Hold my hand

Chapter 9

"Did anyone ever tell you you can't always have what you want!?"
I shouted at him. I was upset. This was my first kiss and it was not embarrassing but it wasn't great either. I mean kiss was great it was just not as I imagined my first kiss to be like. I thought it would be more romantic. Honestly it didn't bother me my first kiss was with Chris, fact that he's probably drunk and he won't remeber it in the morning bothered me. The fact that even if he rememberd it he would probably regret it hurted me so bad.

"Yes." He answered.

"Well do you know people say that for a reason?!" I screamed again.

"Maybe, but I guess I can."

"Ugh! I hate you!" I honestly didn't hate him, I was just upset.

"How could you do this to me? You know it was my first kiss! You are such..." I was cut off by his lips on mine again. I pulled him away.

"What the hell are you doing!?" I screamed at him.

"Giving you back your first kiss you want so bad."

"You idiot! You can't give it back! Why am I even talking to you now, you're way too drunk!" I turned around but he grabbed my wrist.

"Wait, don't hate me. It was a stupid thing for me to do." He looked in my eyes.

"Look you're drunk. Just call me tomorrow when you wake up." I said and turned around again.

"I'll walk you home. Just let me at least do that. " he said.

"You're gonna leave your own party?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It's not that fun anyway." He said and took his jacket.

"Okay."

We stepped outside. The cold wave of fresh air hit me. Chris took of his jacket

"Please don't do that move where you give me your jacket and I should be impressed by it." I said. He put his jacket over my shoulders.

"Why do you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?" I asked confused.

"Whenever I try to do something nice for you or help you you make me feel like a bad guy."

"I'm sorry?" It came out more like a question.

"I'm just asking you why? Usually girls would kill for someone to do that for them and here I am doing that for you so you don't freeze and you make me feel like I'm trying to kill you."

"I'm sorry. I just... I don't know. I guess I'm not used to it." I shrugged.

"I'm not trying to do anything bad for you. I'm just trying to be a good friend." He looked at me.

"Are you drunk?" I asked him.

"Why are you asking that?"

"You aren't drunk?" I asked.

"Why does that matter?" He asked back.

"Why did you kiss me if you weren't drunk?" I looked at him. He robbed the back of his neck.

"Maybe I was." He said

"You don't seem drunk now."

"Maybe fresh air helped me calm down."

"Maybe..." I teased.

"We will never know."

"I guess we won't." I said deciding to let it go.

"You're going on a date with Hunter?" He asked after few minutes.

"I guess."

"He can be dick sometimes." He said.