Music. Usually it's something I like. I listen to it all the time. During school. During class. During lunch. During the train ride home. During the train ride to school. While my friends are fangirling about useless things like prom and etc.
In this setting though-the one setting on earth- that I don't like music.
I stared at the house in front of me. The music was blasting and still all the other lights in the other houses were off. Did they not here the noise? Why wouldn't they just call the police? Why? It's not even useful music. It's music with artists calling girls hoes and bitches or stuff about the unrealistic ( unless plastic ) butt I will never have.
In my pocket my phone rang, and I pulled it out slowly. Trying my best to not move for as long as possible.
It wasn't even just the music.
It was the drugs and the drinking. Like Jesus Christ. Did they all want to die at 20?
I answered on the second ring.
"Lila if you don't get your ass in here I'm going to fucking-"
"Jesus Christ, fine." I muttered, then hung up, but didn't move an inch. "Why am I here again?" I asked myself, lifting a hand and tossing my side bangs from my face. I put my hair up into two small buns and actually put on make up. It wasn't as much as Angela normally put on, but it was there. In all honestly I was pretty sure that Angela's new boyfriend was here. The boyfriend I'd been hearing about for a week and a half at least.
You'd think I'd have met him by now, right? Nope. Ironically, Angela's and my schedules don't really coincide. Usually, we'd at least have lunch together but I joined a couple clubs and now I have a club every single day. Poetry, Chess, Debate, Anime, K-Pop.
I took a step towards the house and then exhaled, feeling frustrated.
I took another step until I was just walking towards the house. Aware that this was probably the worst decision I've ever made. I pulled my jacket tighter around me, as the wind picked up. I walked up the steps as slow as possible. My thoughts seemed to haunt me as I walked up the stairs. I lowered my head and just like that he popped into my head. Him and his sexy smile.
My face warmed thinking about what happened last week.
"We're here." He said in the driver's seat, glancing over at me, licking his bottom lip. I swallowed nervously and glanced down from his gaze, trying to keep my own heated gaze from penetrating him. I moved my eyes back to his and felt my face flush. He leaned forwards almost instantly and placed a hand on my cheek making my blood pump painfully.
"Are you ok?" He asked, as I bit down on my bottom lip, and dragged my eyes up to meet his concerned ones. As I did I almost yelped. I reeled backwards and grabbed the door handle.
"Thanks for the ride!" I shouted, pushing the door open, certain he could hear my heart beat. One of these days I was really going to kiss him, and when that happened, I was screwed.
I pushed open the door, my body heat lowering as the first thing that hit me was the smell. The scent of sex and vomit. As I pushed past the people by the door, including the couples on the verge of having sex right there. It was a little...
It was crowded, but not to the point where I was stuck in one spot.
I stopped as I finally made it to a mostly deserted hall. I leaned against the wall after checking for vomit and sighed, lowering my head. I still hadn't found her. Abruptly, someone placed their hand on my right shoulder and pushed me into the wall slowly. I blinked and found myself peering into the cocky, handsome face of Jako.
"What the hell?" I asked, pushing his hand off of my shoulder.
"Are you ok?" He asked, leaning in really close to me. Close enough to make me feel irritated and uncomfortable all at once. I lifted my chin and licked my bottom lip irritated.
"I'm fine. Leave me alone." He paused and leaned in closer, his hand suddenly against the wall besides me. I glanced at his hand and then at him, confused.
"Why?" He asked leaning in towards me. "Just because you asked me to?"
"That's pretty much the idea, yeah."
"What if I don't want to?" At that I rolled my eyes, seriously getting annoyed.
"Oh, bite me, Jako." And just like that his other hand slammed against the wall and he leaned in, just as my head was turned looking at his hand. I was not expecting it when he caught my ear in his teeth. My face flushed instantly, and I pushed him away, holding my ear with both hands.
"What the hell!" He just giggled and grinned at me.
"Well, you're the one who asked me to bite you." I dropped my hands.
"I'm going to kill you." I snapped reaching for him, ready to wrap my tiny hands around his big neck, when a female voice called my name.
"Lila!" I froze and turned to see Angela running over to me, her red hair bouncing on her shoulders. She cut her hair into a bob a little while ago, but since her hair grew quickly it was already reaching her shoulders. Behind her I noted the jock. I could already see he was way bigger than both of us, and I could see that he looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but here. "You came inside!" Her cheerful voice seemed to somehow over power the loud music.
I nodded lowering my arms to my side. I motioned to the tall block of cringing.
"Who's this?" Immediately, she blushed.
"This is Tark. He's my boyfriend."
"Oh, I see." I said, and then slipped my hands into my pockets. "You're on the soccer team?"
"With me." Jako said lifting a hand that boyish grin on his face. I'd forgotten he was even here. Just like that it was as if my friend had a heart attack. She gripped my shoulder tightly and gaped at him for a moment.
"You know Lila?" She asked, glancing at me now. I swallowed nervously. I hadn't mentioned that his family was technically a family friend of my own family. I licked my bottom lip, and looked at Jako. Begging him with my eyes to not say anything.
"Of course I do! Our families are friends."
The worst part was, he looked so innocent saying it. He looked as if he had no idea of what he was saying, but we both knew he knew.
"You son of a bitch."
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