One:

We dashed up the stairs hand in hand, escaping the dull party that was a few levels down. We found my un-occupied bedroom, flung open the door, and slammed it right behind us. We stood there; a few feet apart. Just staring at each other in silence. “Get over here,” He growled, pulling me into him. I looked into his brown eyes; filled with lust, as we stumbled back against the wall. His hands placed firmly on my hips. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. A few moments later, we pulled away for air. He cupped my upper thighs, and picked me up, tightly holding me against the wall. “Don’t tell your brother about this,” he said, as his lips created a trail of kisses from my neck to my collarbone.

“Aye, aye Captain,” I breathed.

Still holding me, he walked us over to my bed. Laying me down, he forcefully positioned himself on top of me. Violently unbuttoning my very short black dress, he slid it off and threw it on the floor. He then began working on his shirt as I helped him with his pants. They soon joined my dress on the floor. He slid his hands underneath me as his hands explored their way up my back, and to the clasp of my bra. Unhooking it, he took it off and threw it on the floor. I took off his boxers as he slid off my underwear. Placing his hands on my upper thighs, he spread my legs apart and thrusted into me. Keeping in mind that there was a party just a few levels below us, I tried to be as silent as I could.

After our few moments of pleasure were over, we lay on my bed, letting our breathing catch up with us. “God Jon,” I huffed in between breaths. We then hopped out of bed, got dressed, and rushed downstairs before anyone noticed that we were gone.

Back downstairs, we quickly separated. Him going back to his girlfriend, and I going back over with my brother and my family.

“Cole, where have you been?” My brother asked, his voice filled with annoyance.

“Upstairs Pat. I had to go to the bathroom and then Tessa called and was talking to me,” I said, returning the same tone of annoyance.

“Riight,” He replied with a hint of sarcasm. He knew something was going on.

“Whatever,” I mumbled.

I sat there for the next ten minutes of so, listening to the uninteresting conversation that my parents were having with coach Quennville and his wife. After they finally walked away, Jon walked into the room and noticed that my family and I were stationed in the corner. He immediately came over to us with Marie, his girlfriend, on his arm. Jealousy flooded through me, and I tried my hardest to not let it show.

“Hey Pat, Mr. and Mrs. Kane, Cole,” Jon said as he made his way over.

“Oh Jonathan, it’s so nice to see you!” My mom exclaimed, “and who’s this?” She asked, motioning to his girlfriend.

“Oh this is my girlfriend, Marie.”

“Nice to meet you sweetheart,” my mom said.

I rolled my eyes, and I looked over at Jonathan who noticed my annoyance with Marie.

“Nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Kane,” she replied in the most aggravating tone of enthusiasm.

They carried on their annoying conversation, which made me want to punch the shit out of Marie. She was acting so artificial; it was practically oozing off of her. I just stood there, arms crossed, acting like I was actually interested in their conversation. Even though listening to the fakest bitch in the house drone on about her so called ‘accomplishments’ wasn’t my idea of a good time.

“Excuse me while I go get a drink,” I then pushed past Jon and walked into the kitchen. Why do I keep doing this to myself? I don’t know… what I do know is that I need to end this ‘thing’ that we have going, and soon. I grabbed a can of Pepsi off the counter and was about to walk back into the living room when Jon walked into the kitchen.

“Look, Cole…” he began.

“No Jon… this needs to end. Patrick is getting suspicious and I bet Marie is too,” I replied, adding extra hatred to her name.

“What about me?” Marie interrupted, walking into the kitchen and wrapping her arm around Jon’s waist.

“Oh, I was just saying about how well you hit it off with my mom,” I replied with fake enthusiasm.

“…Oh, well thanks,” she replied.

“No problem,” I replied, shooting Jon a look of disgust before pushing past him once again, and making my way out of the kitchen.

“What’s her problem?” I heard Marie ask as I was leaving the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes. Like I honestly care about what that bitch thinks of me.