So umm I don't think I've mentioned this but I'm a sucker for fantasy. Both reading and writing. I don't usually write romance hence the bad writing. I was so confused and stressed writing this, I don't know how romance authors do it. This will probably be the last romance I will write before I switch back to fantasy although mafia romance have been calling my name a little too loudly recently.
CHAPTER SIX :
" You're drunk " I stated flatly as a drunk Orton stumbled towards me a loopsided goofy grin on his face as he giggled like a schoolgirl. He crashed into me wrapping his arms around my waist in a grip that was surprisingly firm for someone that could barely stand.
" Small " he exclaimed loudly " I thought you would never come "
" I wish I didn't " I sighed the heavy scent of expensive cologne and alcohol filling my nostrils. The party was like any high school party. Crowded, loud, with drunk and high teenagers either breaking stuffs or making out in a corner. I couldn't understand why I wanted to come despite my earlier reluctance.
" How much did you drink "
He looked pulled back just enough to lock his eyes into mine , " Half a bottle of vodka. I thought you weren't coming "
I said nothing trying to pry my hands away from Ortons earning a pout from him. I cringed internally at the sight just as my heartbeat increased at the closeness " I need to get a drink " I grumbled making another attempt to pry his hands away.
" Don't leave me " his grip only tightened.
" Fine " I surrendered with a huff " Can we at least sit down ? You're going to fall over. "
He shook his head, a mischievous grin forming on his lips " We can go to my room, it's quiet. there's no one there "
" No " I answered immediately. Being that close to him was making my heart beat aggressively and making me feel things I didn't want to feel, I couldn't imagine what would happen with us two in a room together.
" Come on. I won't bite or else you want me to " my face burned from embarrassment. Despite being drunk, he was still a tease.
A snap cough interrupted us. I snapped my head up to see Mario and Iver standing a few feet away . Mario with his usual cocky grin and Iver with his permanent stoic expression.
I couldn't understand why the guy disliked me or never acknowledged my presence. Not like I cared but the entire time Orton hung around me, he always seemed to have an annoyed or angry look his eyes glimmering with nothing but hatred for me. I wasn't about to make assumptions and think him queer and in love with Orton especially since I've seen him with this tongue down a few girls throat but then again he could have the hots for both gender - it wasn't most likely that he didn't fancy Orton and i wouldn't blame him. Orton was hot — something I wouldn't admit loudly.
" Can you get him off please " I said calmly although a traitorous part of me didn't want him to let go.
Mario chuckled " He's all yours Small. We've had to put up with his drunk ass for a while. Consider this your shift "
" Don't call her that " Orton grumbled his grip on me tightening. I glared down at him but he didn't seem fazed only grinned at me in response. I sighed turning back to Mario
" Where's his room ? "
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Following Mario's direction, I hauled a stumbling and drunk Orton through the sea of sweaty, drunk teenagers that kept shooting us curious and strange looks to his room. Only when we got into his room did he finally let go of my hand. The second his hands were gone, I hated how my skin missed his touch.
Trying to distract myself, I scanned his room, surprised.
His room wasn't the stereotypical boy's ' pit' I expected. It was oddly neat. The walls were a deep, moody charcoal, and the air smelled like cedar and fresh laundry. A massive bed with a navy duvet dominated the center, and a bookshelf in the corner was packed with titles that looked far too intellectual for the "joke" I usually took him for.
A low grunt pulled my attention back to the bed. My breath hitched.
" What are you doing ? " I stuttered. He was fumbling with the buttons of his pants, his shirt already discarded on the floor. I gulped my eyes roaming across his body hungrily. He wasn't the first man I had seen shirtless or naked but he was the first I was seeing up close. It was easy to ignore how good he looked shirtless and how much it made me feel hot the last time because we were in public but now in this room, just the two of us. My hormones were messing with me and I couldn't doubt that my body would betray my mind.
He looked at me his smile unnervingly innocent " it's hot "
" Put your shirt back on Orton "
" but ... "
" if you don't, I would leave " I threatened keeping my voice as steady as possible, despite the fact that my heart was about to kick its way out of my ribs thou my expression giving out just how serious I was.
" Fine " he mumbled pulling his pants back on " Can I at least keep my shirt off ? It's hot "
I looked over at his tanned body and back to his hopeful and waiting gaze, I reluctantly nodded.
It was going to be a hell of a night.