"Beyoncé or Lady Gaga?"
"Fuck you."
"Oh come on, just answer the question." Ok, I know it's a bit of an evil thing to ask but I just have to be sure.
"Fine, is both an option?" Thomas asks, arching a brow as if he's just found a loophole. "No, just choose pussy," I lie, obviously both is an option. How the fuck could anyone choose? I smirk when I see the clear frustration on his face.
"You know what, no. Both, final answer," he all but shouts, clearly determined. He folds his arms across his chest, laying back in his seat comfortably. He gives me a devious smirk and I can't help but mirror it.
"Fine. Both is the correct answer anyway," I deadpan. "What?" He snaps, glaring at me in a way that would make anyone who didn't know him shake with fear. I can't help but laugh.
"Ok," I reply in between laughter, "I may have lied when I said it wasn't an option. I mean, who can actually make such a hard decision?"
They are both queens. Icons. Don't you dare try and tell me otherwise.
"Ok, my turn," he pleaded, almost sounding like a child. I swear he was five years old on the inside. I've come to learn that his personality can go from that of a child's to that of a horny teenager in an instant. It's frankly concerning but also kinda cute.
We'd been playing this game for a while now. We give two options and we have to choose one. The questions weren't really that hard to answer, especially Thomas's. His were easy, but I tried to give him a bit of a challenge. I'd succeeded multiple times in fazing him with my questions. He honestly wasn't that good at making decisions.
We hadn't been here that long, but still every couple minutes, my phone would buzz. I knew it had to be Sarah, wondering how it was going. I swear, that girl can be too nosy for her own good sometimes. God help Ariana when she learns that. I'm sure they weren't all Sarah though, some were more than likely my Mom, wondering where I was. Of course, I'd forgotten to inform her that I was 'staying back in school to study.' She didn't have to know that I was on a date, wait no, not a date, with Thomas.
"Chocolate or," he takes a moment to come up with something else, "strawberry?" Is it a coincidence that he asks that when we are sitting in the place that serves my favourite chocolate milkshake? The answer is obviously chocolate. The fruit is nice, but strawberry flavoured things are disgusting. Too sweet.
Before I can answer though, someone interrupts me. Their voice is gruff and unfamiliar, causing a shiver to run down my spine. Before he even came into view, I could already guess who it was. It's not often that I'm truly scared, but now, I'm fucking petrified.
"Well what do we have here?" The person asks, finally coming into view. Ricky Wheeler. He was on the football team so I presumed he was one of Thomas's friends. That still didn't settle my nerves though. I knew better than to trust someone like Ricky.
Ricky Wheeler. A particularly interesting individual. Not Interesting in a good way though, oh no, interesting as in 'how the fuck can someone actually act like that' that kind of interesting. It always baffled me how he somehow managed to offend so many people with such little effort. It's almost like he just did it without realising it. Yeah, that's stupid, of course he does it on purpose. He's one of those sickos who loves to watch people suffer. That's why he petrified me.
It's not like he's ever come for me. No, he wouldn't dare. Not when I'm Asher's brother. But that didn't stop him from coming for practically everyone else in the entire school, including Sarah.
That's why I disliked him so much. For a whole year, all he did was torment Sarah. It was obvious the bastard had a crush on her, but she was never interested, for obvious reasons. It finally stopped though when she slapped him in front of the entire school. That day, was one of the best days of my life. Finally getting to see Sarah standing up for herself. I could never forget the look of sheer embarrassment and somewhat fear on his face. He practically ran away crying. It was fucking hilarious.
Ever since then, he's been quiet, almost too quiet. I knew he was plotting something. What? I couldn't tell you. But what I do know, is that it's got to be something big. If not, he wouldn't have been quiet for this long.
"Hey Ricky, what's up man?" Thomas asks, plastering a smile on his face that was visibly different than the one he gave me. A fake smile. So he's not blind. Good. Ricky slides into the booth beside Thomas, giving him a smile that looked exactly like his. I could tell, it was almost comedic how strained it looked and how it didn't even reach his eyes. It was weird.
"Not much bro, how bout you?" Wow, am I invisible. The bitch didn't even acknowledge me.
Thomas seemed to notice this too, looking over at me with kind eyes and a smile. A real smile. Oh good, I'm not invisible. I was starting to get a bit worried there for a second.
"Just hanging with Billy, you know Asher's brother," Thomas replies, raising an eyebrow at me with a playful smirk plastered on his face. He really emphasised the last part. It's like he didn't want Ricky to forget that I was Asher's brother, because that was frankly my only protection. I should thank my brother for being popular more often.
Ricky looked confused, staring at Thomas as if he'd give him the answer. "Who?" He asks, sounding genuinely confused. I can see Thomas trying to hold back his laughter. Fucking dumbass, I'm sitting right here. I clear my throat to grab his attention, him surprisingly turning to look at me.
"Me, are you blind?"
He can't be, how else would he play football? He looks taken aback by my harsh tone but I'd expect nothing less.
"Oh yeah, hey Billy," he mutters, not even looking at me for a second before turning back to Thomas who is still looking at me. His eyes are trailing up and down my body, almost like he's lost in a transe.
"You know, I actually gotta get Billy home, sorry I can't hang Ricky." Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Oh my god I could kiss him right now. But I won't, not yet anyway.
He winks at me, still fucking smirking before pushing past Ricky who looked shocked that he didn't want to hang out with him. I take the hint and scoot out of the booth, standing beside Thomas who was facing Ricky with a small, apologetic smile.
"See ya man," Thomas mutters, not sounding as apologetic as he looked before turning to me and tilting his head in the direction of the exit. I don't hesitate to start walking towards it, Thomas right beside me, so close In fact that I could feel his hot breath on my neck, teasing me.
We didn't stop walking until we reached his car, clambering inside like there was someone chasing us.
Once we're both inside, he starts the engine, slowly pulling out of the parking lot. I can't help but realise how.......sexy he looks while driving. Hell, he looks sexy doing everything.
"Sorry about that B," he utters, when we've pulled onto the main road, "Ricky, well, he's not the sharpest tool in the shed." He turns briefly to look at me, giving me an apologetic look that I didn't like seeing on his usually joyful face.
"It's fine, I had fun anyway," I smile and even though he can only see it out of the corner of his eye, he gives me a small smile too.
"I had fun too. Hell, I don't think I've ever had that much fun in my life," I can't help but agree with him. I mean, spending time with my family and friends was fun, really fun. But, spending time with Thomas felt different. A really fucking good different that I couldn't get enough of.
The car falls into a comfortable silence, the humming of the engine a peaceful background noise to the radio that was playing a Lady Gaga song. I reached over and turned it up, not too loud, but loud enough so that it filled the silence.
"Oh, I've never heard this one before," Thomas states, turning the radio up slightly. I'm shocked, truly shocked. How has this boy never heard Lovegame before.
"You're joking right?" I ask, hopeful that he is because if not, one of us isn't making it out of this car alive. I'll give you a hint, it's not me.
"Would you be mad if I said I wasn't?" He asks hesitantly, stiffening as if preparing for my wrath. The look of pure fear on his face made me stop thinking about hitting him.
"No, I'm just surprised you haven't," I lie. It's so tempting to hit him, just do it he can take it. But he's driving and if he crashes he's taking me with him. I refrain from assaulting him for now.
He relaxed then, seemingly grateful that I didn't go through with what I had planned in my head.
"So, am I taking you home?" He asks all of a sudden. I mean, I thought it was obvious. Where else would I want to go?
"Sure," I answer hesitantly, not sure if that's the right thing to say. Did he want to take me somewhere else? I don't know. I hope not because I'm fucking tired and all I wanna do right now is go home and sleep. Even though it's not even seven pm, but still, social interaction takes a toll on me, what can I say?
The car drifts back into silence again, except for the song that is no longer Lady Gaga but some other pop song that I have no interest in.
No sooner than that do we arrive at my house, Thomas parking haphazardly on the curb. He can drive but he's and idiot when it comes to parking I swear.
He turns off the engine, looking over at me with hopeful eyes and a smile that makes my heart go wild. His mesmerising blue eyes draw me closer, but I withstand the temptation.
"So, um, bye I guess," he says, although he doesn't look like he wants to say it at all. Neither do I.
"Yeah, uh, bye," I say, reluctantly turning away and going to open the door. He stops me though, gripping my arm with so much force that I'm almost afraid he'll cut off my blood supply. I turn back to face him, his expression nervous as am I.
I instinctively lean closer, him doing the same until our faces were merely inches apart, his breath fanning my face, our lips almost touching. My heart is beating faster than I thought possible and I almost thought he could hear it with how loud it was.
"Can I, um," he asks, his voice a breathy whisper that caused butterflies in my stomach, "can I kiss you?"
I don't hesitate, "fuck yes."
In a matter of seconds his lips are on mine, kissing me tenderly. They're softer than I could have ever imagined, like clouds slowly caressing me. The kiss is slow, both of us savoring every second of it.
I move my hands to run my fingers through his soft hair, tugging him closer. He places a hand on my waist, rubbing circles into the skin with his thumb, while the other goes to the back of my neck in a desperate plea to pull me closer.
I only break away when I'm sure I need to breathe, not wanting it to end. I take in a deep breath, our lips still touching before kissing him again, a bit faster this time, our lips practically moving in sync. He nibbles on my bottom lip, begging me to open my mouth to let his tongue explore every inch of it. I want to, I really fucking want to.
But I don't.
"We will, soon," I whisper against his lips when I pull away, my breathing staggered as I try desperately to catch my breathe.
I lean back, taking in his disheveled appearance, his soft hair standing up from having my fingers run trough it. His soft, plump lips that are a shade redder from me devouring them. I'm sure mine are the same. He's panting along with me, attempting to catch his breathe as well. His hand remains on my hip, mindlessly rubbing circles with his thumb.
"We better cause that's all I wanna do right now B," his voice is raspy, barely above a whisper. I nod my head in acknowledgment. I place my hand on his that's still resting on my hip, interlocking our fingers. I bring his hand to my mouth, kissing the back of it before placing it down on his lap.
"I promise, we will."
With that, I reluctantly turn away, but not before giving him the biggest smile I could muster, him mirroring it instantly. I open the door, slowly climbing out of the car before closing it behind me.
Thomas roles down the window and I lean back in, the temptation to kiss him again unbearable.
"Bye Thomas."
"See ya round hot stuff."
I try not to puke on the spot from his cringe-worthy proclamation as he winks at me before rolling back up the window and turning on the engine, giving me a small wave that I find myself giving back before he speeds down the street, turning a corner and leaving my sight.
Trust me, all I wanted to do was shove my tongue down his throat. But, I also didn't want to risk my family seeing me devouring the star quarterback in his car.
I plan to keep my promise though, one way or another, by the end of the week I will have tasted the fine cuisine that is Thomas Baker.
A/N:
My baby's finally kissed. I'm crying I'm so proud 🥹🥲❤️
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