Don’t touch me!” I pushed him away when he pulled his jacket from my body and tried to take my shoes off.
“You know what? Fine, do it your own way. I’m done!” His patience had ran out and my anger was increasing by each minute, especially when I tried and failed to get the straps of my heels off.
When he saw that I was struggling he seemed to have taken his words back because he was by my side instantly, helping me get my shoes off.
“I don’t like you, right now.” I grunted when he got the last shoe off.
He remained unresponsive.
“It’s not fair! Why did you do that! I was having a moment with James. You just had to go on and ruin it!” I ranted.
He went over to one of his drawers and took a fresh t-shirt and sweatpants.
“You’ll thank me later.” He muttered as he walked over to me.
I watched him with shrewd eyes. “You’ll thank me later.” I mocked him, immaturely snorting to myself. “You’re such an áss!” I told him.
I watched him try to put my legs through the two holes of the sweatpants.
“And you love me for it.” He muttered again.
I snorted.”You wish.”
“You’re moody when you’re drunk.” He only commented.
“You’re moody when you’re drunk.” I mocked again and laughed to myself when I got his tone right.
He pulled me up roughly and I could tell he was annoyed. He pulled the sweats from my legs up too to cover my bottom half. The dress I was wearing was pushed upwards to my midriff in the process.
I was gasping evidently because he was intimately touching me my waist as he tied a note to adjust the sweatpants so that they will fit me properly. Because I was still drunk, his touch had a huge alarming affect on my body.
“Are you wearing a bra?” He asked me suddenly as he released his hands from my body and took the t-shirt.
It took a lot more to process his words, so the end result was me just staring lamely at him.
“I’ll take that as a no.” He breathed. He draped the t-shirt on me, head first and took my hands into the holes, dressing me as if I were a child.
Maybe I did seem like a child by the way I was acting because of my drunken state, however, I couldn’t care less if I was being immature.
“You have a nerve!” I exclaimed exasperatedly but it was more from of the affect of feeling his hands brush under the skin of my armpits and sides as he slowly slid my dress downwards exposing me. But the t-shirt I already wore kept me from exposing my chest from the full view of his penetrating eyes.
I felt his thumb brush past the side of my breasts and I stopped breathing. I think he did too because his hands remained in that position for longer than necessary. We both stared at each other as if seizing each other’s actions.
My alcohol infected brain was encouraging me to make a movement that would make him move his hands into fully cupping my breasts, but, as if he knew what I was thinking Kyle closed his eyes, took a deep breath and pulled my dress downwards from waist to hips, to thighs and legs and eventually off my body.
He moved away instantly as he folded my dress and placed it somewhere in his chair.
“Why didn’t you just touch me?” I asked him.
He whipped around to face me, his lust-filled eyes searing mines.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said as he moved over to the bed and pulled the covers. “Get into bed.”
“No, not unless you’re coming in with me.” I said in what I thought was my seductive voice.
It seemed that my anger had long fled and was replaced with this want—no, need—to have sex, that I was now making irresponsible actions. Gosh, I was turning into Sav.
“You told me the other time…that if we weren’t friends…you’d sleep with me, so why not just pretend we are not friends now?” I asked, slowly moving towards him.
“Keya, you’re drunk. Get into bed.” He ordered, carefully blocking my attempts to touch him as he swiftly and forcibly pushed me downwards to the awaiting bed.
I groaned out of frustration, but the minute my head hit the pillow, his scent emanated from his sheets. I breathed in deeply and it felt as if I was being lulled to sleep. My eyes closed involuntarily and I found myself being pulled to sleep.
I felt hands brushing my hair out of my face, followed by soft lips pressing against my forehead, burning the skin there. Before I completely fell into slumber, his soft voice wished me goodnight. After that, I slept in what was the most comfortable dreamless sleep.
✍️Authoress Ricky ✍️