Elena

Seated in the midst of the bussing music, my eyes wondered around, not expecting that he would take me to a club. Clearly, I hadn’t expected this that it was hard to hood my appearance of distaste.

Why would you take someone on a date and then drive to a club?

“Elena, Elena….” Jackson's voice hurled, which was successful enough to snap me out of my thoughts, and I pinned my hues back at him where he commented. “You don’t look happy. You didn’t expect that I did take you to a club, right?” his eyes briefly twirled around the surrounding before he twitched his stares back at me.

I responded, “Well, it’s strange to take a girl to a club in the name of going out on a date.” Truthfully, I placed my thoughts, and he didn’t have any features, which spelt that he was annoyed.

“Well, I Jackson Motel tends to do things quite differently from others, what’s the fun in going to a fancy dinner date? It would be boring, and I want you to have as much fun as I’m having.” He reached to one of the bottles of liquors which he earlier ordered and popped it open. He poured some content into the glass before he pushed it to my side and echoed. “Have a drink.” His charming smile and voice reached my view finely.

Blankly I stared at the glass were a frown almost popped on my forehead. “I’m not in the mood to drink.” Coldly, I turned his offer and pushed the glass back to him.

Breathy, I heard his audible sighs. He threw his weight back on the chair heavily.

“How about we do something interesting? How about playing a game, truth or dare?” He then proposed.

“That’s a childish game, Jackson. The least thing I want is you asking me to do something stupid.”

“Don’t be the boring person Elena, be free spirited and learn how to have fun. I won’t take your answer. Truth or dare.” He had begun the game without waiting for my consent or me having a rethink of things.

Chewing on my tongue, I forced the words out of my mouth. “Truth.” At least it was a safe thing to choose.

Mischievously he placed a smile on his face, and he had moved to pour another glass of liquor were he questioned. “Have you had sex with someone before, someone from our campus?”

In that spilt second, embarrassment washed coldly over my appearance.

“I haven’t had sex with anyone, before….”

“No lies Elena, are you sure?” He took his time in wanting to confirm and I shook my head and he pushed the glass back to my side and it got me holding a questionable gaze at him.

“Drink up.”

“But it’s the truth. I haven’t had sex with anyone.” My eyes racing around his grey ones.

“I believe you, but either way, you have to drink up. That’s my rule. At each dare or truth you have to drink and to make it exciting, I will drink with you too.” He picked the glass he poured and drank the content, his eyes not leaving mine.

In the quest of wanting to be the normal one, I braced my heart before taking the drink. I empty the content. The bitter sweetened taste crouched over my taste buds and I felt the drink slowly hitting its way into my system.

“Now it’s my turn.” I spoke, dropping the empty glass. “Truth or dare.”

“It would be boring for me to pick truth, so it’s a dare.”

My eyes held a shred of thought about what to dare him about. “I dare you to mmmm …..to take off your shirt and smut dance with someone.”

“That’s quite fun.” He uttered, and he took off his shirt where some eyes had engaged on him, thinking if he was drunk or something. However, that wasn’t all. He walked up do me and he pulled me along with him. “It’s good that you weren’t specific about the person."

He twirled me around and my back hit the firmness of his chest and a quick gasp erupted my lips, his lips traced around my neck turning me breathless.

In that heated moment, he confessed in a whispering voice, “I really like you Elena, and I want us to be something more than this.” His lips ending on my ears, his words had the hair on my skin standing.

My heart would have skipped a beat if it could and I held onto my breath without my knowledge and he pulled me to face him.

“Be my girlfriend.” Boldly he spoke, where he wasn’t asking in the first place.

“Jackson….” I heard my shuttering voice. I didn’t anticipate that he would be this straightforward. Perhaps it was one of the things I liked about him. He knew what he wanted and he seek out for it.

“Elena….” Breathlessly, he uttered my name.

*

I watched as his car drove off, after dropping me off at home and I was slightly drunk, but I still managed to get my brain thinking straight. My body felt hot and my emotions were around the place after the wonderful night I spent with Jackson.

Bubbling my heart was filled with joy, the smile on my lips didn’t drop and the giggling feeling was still very much intact. Walking into the living room, a frown soon caressed around my eyebrows. The place was dark and I vividly remember the lights on.

Casually, I rubbed the strange thought of my shoulders, flickering the lights on. My mum wasn’t back yet, and it seemed like she wouldn’t be coming home tonight again. At least I won’t have to face her tonight.

I took the flight of stares to my room, my eyes swayed trying to keep my vision straight. Reaching my room, quickly I reached to tug my dress off as the hot feeling was probably getting into my head.

I needed to cool off, and I was feeling tasty too, I thought to myself as I tugged my bra off. I climbed down to the kitchen, my breast exposed and I was only wearing my panty.

Opening the freezer, I took a bottle of water and quickly uncapped it, taking a large amount of gulp from it. Some of the water glided down to my breast, giving me a cold sensation.

Slightly, I felt better. I spurred around, ready to go back to my room, when my eyes met with the eyes of someone else.

He stared back at me with nothing dancing in his eyes, which stared hard at me.

I should have screamed, but I couldn’t.

“I thought we had an agreement last night, Elena.” He made use of my name that I had to blink to make sure that I wasn’t hallucinating about him.

The more I stared at him, the more the realization dragged across my head and body that he was fucking real and it wasn’t my imagination. A sensation of coldness leashed into my skin. Quickly I reached to cover my breast where it was already late because he had seemed more than enough.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“That wasn’t the question I ask? Elena.” He titled his head to the side. His eyes held an intensity in them.

Licking my lips, my throat bubbled, knowing we were alone, and I was barely naked and between my legs were on fire.

“I thought we came to a mutual agreement that you won’t say a word to your mom, and I also thought that you were going to be sensible enough to understand that, but clearly I was wrong.” I could already feel his eyes moving downwards and there was a kind of darkness which hallowed his orbs.

My mom told him about the conversation we had last night because that was the only way he would have found out…

Obviously, I was hardly in my right frame of mind. I repeated my question. “What are you doing here and does my mom know about you coming here?” How was I not informed about his presence?

“Your mom has a lot on her plate right now and she tried calling you, but you were thoughtless enough not to pick your phone and what was it about you trying to convince her that I’m a bad person?”

“Aren’t you a bad person? Clearly you don’t love her because if you did you wouldn’t have-“

“I wouldn’t have sent for a slut, which appeared to be you. I thought we ended that conversation? But it seems that you’re just hell bent not to listen and I have to take matters into my own hands. Get dressed, we are leaving.” He said, and I stared at him blankly, wondering if he thought that he could boss me around.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere with you, and right now, I don’t fucking care about your relationship with my mom. You both can do anything you want, and I won’t meddle.” I informed him so that he won’t think that I was still an enemy of there’s.

My hands, which were on my breast were barely hindering his eyes away from them.

“I see that you just love not to listen.” He began strolling towards me. I didn’t make any attempt to move, but I did something instead, which was something I shouldn’t have done.

I dropped my hands from my breast, letting the fullness of my breast come in direct contact with his eyes. My lips parted to exhale when he reached me, standing a breath away.

Diego seemly wasn’t affected with my breath, which popped his view, where he saw it as nothing?

“Don’t make me drag you out like that into my car because trust me, I won’t hesitate to do that.” He made his intentions clear, but I wasn’t listening to all that. The flashes of the night we spend crawled into my thoughts like it was the devil whispering something into my ears.

“I’m not leaving.” Came my protest which came out as a whisper but it reached his ears finely and boldly I took a step which closed the distance between us, I pressed my breast against his chest, I could swear that my pussy turned instantly wet and it was dripping with my squint.

The next thing which took me by surprise, was when he spurred me around, my breast was pressed against the freezer, the cold made my lips quivered.

His whole body collided against my back, and he slit out. “Don’t fucking think that I care about your fucking body because I don’t and that night was a mistake which shouldn’t have happened. Get that into your head if it’s your plan to seduce me.” His hands were on my delicate waist, where it moved to my pussy, and I moaned loudly.

“This fucking pussy of yours shouldn’t get aroused by me because you won’t get anything from me. Now fucking put your dress on and don’t fucking test more of my patience.”

When his hands left my pussy, I growled low because his hands gave me the feeling I wanted. He stepped away from me and slowly I veered around to match my words with his.

“Then can you boldly say that my body, open to your view, doesn’t get you aroused?” I was bold enough to speak because I had confidence in my body and looks were I felt pretty offended by his words, as he was indirectly telling me that he doesn't find my body attractive enough to get aroused.

“I have seen and fucked better bodies than yours. You’re just an inexperienced teenager looking for pleasure, which I don’t have to offer.” His eyes arched at me in a mocking way.

So that was how he thought of me? An inexperienced teenager who wanted his touch? Well, he was right. I fucking couldn’t deny that I wanted his touch and the more I tried denying myself from it, the worst it got.

“Well, what if I tell you that you’re right? I indeed want your touches. What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing.” He lazily and calmly answered. He added. “I’m not going to do anything about it because it’s your fucking problem and not mine. I’m taking the pleasure of repeating, get dressed and meet me outside.” He finished, and he didn’t bother taking another glance off my body before deciding to walk away.

His statement shattered my self esteem. He didn’t find me attractive?