When you go to a small school, rumors fly around faster than you would believe and everyone pretty much knows everyone else's business whether you like it or not. News that someone tried to break into Nikki and I's place spread fast, just like the other three times it had happened to other people so far this semester, and had gone around by Sunday evening when Liam and I made our way to the cafeteria for dinner. The rumor that Liam had come to my rescue afterwards, however, had thankfully not spread to me quite yet.
"Are you going to call your mom and tell her what happened?" Liam asked as we sat in the living room part of my apartment Monday night while I finished my homework for class the next day.
I had honestly tried to steer clear of him after the whole we made out thing but he found me in my predictable hiding place in the library and insisted that he come hang out with me because he didn't want me to be alone after someone tried to break in. I politely tried to him that I could kick ass if I wanted or needed to, but I'm pretty sure the meltdown I had had the night before had said otherwise. So he still insisted that he come home with me. So there we were, sitting on my futon couch in my living room back at my apartment, half watching TV.
"Nah," I replied, "Not worth it. She'll flip out, drive down here, ask me a million questions, see that Nikki has wine in the fridge, flip her shit, and then take me home."
You see, my mother was slightly overprotective and strict. I'd grown up here in Aladine and my mom had worked at the school up until I was in 8th grade, but my mom got a new job this summer in Waterford, which was about an hour away, conveniently in time for me to go to college and putting our new house a grand total of 60 miles away which was too far for me to commute. Before March of my senior year, I'd hardly ever gone out to a party with friends that involved alcohol, I seldom ever even did anything with friends. Nikki had me come down last year with her while she stayed with her cousin a few times and had taken me out to a few parties and I had actually had a good time. My mom was uneasy about me living on campus, but after she got the new job in Waterford and my family, my parents and two little sisters, moved there, I couldn't commute which just sealed the deal with me staying on campus with Nikki. My mother would disapprove of me partying and I knew she'd disapprove of me dating Liam, and extremely disapprove of me just making out with him while he had a girlfriend.
"I really don't think that's what will happen," he laughed, "Your mom doesn't seem that bad."
"She's overbearing," I replied, "And super strict, she'd flip her shit if she knew I spent the night with you. She'd also flip her shit if she knew I drank an entire bottle of wine last night."
"Is that why you called me?" he asked.
"What? No, I texted you because I wondered if it was you knocking on my door," I replied.
"You called me a few minutes before that," he remarked, "But I didn't get to it in time and it went to voicemail."
"Then yes, the bottle of wine I consumed is why I called you," I replied, mentally slapping myself for drunk dialing Liam fucking Simpson, "I'm sorry."
"Actually, I'm sorry, I'm the one who should've apologized for what happened Saturday. I shouldn't have just kissed you, especially after what you said," he sighed.
"It's fine, really," I ensured him, almost trying to ensure myself as well.
"And I really shouldn't have made out with you yesterday morning," he said, that stupid smirk spread across his face, a gleam in his green eyes, "But you seemed to have, uh, enjoyed it just as much as I did."
"Not going to lie, I enjoyed it," I laughed, a sheepish grin making its way onto my face.
"Best few minutes of your life?" he asked with a hopeful grin on his face.
"Possibly," I replied.
"Possibly?" he asked with an adorably offended look.
"Yes, I said possibly," I laughed
"I must not have been at the top of my game," he remarked.
"Apparently not," I laughed before an almost awkward silence took over us.
"I really do want to be more than friends," he said after we sat there surrounded by painfully awkward silence.
"I do too," I replied, looking into his dazzling green eyes and losing any train of thought I had had.
All I could think of was that kiss, that's all that had been on my mind sine the morning before. I wanted his lips on mine again, I wanted to feel his touch, feel his skin on my hands again.
God damn it Olivia this is a bad idea.
"I'm not really back together with Lila, I want you to know that," he said, looking me right in the eye, which made my knees go weak.
I was pretty much screwed when he looked at me like that, he could be fucking lying to my face and it wouldn't matter and my radar wouldn't go off because of how his eyes made me stop thinking and how the twinkle they had when they looked at me made my brain to to mush.
"Well then that's good, I was starting to feel like a whore for wanting to make out with you again," I said with a half hearted laugh.
"Well then don't feel like a whore because I wouldn't mind making out again either," he grinned.
"Then what are we waiting for?" I asked rather bluntly as we both leaned in closer until our lips met again.
I have no idea what possessed me to say that, Olivia Richards before Liam Simpson wouldn't have dreamed of saying that. Then again, I never would've thought I'd be in this situation, especially with him.
We went on for longer than just a few minutes this time, which was perfectly fine by me. I lost track of time as our lips moved together and he eventually ended up slipping his tongue in my mouth and I did the same as his hands travelled up and down my back and my arms remained around his neck as he pulled me onto his lap.
"So you're definitely not still with Lila?" I asked, out of breath as he pulled away briefly.
"Definitely," he replied, his hand sliding up my back under my t-shirt.
His hands were warm, but I still flinched just a little bit at his touch but it wasn't really voluntary. Like I said before, I had a boyfriend in high school and did the whole high school boyfriend thing, but nothing we ever did was remotely close to this. The guy had kissed me on my front porch a few times and in his car a handful of times but I'd definitely never had someone else's tongue in my mouth or their hands on my body like this.
Like I said, uncharted territory.
But it felt right, like I knew what to do and like I was supposed to be swapping spit with Liam Simpson in the middle of my living room on a Monday night. And I was hoping he couldn't tell that I'd definitely never had anyone's tongue in my mouth before because I was a fan of how things were going.
"Just take it off," I mumbled as he kissed my neck.
"Really?" he asked as if I surprised him as much as I surprised myself when I realized I had really just said that thought out loud.
"Really," I replied as he pulled my shirt over my head and his hands found their way onto my bare back.
Right now, the whole "I kissed Liam Simpson even though he might have a girlfriend" thing was pretty minuscule and I didn't try to think about it too much as he tugged at the waistband of my shorts and I kicked them off of my body before I pulled his shirt over his head.
There was a moment or two where my mind told me I should be hesitating, thinking about this before going any further but any rational thought was gone as his lips and hands were all over my body.
I'd never been in this position before but I didn't care, I wanted him he obviously wanted me and he didn't need to know that I hadn't had sex or a serious physical relationship before, I just wanted him all over me. I tried to just go along with things, roll with it and hope he didn't notice.
He only stopped when he reached over to the floor and pulled his wallet out from the pocket of his jeans that were now on the floor and pulled a condom out of the pocket of his wallet.
The only time I had more than a second hesitant thought was when I realized how easily he had reached over and grabbed it and put it on. How many girls had he slept with before me? What if I absolutely sucked and he never wanted to talk to me again?
But I didn't let the thoughts stop us, well, stop him that was because he was definitely the one leading the way, unhooking my bra with one hand while I pulled my own underwear off.
I'd thought there'd be more awkward dialogue where I had no idea what to say in the situation but the way that it felt when he was kissing me, his tongue in my mouth or lips lips trailing down the crook of my neck to my chest or the way I pulled his body into mine did all the talking. Good thing because I had no idea what I would've said.
If I wasn't that girl, the girl who the cheater was cheating with, before this, I definitely was now.
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Tuesday morning I woke up to the sound of Christmas music playing on Nikki and I's stereo, which was about three feet away from the couch that Liam and I had done more than slept on last night. I was mentally panicking when I realized what we had done the night before. I'd never had sex before in my life and I was afraid that I probably didn't do it right, if that's even possible, and more than likely sucked at it because I legitimately had no idea what I should've been doing.
I was slightly confused when I first woke up. First of all because I woke up in the living room instead of my room. Second of all because I was wearing nothing but my shorts and I didn't even remember putting them back on last night after the little excursion that our heated make out session eventually led to. Third of all, I doubted that I had left the music on, even in my state of early morning grogginess, I knew I hadn't had the radio on the night before and I doubted that Liam Simpson listened to Christmas music in the middle of November and I also doubted that he was awake, I was positive I would've felt him get off the couch and woken up when he did.
"I'm such a whore," I said to myself as I stared up at the ceiling. I mean, it was true I just more than slept with Liam Simpson on my living room couch on a Monday night and the last I'd heard he was in a relationship with someone who was not me. Sure, he had denied it the night before but I knew deep down that if he wanted to get some bad enough that he would've denied being with Lila, especially if she was pissed at him for no reason like she enjoyed being ninety nine percent of the time.
"I was wondering if I'd wake you up," none other than Nikki remarked as I turned and faced her with a look of horror on my face.
Nikki, one of very few people I knew who would play Christmas music non-stop from November 1st until December 26th, was standing there, cooking away in the kitchen as if I wasn't lying on the couch half naked with Liam freaking Simpson, who was currently snoring extremely loudly right next to me.
"How long have you been here?" I asked.
"I got back last night at two, you two were asleep," she replied, "I didn't even notice him though because I didn't turn the light on then I came out this morning and was like no shit she slept with Liam Simpson."
"I'm such a whore." I groaned once again, somewhat ignoring Nikki, "I'm going to go to hell for this."
"You sure are," she said in an almost sing song-y voice.
"Shut up!" I hissed, trying not to wake Liam up. I wasn't exactly sure if he had clothes on and I didn't want to find out the hard way if he didn't and I certainly didn't want Nikki to have to find out the hard way either.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because you're going to wake him up and I do not want to find out the hard way that he doesn't have clothes on," I hissed, grabbing the first shirt my hands could find on the floor without me getting off of the futon/couch and slipping it on over my bare torso.
"Nice shirt," Nikki remarked as I got off the couch.
"Shut up," I hissed, realizing it was Liam's shirt and not my own.
"How come you don't want to see him naked again, I mean you two obviously saw each other naked last night," she replied, almost snarkily, still not looking me in the eye.
"I don't want to think about it," I groaned.
"Whatever you say," she said, sliding her pancake onto a plate, "I'll be in our room studying, if you're going to fuck him again, please take it somewhere else."
"Sure thing," I remarked sarcastically, shooting her a glare.
After grabbing the box of cereal and pouring a glass of milk, I awkwardly searched the room for his pants, which were not on the floor, so I assumed that meant he had them on.
I had been sitting there for about ten minutes sitting there eating cereal from the box and staring at the wall contemplating and regretting the choices I'd made these last few weeks before I felt Liam moving around next to me.
"Good morning," he said, his signature lopsided grin covering his groggy face, his hair a mess.
"Hi," I said, staring at the wall.
"You alright?" he asked, sitting up next to me.
"Please tell me you're not back together with Lila," I said quietly, not looking him in the eye, "Because all I've been thinking about since I woke up this morning is what a whore I am and what a shitty person I am."
"We got into a fight last night, she heard I was at your place that morning and brought you back home with me, she was pissed," he replied, "And she said that if I couldn't tell her the truth then we might as well not be together, so I said whatever, I don't give a shit. So, the last I knew we weren't together so I came over here."
"So what you're saying is that she broke it off?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Because of me?" I asked.
"I guess," he replied.
"So I'm the other girl?" I asked.
"I guess," he said.
"God, I feel like shit," I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall.
"Don't," he said, snaking his arm around my shoulders, "Please."
"I can try," I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder.
What the hell did I get myself into?
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