Mark closed the door, he bit his lips, and took her hands, taking her to the living room. Its like he forgets he's a bad boy and a smirking idiot whenever he's with her.
The house is shaking as they step inside, a number of strangers walking past. The smell of alcohol and various fragrances fills the house.
Tae takes her to the kitchen, numerous bottles of alcohol and sodas on display.
He takes an unopened bottle of soda and pours the liquid in a red plastic cup, Tae was never a big drinker. His dad was a major alcoholic for the longest time and he doesn't feel like following in his father's footsteps. Tae gets two cups, one for him and one for Kylie.
"Thanks Kim." Kylie replied with a smile. She felt safe and comfortable around Kim. However not in a romantic sense. She felt like she could say whatever the hell she wanted around him and not be judged. She felt like if someone were to attack her, he would defend her. However she didn't feel the relaxing or freeing sense of pleasure she felt around Jackson. She also didn't feel protective around Kim like she did with Jackson. If Jackson were to be forcibly kissed another girl, there would be an assassination plan to kill that slut and burn the evidence to ashes. If Kim had been forcibly kissed by a girl, Kylie would just straight up laugh at him cheer it on. Finally, when she was around Kim right now, she was questioning if they were on a date and why she didn't have feelings for him even though they were perfect for eachother. Jackson was a horrible choice for her, but when she was with Jackson and it was a date, she knew it was a date.
Mark wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. He inhaled and exhaled sharply, the TV was on but he wanted to spend time with Jennie not the TV.
They squeeze their way out of the kitchen and went outside by the pool. Tae takes Kylie's hand into his in order to ensure that she doesn't get lost in the crowd. The host of the party walks up to them, greeting them with a large grin.
"Hey, Taetae," he says to Tae, patting him on the back.
"Hey, Mark Tuan. Nice party," Tae replies, his grip on Kylies hand firmer.
Mark Tuan takes a glance at them and looks at their interlocked hands. But, his attention quickly switches to something behind them. Mark Tuan smirks before saying, "I would let her hand go if I were you, Taetae."
Jenna blushed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, blushing at the feeling of his muscles. She bit her bottom lip as she felt his warm breath on her neck. "This is nice." She whispered, blushing as she rested her chin on his shoulder.
Kylie tried to keep up as Kim pulled her out of the crowd. She liked having a bit more room to breath, but felt awkrawd with Kim's hand still holding hers. She looked at the guy curiously, cringing slightly and trying to hide it when Kim held her hand tighter. She tried to let go of Kim's hand, but her hand was locked in his fingers, so there wasn't a way to pull out her hand without Kim noticing. So she just stood there awkwardly, staring at the ground.
Mark kissed her neck, "I know." He then looked up at her, "How've you been doing lately?"
Tae gave Mark Tuan a confused look, taking a glance behind him. Jackson was standing there with a bottle of Vodka in one of his hands.
Jackson stares at Kylie, and then he looks at their interlocked hands. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out.
Jenna blushed and smiled. "Pretty good. I think my brother enjoys our relationship far too much. That guy needs to get his own girlfriend." Jenna joked, rolling he4 eyes with a small giggle.
Kylie sees Jackson, and as if by som sort of instinct, she finally pulls her hand out of Kim's grip and rubbed her hand. She felt a bit embarrassed, hoping she didn't hurt Kim before disappearing into the crowd nervously. Why did she even care if Jackson thought she was a whore? Was she a whore? Why didn't she have feelings for Kim when he was perfect for her? Kylie's brain and heart argued as she grabbed a shot from the counter and drank it nervously. She gagged, hating the taste. "Alright. That's one thing off my bucket list that I will N e v e r do again." She muttered, throwing away the cup. "Why do people drink that stuff... I heard it helps... But now I want to brush my teeth." She muttered, washing it down with soda.
Tae stays silent for a while. Before taking Kylie back to the car.
His eyes find their way to look at her, a serious expression on his face.
"Remember, when I apologized for calling you an idiot and I asked for another chance?"
Kylie studied him and she desperately wanted to. She certainly trusted him with her heart. She knew he would never hurt her. She knew he would make her happy. She knew he had a lot to offer and was perfect for her. She did love Kim... So why was her stubborn damn heart giving her such a fight? Why would her heart rather some a--hole over someone who, on paper, was the best guy in the entire universe for her? It's like that comedian who tries to pick up their hat and their hat just zips right out of their hands and the comedian is left there, wondering how on earth that makes sense. "I don't know why Kim... I have no f---ing clue why.... I know you'd be perfect for me... I don't know why my hearts being such a stubborn ass. I'm trying to give my heart to you but it keeps slipping out of my hands..." Kylie tried to explain, rubbing her arm awkrawdly. "I don't know what's wrong with me." She sighed, looking at the ground.
Kylie sighed in relief. "Thanks for understanding." She replied with a smile. "You really are a good friend." She added as they arrived to the house. She smiled and got out of the car and she waved goodbye as she walked to the house.
I was invited to a party that was about a block away, at some football player's house. The host doesn't really matter much to me, I only care if they have a good drink selection. I could use it.
I throw on a button down, the button down I first kissed Kylie in, and head out the door.
It's around nine or at least that's what my watch says.
I arrive at the party just minutes later, my motorcycle being one of the first vehicles on the lot. Once I'm parked I hop off the bike and place my helmet on the seat, walking over to the front door and ringing the doorbell.
Our school's quarterback opens the door. "Welcome to the best party of the year." I give a nod and he shows me inside, I immediately notice a few familiar faces.
Once he goes back to the front door in order to greet more guest I pour myself a drink, feeling a hand stop me from picking it up. The person takes the cup away from me before I even have the chance to pick it up.
I turn to the side, seeing a blonde in a bright shade of coral.
"How about we talk over drinks," she suggests. I nod, it wouldn't hurt anybody. Being in the presence of company could make drinking not so lonely.
Or so I assume.
After over an hour of hearing her talk, I find the desire to be left alone. I began to wish for her to give me an excuse to leave the conversation about thirty minutes ago.
The party's now in full swing and I'm probably on my fourth cup.
Over the course of the conversation, the girl begins to make her way closer to me, evidently attracted to me. Every inch closer she gets makes me shiver, I don't particularly like her talking let alone being of a close physical distance.
10:30 p.m. and she's leaning in for a kiss, I place a hand over her mouth before she can touch my lips. She blinks a couple times and gives a confused look.
"I have a girlfriend," I tell her, shutting down her advances.
The girl groans and I walk away. I grab another drink or rather a whole bottle of vodka and go outside, I could really use the fresh air. It's getting a little too warm and hormonal inside. The moment I walk completely outside, I see a familiar figure holding hands with a red head boy.
And she meets my stare with a stare of her own. I open my mouth in an attempt to apologize to her or ask to talk, but no words stumble out. A flash of pain is in her eyes, a flash of anger is in the boy next door's eyes. Before I can try again to speak she walks away, leaving me to face Tae.
"Don't cry when she isn't yours anymore, know that it's your fault for hurting her," he told me.
"How do you know it's me who she's upset over?" I ask.
"You're the only guy she sighs over."
Tae leaves and goes after her, leaving me with my single bottle of vodka.