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“What makes you think I want to talk to you?”
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“Look, I’m really not in the mood to talk… Can you just- go?”
“What makes you think I want to talk to you?”
“Well, let’s just hope we know each other better by then.”
"Well, if I'm pretending for seven minutes, you might as well tell me one or two things about yourself, or do you expect us to stare at each other the whole time?"
she narrowed her eyes looking at him, “are you actually sorry?”
"What do you care?" He asked, looking back at her. "That was what you wanted to hear, wasn't it?"
“Please…. don’t tell anyone. That wasn’t supposed to, you weren’t meant to, to– Please…”
“Do you seriously think I would tell on you? My lips are sealed, but you have to tell me what happened.”
“I never disappoint.” She teased slipping off her panties and tossing them at him.
"Prove it" He replied, a smirk forming in his lips as he cached her panties. He tossed them aside quickly and stood closer to her, breaking the distance between the two.
Grace wouldn’t dare to smoke anything. With her father being the chief of police, what type of person would she be with that image? “No thanks,” she declined kindly before looking away. She darted her eyes around to see if a familiar car was approaching, but no headlights came to view in that moment as she stared out into the dark. It was silent and she felt slightly awkward with someone, a fellow student, smoking near her, so she simply decided to spark conversation. “You’re a senior?” He looked like he could be one.
He shrugged when the girl next to him declined his offer, not even bothering to look her way. He took the cigaret to his lips, blowing all the smoke out in one slow motion. Blake had came here after the match hoping to be alone, but now that he had run into someone, he realized that perhaps he didn't mind the company after all. He was too lost in his thoughts when he heard the girl speak again. "Yes, and you're not" He started, turning his head slightly to look at her. "I don't believe I've seen you around, I would certainly remember if I had" He finished, his eyes still looking her way as he continued to smoke.
“Look, it’s not like you’re bad looking or anything. It’s just, I don’t kiss people I consider strangers?”
“Yes, I said that I got it didn’t I? But if you happen to play again, I won’t spare you so easily.”
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The sound of his name and the moan that escaped the girl’s lips made Blake’s breathing uneven, taking each breath heavily. He felt her hand tightening in his hair and wasn’t sure he could take this any longer. The desire was overpowering him. It was now his turn to guide her hand, and without stoping his fingers from touching inside her, his other hand took hers and placed it over the south of his pants, feeling himself harden with need and desire. “Mia” he muttered, he didn’t have any words so he whispered her name once again, the need in his voice reflecting her own. Hi pushed himself against her as her back arched for him. His lips found hers once again and he kissed passionately, he kissed her like he had never kissed her before.
“I’m pretty sure both of those things happen to be untrue. No offense.”
“None taken, but how can you be so sure?”
“I don’t know, my friend basically dragged me into it. Everybody else was playing, so…”
“It’s fine, I get it. You’re too scared. We’ll pretend, like you said. Just know that you’ll be missing out.”
“There’s only one way we could find out.”
“I can not wait to find out. I just hope you don’t disappoint me.”
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“I’m game, but how the hell are we gonna get in?”
“I’m confident we’ll figure it out on the way, besides how hard can it be? We’ve probably done worse.”
Jo woke up. Blinking several times, it wasn’t until the banging headache kicked in that she began to realise that she wasn’t at home. What had she been up to last night? She couldn’t exactly remember. Letting out a weak groan, she rolled onto her side only to feel the soft touch of grass against her face. She sat up suddenly, looking around at her surroundings. How the hell had she ended up in the middle of the old trailer park? Jo thrusted a hand into the pocket of her bomber jacket, searching for the one thing that might give her a clue to what the hell had happened, but her phone was not there. Nor was her money or her keys.
It was then that she noticed she wasn’t exactly alone. Jo shook the sleeping body, letting out a sigh. If only some part of her could remember what had happened last night. “Wake up!” She exclaimed, standing up and looking around as the boy sat up. Why did this always happen to her?
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Blake woke up immediately, a soft groan escaping hi slips as he opened his eyes. He sat up slowly, placing a hand over his head, feeling the too familiar headache that began to kick in. “Do you have to be this loud?” He asked a hint of annoyance in his voice. He stood up, standing close to the girl while his eyes scanned his surroundings. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there, but he stood calm, after all, this wasn’t the first time he had been too drunk to remember the events of one night.
However, the calm soon became confusion when he tried to check the timing on his phone, realizing it was nowhere to be found, nor was his wallet. He looked up at the blonde, hoping to find some answers; perhaps, she remembered a bit more than he did. “Enough mystery for one night, wouldn’t you say? Enlighten me. What the hell happened last night?”
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“Oh really?” Jo smirked back at him, crossing over her arms. “Now you’re just challenging me to a drinking competition and I never back down.”
“Well, if you insist.” He said, the smirk not leaving his lips as he refilled both their cups. “I’m officially challenging you, mystery girl. Show me what you’re made of.”
“We’ll see about that,” Fiona nodded, her own eyes falling to the road. “Thought so. Not quite. Fiona, actually.”
“Fiona, well... if you ask me, I’d say I already improved your day.” He said, his eyes looking at hers for a second. “But don’t settle just yet, it can get even better.”
“is that something you always do? change peoples words up so that they sound better to you?”
“I didn’t realize I was doing that, sorry, love”