A few hours passed, and Zac finally went home.
I waited a few more minutes to compose myself before going downstairs.
I went into the kitchen but Andrew wasn't there. Then I heard some shuffling coming from his room.
I knocked on the open door and he turned to look at me.
"Hm. Hey."
I raised a brow and pushed the door all the way open.
"Hey?"
He sighed and sat on his bed then looked over at me.
I nodded and pushed the door shut before sitting down a few inches away from him.
It was a dead silence between the two of us. It wasn't awkward, but there was obvious tension in the air.
"Vivian."
"Yes?"
I replied quietly, looking at the now-closed door.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said or done what I did earlier. And I apologize."
His tone was blunt and slightly harsh. Like he's never said sorry in his life.
"You don't sound very convincing."
I replied with a sarcastic and sassy expression in my voice.
He looked at me angrily, but somewhat calm.
"I don't usually use the term sorry. You know that. I'm not used to it."
It was annoying, but I knew very well he had trouble apologizing to people. That's just how he was raised. But it still pissed me off.
"Well, you don't have to use words to apologize you know."
He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well, how the fuck else am I supposed to apologize!?"
I frowned and stood up, yelling at him.
"I don't know, but you can at least try fucking harder! You're such an asshole!"
He stood up, hovering over me.
"Listen. Vivian. I try alright. I don't care if it seems like it or not!"
I pushed him away from me in the heat of the moment.
He quickly grabbed my arm and threw me back against the wall, standing in front of me.
"You're a little shit, you know that right?"
I looked up at him angrily.
"You're not any better."
He stared at me, boiling with anger, and came closer to my ear.
"You haven't changed at all.."
I took a deep breath, retaliating.
"You've gotten worse."
He leaned down a bit more and kissed my Jawline.
My eyes widened in surprise.
"Andrew?.. What are you doing?"
He exhaled as he kissed my neck.
"I don't know.."
He continued, leaving soft kisses down the side of my neck and onto my shoulders.
"A-Andrew, I don't think.."
My body shivered as he hummed into my skin.
"I'm sorry. I promise I am, Viv."
A tear rolled down my face and he pulled back quickly.
"Viv- Vivan. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I-"
I don't know how...
And I don't know why.
But, I couldn't control myself.
I ended up right in front of him again, with my hands holding his soft face.
My body moved on its own, and I kissed him.
There's that funny feeling again.
My face feels hot, and my stomach aches.
Andrew wrapped his hands around my waist, pressing me back up against the wall.
I hated it, but I loved it at the same time.
My past screamed let me go, but my present begged for more.
I don't know what to do. I'm shaking from fear and excitement.
"Andrew.."
I gasped quietly between kisses.
"Fuck, Viv. I'm so sorry."
I moaned quietly as he picked me up and laid me on his bed.
He started to kiss my neck, leaving little marks as he moved down to my shoulders.
He stopped and sat up a bit, looking at me with tears in his eyes.
"Tell me to stop, Vivian."
I looked up at his glossy eyes. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. This angry boy was going to cry.
"Keep going."
He looked down at me with that usual cranky look.
"Fuck, Vivan, you haven't changed."
I slipped my hands over his shoulders, pulling him into me again.
"You've gotten worse."
He smashed his lips back into mine as he slowly undid his pajama pants.
He slowly asked between the gaps of our heavy kissing session.
"I'm gonna ask you again, and unless you say no now, I'm not stopping until I finish."
I nodded quickly as I continued to kiss him.
"Are you sure?"
I finally calmed down, to think and answer him.
"Y-yes. I'm sure."
He frowned, tying the strings on his pants.
He looked down at my hands and back up to my eyes.
He got up and sat down on the bed next to me.
"You hesitated."
I protested.
"I was nervous."
He ignored me and laid down, pulling out his phone.
"Your hands were shaking and we haven't even started. And that look behind your eyes was fear and lust."
My eyelids started drooping as I stood up and started walking out of his room.
I reached for the handle of the door and he grabbed my wrist harshly.
"Vivian, you're-"
Suddenly my ears were ringing and I couldn't hear his voice. I got lightheaded and my knees were weak.
He caught me and picked me up, placing me on his bed.
"Vivian?"
He checked my pulse , figured I blacked out, and clicked his tongue.
"Tch... Stupid girl."
Andrew went to the kitchen to get a hot towel and make me some soup.
I guess I really was sick.
I woke up a few hours later with the hot towel on my forehead and a small bowl of heated soup on the bedside table.
Andrew was asleep in a chair next to the bed. His soft snoring was so childlike, it seemed like we were 6 again.
He had drool coming from the side of his mouth. Disgusting, but cute.
I cleared my throat and he didn't wake up. I let a small smile slip and tired to shake him awake, but he didn't budge.
I sighed quietly.
"Stupid boy."
He mumbled softly in his sleep.
"Vivian... you.. dumbass."
I frowned and looked over at his hand that was placed near my leg at the edge of the bed.
He definitely has some attractive hands, and you could tell by the veins that he had a strong grip.
I swallowed and looked away embarrassed, whispering to myself.
"What the hell is wrong with me.."
I looked back over at the soup and frowned, laying back down, deciding to go back to sleep.