The Hierarchy

Chapter 6: Partying and Forgetting

"You're really attractive to me, Little Peanut." He says to me. "More than Mackenzie."

I look at him again still intrigued. I swing one leg over his body and straddle him as he reclines on his bed. His hands rest lightly against my waist and he pulls me against him. I wanna bury myself in a hole and die when a moan escapes my lips but I push it aside.

I'm bending down about to press Liam McCormack's lips to mine but I stop and then he stops. "I'm not going to sit here and let this happen. It's basically taking advantage of you. You won't even remember this in the morning."

I roll off of him and pout a little returning my first potion. Although he said he wasn't going to let this happen, he still wraps an arm around me pulling me close to him and I can't help but feel grateful.

***

It isn't the bright ass sunlight that wakes me up in the morning, but the loud ringing of my phone. I squint my eyes and shield them from the sun as it comes barreling through the parted curtains. I look over and see Liam draping himself around me and I freak out.

What the hell am I doing in Liam McCormick's bed? When did we leave my house? What happened to movie night?

I slowly slip out of his grip and he doesn't stir at all. I sigh in relief as I pull my hair out of the atrocious bun it's in. I look down and see that I'm in his shirt and memories from last night start flooding back to me slowly. 

I wanted to have sex with Liam.

"Holy shit, I'm insane."

"I wouldn't say insane, peanut," Liam says breaking the thick coat of silence. "I'd say fiesty is the better word."

"I made a complete fool of myself!" I complain. "I was so stupid. I mean why would I even kiss you? I hate you! You're like my nemesis and I don't do the whole hate-love thing."

"Whoa, calm down."

"I am completely calm thank you very much," I say crossing my arms.

His eyes subtly wander my whole body scanning my appearance. I can't look that good that his eyes need to burn into my skin like that. "You're like an uptight bitch when you're sober."

I furrow my eyebrows and my mouth drops open. "Excuse me?"

He nods his head slowly. "Yeah, like one of those preppy girls who think they're better than everyone else."

"Um..."

"Oh, wait...that is the very definition of Caprice Hunters-Valentine." He says with a lopsided grin. "I'll take you home peanut."

He stands up revealing his very, very, chiseled six-pack that literally makes me want to look away. But of course, I don't. I finally met his eyes after basically eating him with mine. He has an amused look on his face. "Like what you see?"

"Shut up," I mumble. 

He walks past me to go to the bathroom and change."I would've kissed you if you were sober."

"I shouldn't have made the move anyways. It would've been a waste."

***

I close the front door to my house and lean against it. My whole family is gone to go to Lorenzo's dance competition. I never go because I will never hear the end of how my mother saying that it could be me on that stage. That threw a perfect dance career down the drain. That I could have had better. I hate when she says that. Just because all of her other children are perfect and not a problem and have a dance career to lean on for the rest of their lives, that doesn't mean I have to.

Sometimes I think my mom sees me as a burden. She had me at sixteen which isn't normal for anyone. I know she loves me but she makes it seem like she missed out on so much because she had me. She missed the first two years of my life and then suddenly I became a part of her life. I became a responsibility while she was in high school. She went to college looking forward to living with her friends and ended up having to find a house with another bedroom, for me. She didn't date or bring anyone home because of me. Until she met Alex, I don't remember hearing about any other guy. She had to make sure it was okay for her to marry Alex because she wanted to make sure it was okay with me. She took me to Connecticut as much as possible to see my biological dad. When she married Damien she asked me first. All her decisions were asked through me before she did them. She's always been having to me before her.

My dad, Damien, had no obligation to be my father. I wasn't his responsibility. H didn't need to pay for me. He didn't need to do anything for me. But he did. He was the father I never really got the pleasure of having and my mom is so lucky he cares for her the way he does.

I sigh and push myself off of the door. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and wrap my arms around this sweatshirt Liam gave me. I dial Valerie's number and she picks up on the first ring.

"Hey," she says immediately.

"Oh, hi. You seem excited." I say amused by her eagerness.

"I am. I need to catch you up. Can I come over?" she asks.

"Yes, please do. I'm alone and I need to tell you something too."

"I'll be there in an hour."