C8 Chapter 8

"Okay."

I watched as his lips curled up in a smile and he looked down at me, pleased with himself, and somehow he seemed surprised.

"Didn’t think you’d actually agree.” he spoke and took a few steps back.

I followed him into the living room and he sat down on the carpet, right in front of the coffee table. I stood right in front of him, unsure of what to do.

He pointed to the spot across from him, inviting me to take a seat in front of him. I sat down unsure, crossing my legs and putting my hands in my lap. My heart was beating fast as I chewed on my bottom lip.

"So ladies first.” he spoke leaning back on his palms and pushing his chest out. His long legs were once again stretched out and his calves were touching my thighs.

"Truth or dare?” I asked, trying my best not to stutter.

"Truth.” he said and I raised an eyebrow. I thought he’d be the type to pick dare, but whatever. I just wanted to get this over with.

"How old are you?” I asked, trying to make time pass quickly.

"Don’t be a pussy, Delilah. I know what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to get away as quickly as possible."

"So? We had an agreement.” I mumbled.

"I still have your precious earring."

I sighed. “Fine. Uh…”

What could I ask him? I bit my lip and concentrated. “Why did you lie about pulling my name out of the cap?”

He licked his lips. “Because I wanted to know how you kissed. I’ve kissed all the girls in that room.”

"Was I a good kisser?” the question left my mouth quickly and I suddenly blushed.

"One question.” he smirked, and now I really wanted to know the answer.

"Renee, truth or dare?”

He looked at me with a daring look. By the tone he spoke the word ‘dare’, I knew he thought that I was a pussy and would’ve picked truth.

"Dare.” I said with confidence, although it soon disappeared when I saw him smirk, pleased by my actions.

"I dare you to take your top off."

My eyes widened. “What? No.”

No. I had nothing under my crop top. He pouted. “Come on, it’s not like I haven’t seen many tits before.”

Exactly. He’s seen a lot of…’tits’, so mine would probably be a disappointment.

"No, Nate."

"Fine. I dare you to…give me a lap dance."

My heart stopped and I chewed on my bottom lip.

Come on, you can do it Rey. It’s just a lap dance. You can do it.

I slowly stood up and scratched the back of my head, mumbling:

"But I won’t be good at it."

He looked up at me, before he stood up and sat down on the coffee table, not saying anything. Great, now he thinks I’m a loser. He hooked his hand around the back of my thigh and pulled me into him, so I was standing between his legs.

"I’ll show you.” he said and turned me around, clamping his knees shut so I wouldn’t escape him.

His hands gripped into my thighs and he brought me down on his lap. I sat still, feeling all the blood rushing to my cheeks. I was so embarrassed right now.

I gasped when his hand placed itself on my naked stomach, before wandering down towards the hem on my pants, his fingertips slipping under them, almost touching my underwear.

I jumped up, startling him.

“You absolute dick! Give me my earring back now!” I said, my whole face burning. I was so angry with him; I was going to explode. Who did he think he was?

“But the game isn’t over.” he pouted.

I let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, god! Why are you doing this?”

“I’m bored.”

“Then go and have fun with my cousin.” I muttered.

“You’re not jealous, are you?”

I snorted. “Excuse me? I don’t even care about whoever you choose to fuck!”

I sat down (more like slammed my ass down the carpet) and crossed my arms over my chest.

“You’re disgusting. No wonder your dad isn’t here anymore.”

His eyes narrowed and he stood up. My heart stopped.

“You don’t know anything about that.,” he said darkly, before stepping closer.

He stood above me, and I leaned back on my palms, to get away from him.

“I know you feel attracted to me, Renee.,” he hissed getting down on his knees, straddling me, restricting any way of escape from him.

“You’re so full of yourself.” I spat with all of my left confidence.

He leaned forwards and I leaned backwards, trying to create as much space between us as I could. I ended up flat on my back.

“Come on, just admit it. Every girl in this fucking neighborhood likes me.”

“Well not me. I’m not attracted to ignorant assholes.” I said before biting my lip. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that either.

I tried to push him away by pressing my palms against his chest. He caught my hands with his and put them over my head, leaning over so he was hovering over me. His crotch was pressing into my thigh.

“You got a big mouth.,” he stated, his alcohol breath hitting my lips and nose.

His eyes were slightly red from all the alcohol he drank.

“I wonder how it would feel around my big cock.”

I was disgusted and somehow…turned on at the same time.

He stared at me for a second, before he suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t react.

He started moving his lips against mine and I gave in. His tongue slipped between my lips and I arched my back at the feeling of his tongue piercing.

He pulled back too soon, but not before biting down on my bottom lip and tugging at it.

“I knew you wanted me,” he said getting up on his feet. I was somehow sad that he didn’t continue the kiss.

“Yeah sure, boost your ego.”

“Why would the fact that you like me boost my ego?”

That hurt, but I let it slip.

“So are you going to give me my earring or not?”

He looked at the clock that was on the wall and shrugged.

“I guess you can have it back, since you’re not into dirty games.”

So he considered me a loser. I didn’t even know why his opinion mattered so much to me.

He took a step forwards, right when a car stopped in front of his house. We heard voices. I froze when I heard my grandparents’ voices, followed by the voice of Nate’s mum.

“Here,” he said pulling the earring out of his jacket pocket. “Now go through the back door so you won’t get in trouble.”

“What about you? Won’t you get in trouble for all this mess?”

“I am trouble.”

I looked at him for a second, and he looked at me, before I turned around and walked towards the door he spoke of. I slipped outside in his back garden and ran around the house, swiftly crossing the street.

My grandparents were still talking to Nate’s mother, who probably didn’t even know what was waiting on her inside.

I saw the light on in Katherine’s room and threw a few pebbles at her window.

The window opened. “Nate, what now?” she asked, and it occurred to me that Nate probably used to climb up in her room every night for a quick shag.

“It’s me! Can you come quick and open the back door?”

She rolled her eyes and disappeared, to appear at the back door a few seconds later. She let me in and locked the door, before we both ran up the stairs in darkness.

“Where were you? What took you so long?” she hissed, stopping me at my door, right when we heard the front door open.

“The earring was in a vase.” I muttered. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” she said and tiptoed to her room.

I closed the door to my room and took my shoes off, before going to close my curtains. I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Harris entering the house, then stopping the doorway, probably horrified at the sight in front of her.

I closed the curtains and went to brush my teeth, take my contacts out, then change into my PJ’s and get into bed.

I stared at the black ceiling for god knows how long, just thinking about what happened tonight.

The kiss with Nate.

I liked it, I wasn’t going to lie.

No, I didn’t like Nate. I liked the kiss, yes, it gave me a good feeling.

Yes, he was attractive, but I still didn’t like him.

However, the look in his eyes when I talked about his father startled me. He was angry, but for a moment I swear I saw a glint of hurt.