Chapter 17
"CHOKE! CHOKE! GO! GO!" I looked to my left and see a bunch of guys surrounding one guy lying on his back on top of the kitchen counter. He had a funnel connected to his mouth and on the other end was a guy pouring two beers down it.
When the guy lying down was successful, all his friends started hooting and hollering in congratulation. I shook my head at their dumbness. I mean seriously, you'd think if guys were at a party with extremely hot and slutty girls, they'd be trying to get laid.
I heard a chuckle from beside me. I turned to see who it was; Marcus. Oh, I almost forgot he was here. "What's so funny?" I asked curiously standing infront of him now. "What you just said," he laughed again. I eyed him. What? I didn't even say anything.
When he noticed I was lost, he added between laughs, "You said 'you'd think those guys would be trying to get laid instead of doing that'."
I went red with embarrassment. I said that out loud? Dang it! I have to stop doing that! I turned from him and started walking away, until a hand grabbed hold of my wrist. "Wait! Tracey!" Marcus yelled over the music as he turned me towards him.
"We still have to finish talking?" he questioned; hope in his voice. I looked around trying to find James. I spotted him over near Timothey, who was talking to some girls. I looked back at Marcus, he had doubt his eyes, he must've seen me looking at James.
He nodded his head. "I get it. Go to your boyfriend," he said with a fake smile as he gently let my wrist go and walked away; probably to find Andrew. Gawd, I feel awful. I mean, I know he doesn't deserve any of my time for what he did to me.
But should I at least hear him out. I've already heard all his excuses, but I never did find out why he did it. He just kept saying how sorry he was and how he wish he could take it back, but he never gave me a reason why. Even when I asked him, he still didn't give me one. Maybe that's what he wanted to talk about.
Maybe he finally wanted to tell me why he did what he did. But should I listen? Is he worth any more of my time? Ugh! He is so frustrating! I'll just have to figure that out later, right now I need to go to James, because those hoochies are trying to get all on him.
I made my way through the crowded living room. Bodies were grinding and groping all each other. The giant speakers hanging from the walls were playing OMG by Usher; loudly. I had to squirm through people making out and dancing until I finally made it near James. The hoochies were still there, but when I came closer, I recognize the lead hooch; Porsha.
She was wearing, well, she was barely wearing anything. She had on a mini skirt that bared all, a tube top that was two sizes too small, and around 8 inch heels. She was standing a little too close to James, who wasn't even paying attention to her. He was too busy laughing and joking around with Timothey.
When I FINALLY walked up, Timothey gestured to me with his head and waved. I waved back as James walked over to me and gave a quick smooch on the lips. "So how was the talk with Marcus?" he asked, a little angry, a little concerned. I just shook my head and said, "Nothing important." He showed me a relieving smile.
He looked over my shoulder and his smile widened. "Let's dance," he whispered in my ear before guiding me to the dance floor. We found a spot right in the middle of the chaos. Another song started playing; Say Ahh by Trey Songz.
James and I started dancing face to face, our fronts touching. I had my arms around his neck as his hands were on either side of my waist. His eyes were piercing mind, showing lust and something else I didn't quite know. Then he turned me around, so now my butt is on his front.
I roped my arm around, so I still had a hold on his neck while his hands were still on my waist. I started swaying my hips from side to the beat of the song. James ran his hands down the side of my thighs, and bringing them back up on the inside, which was feeling mighty good.
He stopped them at the "V" of my front as I continued moving. But then I started getting more into the song and started moving my butt in circles against him, which gained me a moan from James. "Tracey," he breathed in my ear as he gripped tightly onto my waist. I didn't answer him, I was having fun.
"Tracey...we have to stop dancing," he stated in my ear, so low I could barely hear over the music. "What? Why?" I asked dumbfounded, still moving my butt against him. He moaned again, and I turned my head to the side to face him.
His eyes were closed and he was biting his bottom lip. "I think you can feel why," he explained as he pulled me closer to him, so close now that my back was on his chest. And that's when I felt his reason for us to stop. He was getting turned on; James Jr. was starting to rise!
My eyes widened once I felt him. I turned around so that I was completely facing him. I stole a look at his pants, he had a hint of a bulge. He opened his eyes closely, showing the lust and yearning behind them. "You wanna go sit down, then?" I suggested as I started pulling his hand once he nodded in agreement.
We found a black leather couch against one of the walls, and not to my surprise, no one was sitting down. James and I sat down, and he placed his arms around the back of the couch. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, mumbling something about dead puppies. I eyed him curiously. What in the world is he doing?
"What are you doing?" I asked curiously. He licked his lips. "I'm trying to keep my 'friend' under control," he assured me.
So we sat there for a few more seconds until he opened his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He turned to me and gave a closed mouth smile. "I'm thirsty, you want something to drink?" he asked, beginning to stand. I pulled him back down. "No, you sit. I'll go get the drinks," I said while standing, but he pulled me back down. "No, YOU sit. I'm getting the drinks," he announced while standing again, but I pulled him back down, again. "NO, it's okay James, I'll get us something to drink," I said to him.
He opened his mouth to pretest, but I stopped him my kissing him. It was passionate and seductive. He licked my bottom lip and I let his tongue enter my mouth. When our tongues touched, I felt tingles run through my body like a fish through water.
There was no other way to explain it. But reluctantly, we had to pull away for air. We were breathing heavy and I said, "I'll get the drinks."
I got up, leaving him in a daze sitting on the couch. As I was forcing my way through the crowd, I realized I had no idea where I was going. Okay Tracey think...when we walked in...the kitchen was....on the left. Okay, so seeing that I'm heading towards the entrance, let's look on the right.
I walked into the kitchen and found William, he was sitting on a stool talking to some girl sitting on the counter infront of him; him inbetween her legs and his hands laying on the counter next to her. He was whispering something in her ear, which made her giggle.
I shook my head and smiled a little. I guess he was right; he can't NOT flirt when he's around a beautiful girl, because this girl is very pretty. She didn't seem slutty like Porsha and her clan. She had on skinny jeans with a red blouse. Her hair was pulled to one side of her neck, revealing the ear William was whispering in.
I walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and scanned the shelves for a concealed drink. I found two Pepsi canned drinks and pulled them out. Once I shut the fridge door, I turned around to see a lonely William. He was looking at me with a goofy smile on his face. Why is he looking at me like that? And where'd the chick go?
"Why are you starring at me like that? And where'd you're friend go?" I interrogated as I began towards the door. He stepped infront of me, shielding the exit. "I'm starring at you because you intrigue me. And for my 'friend'"-he made quotation marks when he said friend- "she had to leave...she's grounded so she has an EARLY curfew," he explained. Curfew? What time is it anyway?
I found a clock hanging on the wall above the microwave.11:40pm...I guess her curfews at 12:00am. I nodded my head with understanding and tried to move around him, but he blocked my way again. "What William," he asked, though it sounded more like a statement.
He smiled again. "You still owe me a hug," he pointed out. Oh please....you got to me kidding me. I blinked a couple of times, shocked. "You were serious?" I asked surprisingly. I didn't actually think he was serious when he said that earlier. "Deadly," he replied.
I looked over his shoulder towards the door. I'm pretty sure he's not going to leet me leave without giving him a hug. I sighed in defeat. "Okay, but don't touch my a*s," I warned as I opened my arms to him. He laughed and said okay as he walked into my embrace. I wrapped my arms around in abdominal, as he did also.
It was a friendly hug, I heard his steady breathing in my ear as he gave a low sigh. Once I figured we'd hugged enough, I began loosening my grip on him. He noticed and moved his arms away from around me. He did it so slowly, I felt his hands sliding softly from my back, to my side, and stopping there.
I looked up to him, realizing his face was closer than I expected. We didn't speak, just stood there, looking into each other's eyes. I saw something in his, he seemed as though he was contemplating something.
And before I knew what was going on, his lips were on mine. I froze. OH MY GOD! What the hell?! I screamed in my head. I tried to pull away. I wanted to pull away. My mind was screaming: PULL AWAY! PULL AWAY! But I couldn't.
My body and mind were on two different accords. His lips were soft on mine. Not too forceful, yet not to innocent. All of a sudden, my lips moved. What THE hell?! I'm kissing him back! Stop! Tracey stop! Think of James!
At that moment I pulled away, with all the strength I had. William looked confused, as of 'what the hell just happened?'. I looked away from him, noticing the cold drinks I still hand in my hands; one for me, and one for James.
I suddenly felt my eyes burn. I just cheated on James. "I'm sorry," William whispered before rushing out of the kitchen.
"Hypocrite," I heard a voice mumble, as if not for me to hear. I looked up to see who the owner of the familiar voice.Marcus...