Lost Inside Your Love

 A/N: hi! this is my first time writing a story, hope you like it and please vote, comment, fan!! xxoo

*~*WARNING- THERE IS A SEXUAL SCENE RIGHT AT THE BEGINING, IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT STUFF, THEN DONT READ!!

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Chapter 1

His rough hands slid down my waist, then around me, to rest on the curve of my back. I gasped as his tongue traced my jawline and arched my back towards him, pushing my hips against his.

Gosh, I can live the rest of my life having him touch me in every way possible. He was like a drug. My drug.  He grew harder as I pressed myself against him and traced the contours of his back with my finger. His lips attacked mine hungrily and I willingly complied when his hand travelled down between my legs, separating them further. He groaned as he eased himself inside me and I moaned his name aloud.

“Oh Ai-“

“Elle!” I was yanked out of my wonderfully vivid dream as my mother shook me violently. I jolted awake and bolted upright, glaring at my mother who stood there with a grin like a Cheshire cat on her face.

“Rise and shine sweetie! First day of a new year, you don’t want to be late do you?” She strode over to my window sill and yanked the curtains open, the sun momentarily blinding me. I shoved my face into my pillow and groaned.

“Mhm , five more minutes.” My voice came out muffled as I tightened my grip on the pillow. Just as I started to drift off back to my wonderful dream of me and a certain somebody in a passionate embrace, she grabbed the pillow and yanked it away from me. Ugh, she gets so annoying when it’s school time. Glancing around my ‘boyish room’ as my best friend Poppy calls it, I find my clock hung above my desk in the right corner of my room, it was ten to eight.

“Eleanor, get up right now, I’m going to be late for work, and i think I’m already late as it is, it starts-“

“Now, mom go, your late go, go go go.” I said while shooing her out of my room. Her work starts at quarter to eight and here she was blabbing and trying to get me out of bed. As if she didn’t already know that Poppy wouldn’t leave a day without coming past in the mornings to pick me up, or if I wasn’t already going with somebody else.

“Okay, I’m going. Your money is on the kitchen bench, your clothes are all washed, ironed, and packed in...uh where did I leave them?” She had wandered out of the room, only to pop her head back in and look at me thoughtfully,  “Oh yeah i put them in your closet and before you ask why i ironed them, it’s because I want you to be presentable to school, and I am rambling and…why am I saying ‘and’ so many times?”

“Mom relax, you’re going to give yourself a seizure.” Well last year’s science class with Mrs Armstrong sure paid off, I never knew that I will actually remember that word. I trudged after her to  the front door, yawning and cursed the creator of school.

“All right then, bye bye. See you in the afternoon and if I’m late don’t wait for me, just grab something to eat with Poppy.” My mom said as she power walked to her car in high heels. Seriously how could people wear them, I don’t think I can last an hour without having blisters on my feet or toppling over in agony.

As soon as my mom was out of sight, I shut and locked the door, walking back to my room and sitting on my bed.

What was that dream meant to be about? Aiden is a senior and I am junior, well senior next year, but this year just started. He barely notices me, the only time he looked me in the eye was in seventh grade when we were playing soccer and me being the idiotic, brainless, naïve person i am, was running around (I was in seventh grade!) when a ball from the other side of the field barrelled over the field and landed on me. Then to make matters worse, I lay down on the wet grass, dazzled and found myself staring at the most admirable and dazzling grey eyes, almost piercing straight through mine, asking me if I was alright. Because apparently he was the one that kicked the ball.

I was then jolted back to reality by Poppy’s signature car horn. How disturbing is her horn, now that I think about it, she must of put that kind of horn on purpose. Wait can you choose your car horn type? Well if you can she most certainly did.