------TARSHAS P.O.V!------
I squealed as the pepsi ran down through my hair and all over my clothes. By this time the tables around us were watching and pointing, whispering. "LUCAS!" I screamed as I grabbed the pie from James' tray and chucked it at him. "TARSHA!" He screamed back at me as he felt his meat-filled hair. I doubled over in laughter before I was suddenly tackled to the floor.
I looked up in shock at a smirking Luke. He was looking at me with a blank expression; no anger, no amusement. But that quickly changed as a smirk came onto his face. "LUKKKKKEEEEE!" I groaned loudly as he put jelly in my hair and messaged it in. He bent down and licked my ear slowly. "I thought I told you I didn't like you calling me 'Lucas', huh?" He growled huskily into my ear. I tried not to think of how his crotch was so close to my front, but this proved to be harder when he put more jelly on my chest, slowly messaging it in.
He raised his left eyebrow at me as his hands got lower and lower. He then quickly winked before bringing his face down closer to mine. I was faintly aware of Ryan and Tammy cheering us on. Why does he do this to me? In public?
------LUKE'S P.O.V!------
I wanted to kiss her, and I have no idea why. I mean, I couldn't do that to her. Her boyfriend is right there! Though he's a slimy git! I gritted my teeth together before telling her, "I won!" I winked at her yet again as I pulled my face away from hers. She rolled her eyes and I only smirked before jumping off of her before I done something we would both regret.
But I didn't get all that far before there was ice cream slowly running down my back. "UGH!" I gasped as my body gave a small shake from the coldness. "Game on, mole!" Tarsha told me, winking as I turned around. She's in for it!
------TARSHAS P.O.V!------
Three. Fucking. Weeks. Suspension. THREE WEEKS?! I mean, common! It was a little food! No need to put it on our permanent records! It's been two weeks since Luke and me started a massive food war, and in that time Mum and, well, Dad, have gotten married, (They sent us a letter with photos of Las Vegas.), Claire lost her two front teeth, Ann told me Kyle and her had finally done the dirty, and Mitch has asked me to be his girlfriend! Very eventful couple of weeks!
I sighed as I made my way downstairs. Only one more week til I can be free of Lucas. "This is all your fault!" I snarled at him; he was watching Ryan Sheckler on MTV. "You started it." He shrugged and I scowled at him. "I did not!" I said. "You threw pizza at my head!" I told him, outraged. He only shrugged again, this time as he chuckled.
"Maybe you and your little player shoulda got a room." He suggested sarcastically and anger boiled inside of me. "What so it's okay for you to lip-lock with any bitch you find, yet I can't kiss my boyfriend? It's a two-way street, Lucas." "That's different." He snarled. "They know full well I'm only in it for the fuck. But you, well you seem a little too naive to believe you're being played." Ouch. That seriously hurt. I felt tears come to my eyes. "And it's Luke." He muttered absentmindedly.
I sighed, trying to blink back the tears before I jumped up. "Mitch is coming over. Be nice." I warned him before heading to the kitchen. I made some mac and cheese for dinner and seven minutes later it was done. I was quite enjoying it... Before Lucas stole it, the pig! But I ignored it and let him have it, but only because the doorbell rang.
------MITCH'S P.O.V!------
She opened the door and smiled hugely at me. I returned the smile and told her I missed her. "I brought you a rose." I whispered before giving her a peck. She laughed before saying, "Aw, thank you!" I grinned and she stepped aside to let me in. I watched as she led the way into the kitchen. She's fucking hot! I decided to voice my thoughts. "You look beautiful." I smiled at her again and she blushed, making me chuckle.
------LUKE'S P.O.V!------
I know what I said was harsh, and it hurt her. But I don't care. Well, I do... To an extent. But no matter how many times I try and tell her, she just doesn't listen! She thinks I want her all for myself and I'm being a prick! Well... That is a tempting idea, having her for myself.
I just hope she doesn't come to me crying when she gets heartbroken! Seeing her fighting away tears just now made me feel bad, especially since I was the cause for them. I sighed and propped my feet up on the coffee table, flicking through the channels. There's nothing on! I'll just call someone.
I jumped up and headed for the kitchen. I watched as Tarsha led the way upstairs, Mitchel behind her. I couldn't help but continue watching as Tarsha's ass swayed sexily. I'm sure Mitch is having a swell time being behind her! I bit my lip and pried my eyes away... Damn!
I scrolled through my contact list and stopped at Kyle. Hm, he'd be entertaining enough, always making me laugh like the best mate he is. "Dude, what's up?" He answered as soon as I pressed call. "Not too much man, Tarsha has a friend over and I'm bored to the fucking max not being able to annoy her!" He laughed but immediately stopped.
"What friend? Because Ann is with Tammy and Kelly, they're planning for Tarsha's surprised party." Oh shit! "That's this weekend?" I asked, shocked. "Yeah man, you forgot?" He asked back. "Nah, just thought it was next weekend. Anyway, that Fagot is here." Kyle growled. Yeah, he's pretty protective of his friends. "Dude, calm down. Just hurry up and get here, I'm bored ya know." "Alright, three minutes." He muttered before I hung up.
------TARSHA'S P.O.V!------
He pulled away and looked at me with a huge smile before saying, "You're so cute." He leaned back over me and kissed me again. He nibbled on my bottom lip, begging for entrance. But I ignored him.
He kept biting down on my lip and after I figured I'd made him wait long enough, I let him in. I couldn't help but think about how different Luke and Mitchel's kisses were; I was so willing for Luke. But I pushed these thoughts away as Mitch gently pushed me down on the bed. He straddled me as we continued our intense kissing. He slowly raised his hands to the hem on my top and ran both his hands up to my boobs. I moaned when he rested them both there, occasionally squeezing.
I ran my hand along his six pack, feeling his chest up. My hand would sometimes get really low, but I'd tease him and immediately bring it back up. Every time I done this he'd squeeze my boobs again. We broke the kiss for air, but he continued to leave kisses on my jawline, my cheeks, everywhere, as I continued to tease him with my hand.
Suddenly his hand was on mine, bringing it down lower and lower. He pushed his lips back to mine, and I couldn't help but to notice how there were no sensations. I then realized that my hand was down his pants, and my breath caught. I stopped kissing him, and he instantly pulled back. "What's wrong?" He was a little breathless. "Uh..." I trailed off, at a loss for words. "Tarsha. This stuff is normal for couples. Common." He told me before kissing me again and placing my hand on his erection. He groaned in pleasure as my hand twitched, thinking I was responding.
'BANG', the door burst open and Mitch immediately pulled away from me.
------LUKE'S P.O.V!------
I laughed at Kyle as he chucked a stink about me beating him on the wii. "Look," I told him as we walked upstairs, heading for my room. "You just suck. Alright?" I taunted him and he rolled his eyes. "Whatever, slut." He retaliated, pushing me into the wall. I chuckled as we continued our way upstairs.
I stopped immediately as we were out the front on mine and Tarsha's room, them being opposite. "Tarsha." I heard Mitch say. "This stuff is normal for couples. Common." I was instantly angry and I gritted my teeth, feeling like I could kill someone... That someone could easily be Mitch. Who the fuck does he think he is?
Before I could open her door Kyle bet me to it. I ran in after him straight away to see Mitch looking too smug for his own good. He was ontop of Tarsha, though now leaning away from her, and she looked pale. She stared at me with huge eyes as mine narrowed. "What the fuck?" I spat out at Mitch, as Kyle gained on him.
"Stop being a fucking hero and get out of Tarsha's room." Mitchel told me with a wave of his hand. "You too, big boy." He directed at Kye, who looked fucking pissed. I ignored him and looked at Tarsha. "Tarsh?" I asked her gently and she finally moved. "What?" She asked me and this time my eyes widened. "Could you, ya know. Elaborate. Give me the word so I can bash him." I told her angrily and she flinched.
------TARSHA'S P.O.V!------
I was beyond confused and I couldn't help but just stare wide eyed at Lucas, who was still waiting for that excuse. "Uh, you can just," I started but stopped when his eyes hardened. "Just what?" He spat again and I looked at Mitch. He looked at me with what seemed to be hopefulness. "Get out." I whispered. I looked back at Luke to see he was pissed.
"What?" Him and Kye both asked at the same time and I looked at the floor. "Please. Please get out." I looked back up to see Kyle looking almost angrier then Lucas, before he turned around and marched out. "I can't believe you." Luke whispered harshly before following him.
What have I done?