Do I Love Him?

Head-banging

"Ok, let's talk." he says, sitting down.

"I need alcohol if you want me to talk." I tell him.

"Ok, I'll go grab some beers." he says. I think I'll need something stroger than that...

He returns with a few beers, opens one for me and hands it to me then takes one for himself.

"How do you feel? Are you ok?"

"It's just mostly anger. Of couse, I'm ok. I feel as if I want to swear off guys though."

"Why would you want to do that when there are guys like me around?"

"Maybe that's exactly why."

"Seriously, though, we're not all bad."

Where did I hear that before?

"Where did I hear that before?"

"I don't know. Do you feel better? Do you need me to join you in boxing classes or something to relieve the anger?"

"No, I'm fine." I said and got up to hug him.

"What are you doing? Are you going to strangle me or something?" he asked.

"I'm just going to give you a hug." I said and embraced him, making him stand too. I'm so definitely, positively drunk.

I only had like 3 beers, though. Guess I never really realised that I got drunk fast.

Even though he was all muscular, he felt soft and comfy. I didn't want to let go so I started squeezing. "You're like a huge teddy." I say softly.

"You can let go, you know, but personally, I don't mind." he said.

I look up at him and study him. His black hair is a bit messy, his lips are slightly pink and his eyes are brown, like chocolate. I love chocolate! I wonder if he tastes like chocolate.

"Do you taste like chocolate?" I asked. But before he could get a word out, I grabbed him by the collar and kissed him.

Immediately, he responded. His tongue slipped into my mouth and ,my hands moved to his waist. I wonder if he has tickles.

I moved my hands slowly to the end of his t-shirt, then I travelled up to his abs, outlining them with my fingers. I moved my hands around, to tickle him but he had none.

Nylon switched from my lips and began kissing my neck then he was biting. Hopefully, he won't leave a hickey. I hate those.

Then I pushed him away, remembering my inquiry.

"You don't taste like chocolate." I tell him.

"No, but you taste drunk," he said, laughing. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Then he lifted me bridal style and carried me to my room and dropped me on my bed lightly.

As he was about to turn and leave, I grabbed his hand but I grabbed too roughly because he fell and landed on top of me.

"You know, this isn't such a bad position." he says.

I pushed him off, giggling like an idiot. "Please stay. I'm afraid to sleep by myself."

Lies!

"Um, ok." he said, uncomfortably.

In a matter of minutes, I drifted asleep with Nylon's arm around me.

I could've sworn I heard "Love you." but then again, I am drunk.

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I woke up the next morning with a banging headache. Then I realized that Nylon's arm was wrapped around me. "How did I reach in this predicament?" I thought. It felt good, though. I didn't want to move.

I poked Nylon.

He stirred a bit and finally got up.

"Morning." he said. "I'm guessing you're sober."

"Why are you in my bed?" I asked in the most serious voice I could muster.

"Long story. I'll be going now." he said, getting up.

"I can't remember anything that happened last night." I say. "We didn't, um, you know, right?"

He smirked. "What do I know?"

"We didn't, like, do anything, right." I asked, anxiously. I wouldn't want to forget something like that but I didn't mention that to Nylon.

"Of course not. I wouldn't want to take advantage of you like that. I like my women sober and able." he said, still smirking.

I wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"You're not my type anyway." he said.

For some reason, that hurt my feelings. Thankfully, he left my room at that moment.

I don't know why but I started crying.

Why the frankenstein did I feel hurt by that simple statement?

"You okay?" I heard.

I turned and saw Guy. I walked out on to my balcony. "How long have you been standing there?"

"I came to get something for school then I saw you. crying your eyes out. What's wrong? Is it your pretty boy boyfriend again?"

I smiled. "No."

"Shit! School!" I said then I ran to the bathroom, stripped my clothes and showered. I then hurriedly got my clothes and put them on. Guy (and Nylon) was already gone.

I had about ten minutes to get to school so I grabbed an apple, got in my car and went to school.

~o~o~

In third period, Ms. Jackson, the school secretary, called me out of class, to the office.

"What did I do?" I don't know.

"Your mother is here to pick you up." Ms. Jackson says, answering my question.

My headache just worsened.

A/N I know I haven't uploaded in FOREVER! Sorry about that...

Sorry for spelling mistakes and vocab... Enjoy! (Sorry it's sooo short!)

THANKS FOR READING!!!!!!!!

-SarcasmRocks :)