3. The Time
Once I was on my way back to the party, I noticed the curly haired boy standing in the hallway. I could tell he was looking at me.
Don't make eye contact Kyndal don't make eye contact. I kept saying this over and over.
When I had just passed him in the hallway I could feel somebody grab my wrist. Him. We stood face to face and he whispered in my ear,"You are gorgeous. Would you like to come back to my room?"
At that point I was out of it. My mind told me not to but my heart told me to.
He gave me that good looking smirk again. God I loved that smirk.
He led me back to his room and sat me on the bed. I studied his room for a while. It was full of books and had a flat screen tv in it.
I looked back up at him as he was looking up and down my body. I could see the bulge in his pants.
I stood up and walking right I front of him I whispered in his ear," I know what you want." He had a faint smile but I could see his dimples.
He moved closer to me. Our bodies touching now. His warm breath sending shivers down my spine. He put his hand on my waist and pulled me tighter to him.
He pressed his warm, smooth lips against mine. In that moment I forgot about leaving the party. I forgot all about Morgan.
Crap. My phone. I knew it was Morgan. I pulled away and he whimpered.
"I have to go. I'm sorry my friend is here to pick me up."
He gave me a sad look. "Alright. Can I at least have your number?" I nodded my head and he handed me his phone.
I really didn't want to leave now but I knew if I didn't I would regret it.