Recap of the last chapter: The guys had their pArTy, Aiden told Evelyn he didn't want to come back and almost kissed her but then we found out he has a girlfriend and now our youngsters are going to hang out. Yikes.
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It was getting late and Lord knew everyone had had too much to drink. Me and Aiden said our goodbyes to the guys who were waiting for the ride.
"Are you sure you guys don't want a ride?" Aiden asked, seeing how wasted the boys were and remembering the girls haven't gotten their licenses yet.
"Don't worry about it, my brother will be here anytime now" Bailey spoke and I made a face, remembering my past very traumatic experiences with Bailey's brother.
Noticing my discomfort, she turned to me and said "I'm sure it'll be fine, I mean at least you won't be there" she teased, earning a playful shove from me. "Just make sure these three don't throw up on the way, I don't want your brother blaming me from this one too" I said and leaned against the door.
"Why would he blame you?" Aiden asked, frowning. Bailey, Ivory and Maya all shared a look before saying "He'd blame her for WWII" they said and Aiden nodded, still looking pretty confused though. Right then, we heard a horn go off and looking out the window we spotted the grey Suzuki Swift her brother drove.
"Your carriage is here, better not make your driver wait" I teased, giving each of the girls a hug, Ivory reminding me to check our group chat when I got the chance.
Aiden closed the door behind them and after a moment of silence turned to me. "So, whatcha want to do, Hayes?" He asked, making me cross my hands over my chest and raise my eyebrows. "What?" He questioned, and I huffed. "You've been an ass this whole time and all you have to say about it is that?" I said back.
"Come on, you know that wasn't personal-"
"-You said you didn't want to come back. That sounds pretty personal to me" I cut him off and went to the kitchen, grabbing a bag and starting to fill it with our garbage.
"I don't understand why you have to make what I said be about you. That could mean anything." He calmly stated, doing the same thing as me. "What did it mean then" I asked, forcing myself to sound calm and gathered, the fact that I wasn't looking at him helping quite a bit.
"There's no point in even telling you, you won't understand" he replied and continued cleaning the other side of the room. "That sounds amazing because I already don't understand anything" I said back and continued cleaning my side of the room. I heard him sigh and before he could speak I continued "For instance, I don't understand why you're even back nor do I understand why you're over here pretending to be my friend" my movements starting to get aggressive.
With that, I heard his movements get hasty and also aggressive before he spoke "I'm not pretending anything, I am your friend" trying to keep his voice calm although I could tell he clearly wasn't.
"Doesn't seem like it" I very calmly stated, not bothering to turn and look at him. "Oh, really? What does it seem like then?" he fired back, clearly annoyed, while proceeding to throw stuff into the plastic bag.
I struggled to find an answer to that. What did it seem like? I didn't know. I wanted to be able to say he was my friend, but there were things that were keeping me back from giving him that title again. I could see there were still parts of him that cared, but his moodswings and cold attitude towards me at times make me reconsider my thoughts. Plus, I can't simply ignore the fact that he's had a girlfriend all this time and I was kept in the dark about It.
"My point exactly" he sighed and tossed the bag he was holding, moving to rest his back against the kitchen wall, his head falling back.
Tossing my own bag away, I took a sit on one of the couches, hugging one of the pillows. "I just can't stand to be in the dark anymore Aiden. I mean what type of friends are we when you don't tell me you have a girlfriend?!" it wasn't a question, it was more of a statement.
"Why are you so pressed about that? It's none of your business anyway" he angrily replied, making me throw the pillow I was holding "See, this is exactly what I was talking about! A real friend would want me to know about something as important as a relationship. You want me to trust you but you don't seem to be doing so" I was now yelling at him, my thoughts no longer scrumbled. I knew exactly what I wanted to say, or to be more specific, I knew what I wanted him to hear.
"I do trust you!" he yelled back, throwing his arms In the air in desparation. "Do you? Do you really?" I questioned, equally as desparate to understand this mess. He simply nodded, looking defeated.
"Then why didn't you tell me about her" I asked, more calmly now, my hand resting on the pillow I was holding moments ago. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a little. "I just had more important things to tell you than that" he explained, shrugging his shoulders.
I looked at him, dumbfounded, frowning before chuckling slightly "You mean to tell me your girlfriend isn't important?" I paused for a moment before it hit me. Gasping, I grabbed the pillow in front of me and threw it at him "I swear if you're playing this girl I will chop off your-"
"Wow, take it easy Hayes, I need that" he caught the pillow, looking terrified at the thought.
"I didn't mean that you hormonal worm, I was going to say your legs, not what's in between them" I explained and rolled my eyes. Yeah, no, he's still fifteen deep down.
"I'm not playing her, I'm just saying, you know, we have other stuff to talk about" he shrugged it off, playing with the pillow.
"Who even is this girl, do I know her?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. "Nah, she's from out of town" he replied, a sting of... something making me frown. Some people could say it was jealousy but no, not me. I don't have a single thing to be jealous of because Aiden is my... well not my friend but like not my boyfriend either but like he's also not a stranger so- you get the point, being jealous of his relationship would be stupid that's what i'm trying to say here.
"How did you two lovebirds meet then?" I rested my chin on my hands and batted my eyelashes, waiting for his response. He scratched the back of his head, thinking about his reply. "Uh, she's... she's a family friend" he said, looking around. Family friend. I'm a family friend too but he didn't even think twice before very unkindly exiting my life to go meet another family frie-
Enough, we're more logical than this
Who's we? Me and my multiple personalities?
No, dumbass, me and you.
I don't have time for this, I don't need you popping up randomly.
Back to the point, I absolutely, one hundread percent was aware of the fact that my thoughts had no base whatsoever, considering the fact that I knew the reasons why Aiden had left town. Therefore, my -or our- jealousy outburst towards this girl was in fact stupid. But for some reason, as much as I hate to admit it, I didn't like the thought of Aiden being away and having fun and meeting whoever he met without me, and me only finding out so much later. I was so used to making memories with him and living through the stories he told, because I was in them.
Of course his personal life was his matter and if he was happy with his relationship then I'd be too, but I hated how little I knew about it. Yes, we did have important things to talk about, but I didn't really buy it as the real reason. I hate to give in to the voice in the back of my head, but I think it's right.
I think Aiden doesn't want me involved. After all, he said it. It's 'none of my business'.
"Hayes?" his voice snapped me back to reality, making me shake my head slightly to snap out of my trance. My eyes refocusing, they met his. His face was now much closer to mine, a smirk plastered on his face. "You okay? Think we lost you for a second there" he played around, and I managed to throw on a fake smile. A heavy feeling was setting in the bottom of my stomach, my mind instantly coming to the realization that I've been getting this feeling a lot when he's around.
"Drink" I spoke, looking around nervously, before getting up. Confused, he asked me what I meant, to which I replied "Earlier you asked what I wanted to do. I want to drink" I casually told him, moving over to the fridge to check what was left of the alchohol we had bought.
Surprised, he turned a chair around and sat on it, looking at me like I had just told him the government's darkest secrets. "What is it?" I laughed "I didn't know you enjoyed drinking so much" he explained to which I nodded. "Neither did I" I smiled.
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Aiden's POV
"I thought we had come to an agreement here, now will you please just give me the damn bottle"
Let me guide you through how we got here. An hour had gone by since I very stupidly decided to follow Evelyn's idea to drink. You see, when I said yes, I didn't remember that Evelyn is very much not a drinker, therefore any drop of alchohol that's in over mediocre amount and goes in her system can and will hit her in the head like a trainwreck.
I hadn't had too much to drink, I wanted to be sober tonight. On the other hand, she seemed to have other plans as she kept to very generously pour wine in her cup. I tried blocking out thoughts that told me how good she looked when she poured the first cup. She looked classy and delicate, and so... gorgeous.
Once she downed that first cup, she kept saying she'd only have one more, though I didn't quite understand if he was trying to assure me or convince herself she would. As the saying goes, one cup's too many because the girl was wasted.
Still looks gorgeous only she's acting like an attention deprived five year old now.
I desperately tried to convince her to give me bottle she was holding by bribing her with anything I could come up with, and I thought I had her convinced when I told her I'd be her personal assistant for the whole week if she stopped drinking now- though to be fair I don't know who the benefit was really for, me or her- but like I said before, she had other plans.
We were so close to her giving me the bottle, when all of the sudden she got up from the couch and was heading upstairs before I could realize what happened. After running around like kindergardeners, I managed to corner her, as she had nowhere else to go. We were in my room and she was standing in the corner of my bed, bottle in hand, trying to find a way to escape me while small giggles were escaping her lips.
"I thought we had come to an agreement here, now will you please just give me the damn bottle" I begged, trying to not lose my very thin patience. She just giggled and mocked me "Never! I am the owner of this bottle, it's mine" she said in a childish manner and showed me her tongue, laughing.
"Actually, it's my bottle since it was my fridge in my house, and now I want back my bottle" I decided to play her way, since logical talking wasn't going to get us anywhere. I didn't give a fuck about the bottle, I just wanted her to stop drinking from it.
"No it's not! My mouth has been on it therefore it's mine" she said and proceeded to drink straight from the bottle. I sighed and pretended to be defeated "I guess it's yours then" I raised my arms and then put them in my pockets, turning on my heels and heading for the door. I wasn't going to be an asshole about it, I let her have her little victory moment during which she jumped up and down on my bed, making it squeek.
I reached the door and smirked as I heard her mock me and sing 'I won' in a cute little high pitched voice. Before she could come out of her trance and see me, I abruptly turned around and marched towards the bed, grabbing her by the waist and pushing her down on the bed, a squeel coming out of her lips.
What I hadn't seen was that when I grabbed her, she had already opened the bottle to take a sip. In seconds I felt the cold liquid soak my clothes and skin as well as hers, the scent of red wine lingering all around. She just laughed and I realized how long it had been since I heard that sound coming from her so genuinely, a small smile formed on my lips.
We came down from the high of the moment but none of us seemed to want to get up. Pieces of her hair fell on her face, and she tried blowing them away, but they fell back in place, making a low chuckle leave my lips when I saw how much that frustrated her.
Wordlessly I removed the piece of hair from her face, tucking it before her ear, my hand moving on its own accord to stroke her cheek after. She gasped at the contact, making me remove my hand from her face. Her eyes followed my movements and she quickly took hold of my hand, resting it back on her cheek. I watched her, mouth slightly open as she leaned into my palm and smiled.
Her hand didn't leave mine, as I started rubbing the tender skin of her cheek. Realizing that her hand was shaking, I frowned. Was she scared? Or nervous? Then it hit me. We were both still soaking wet from the wine.
"Are you cold?" I spoke in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the comfortable silence in the room. She simply nodded and frowned slightly, trying to move closer to me. Stopping her, I got up and walked to the closet, grabbing a grey hoodie and handing it to her. She looked at me, arching her brow. "Change. You're freezing" I told her, grabbing a shirt for myself, turning around to let her get changed.
I took my shirt off and tossed it in the empty laundry basket in the corner of the room, replacing it with a black sweatshirt.
I turned around to look at her, she had worn my hoodie, pulling on the sleeves that were too long for her arms. Her cheeks were slightly red from the alcohol, making her appear sun kissed.
I sat next to her on the bed, noticing she still looked cold, as her skin was still frozen. "Can I do something to make it better?" I asked, letting myself lose control for a moment. I knew exactly how misleading the question was, the fact that we were sitting so close to each other making things worse.
She thought about it for a moment, sitting on her knees now, my hoodie pooling on her thighs. She reached forward and came closer to me, biting her lip nervously. "I mean there's something..." she trailed off, the earlier bravery the booze had given her had now disappeared. I lowered my face to be able to look at her better before speaking "What is it" I laughed but noticed the air between us get heavy.
She looked away for a moment before her gaze fell on me and our eyes locked. That's when she said it.
"Kiss me"
Her voice was satin smooth and lower than before, making my insides turn. My mouth fell open and I gulped, looking away as I was unable to process what had just come out of her mouth. For the first time I had no idea what to say to her. I knew the wine was speaking for her, making her say things that she never would if she was sober but part of me couldn't shake off that saying people use.. you know the one that goes 'people show their true colors when they're drunk' or that 'drunken words are sober thoughts' and all that bullcrap. Is it bullcrap?
Realizing I was at a loss for words, she lowered her head and looked away, emparassed. "You're drunk, Evelyn, it'd be better if I took you home" I told her, messing with my hair to shake off thoughts I shouldn't be having. There are endless reasons why something shouldn't happen between us and right now the fact that she was wasted was topping the list.
"I'm fine" she angrily replied getting up and heading towards the door. Reaching for her arm I grabbed her before she could move any further. "What has gotten into you?" I asked her, concearned. She seemed...hurt. Did I hurt her? She shook her head and told me it was nothing but I didn't believe her. Gently taking her hand into my own I guided us to the bed where I sat next to her, my hand on her back. Before I had the chance to speak to her, she beat me to the punch "You don't want to kiss me" she sadly came to a very false realization.
I put my hand on her chin and tilted it slightly so that she was facing at me "You are very drunk. Very drunk. And I... I have a girlfriend. It wouldn't be right" I struggled to get the words out, fighting with myself to convince me that I actually gave a damn about the things I just told her. I knew for sure that I wasn't speaking with Evelyn, she'd never react like this, but the fact that she said what she said made it all very tempting.
Her mood seemed to change then, turning her body my way so that she was fully facing me now before she spoke "You wanted to do it before, so why not do it now?" she suggested and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What do you mean?" I asked, already knowing the answer, hoping that I'd be able to convince her she thought wrong. "Don't play with me, you know exactly what I'm talking about" she inched closer to me and I was a goner.
You have a girlfriend you fucking fuck stop acting like a hormonal teenager. I tried to contain myself, my paranoia getting the best of me that someone somewhere would hear about this. She looked up at me, her rosey cheeks making her cheekbones appear more defined than before, her plump lips wet as she had just licked them. I gulped and looked away, this is wrong.
I bit my lip and and let out a frustrated sigh, I knew exactly what I wanted to do and I also knew exactly how wrong it would be if I did it.
But who am I to do the right thing?
Turning my head to look at her once more, I grabbed both of her legs and pulled her closer to me, our faces inches apart, her breath hitching. I took off the hood she had managed to pull over her head without me noticing, and watched in awe as she looked at me expectedly. She avoided looking at me, failing miserably as her gaze fell on my lips when I licked them. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face even closer to mine, our noses touching as my hand found her cheek.
I shook my head "I'm going to hate myself so much tomorrow" my voice came out in a low ramble."You already do" she whispered, a small smile forming on her lips. "Mmhm" I agreed with her, growing impatient. I licked my lips, her own parting slightly. My eyes locked hers once more, seeking approval. Noticing a small nod come from her, I wasted no more time.
My lips touched hers in the most delicate of ways, chills forming on my spine from the contact. She sighed slightly, one arm hooking itself to my shoulder when I gripped on her waist, the other touching my chin, instantly making me feel warm, her fingertips being the softest that had touched me. One of her legs rested on my lap, and I took that as my queue to bring her whole body on top of mine.
She sat on my lap, one of my arms holding her waist firmly while the other rubbed her back tenderly, her skin hot under my hoodie. She slid her hands to the back of my neck and pulled on the little hairs in the back of my head slightly, making a small groan leave my lips. I ran my hands over the clasp of her bra, hearing her gasp against my lips, her mouth opening a bit, allowing me to deepen the kiss by sliding my tongue in her mouth, moaning the slightest when I felt her do the same.
We kept the pace slow, and I was feeling all sorts of things I shouldn't be. I never expected it'd come to this, no matter how much time I had spent thinking about it. Her small hands slid to my chest, the smallest of sounds escaping her lips as the kiss grew hungrier. I tasted the alchohol on her tongue, a taste that woke my alchoholic self, making me want her even more.
I didn't want to associate something so vein and dirty and dark with someone as pure as she was though.
As we pulled away for air once more, she pulled in to kiss me again, but I stopped her by holding her cheeks in place. "I think that's enough. It's getting late, I should get you home" I told her, my voice coming out in something a little over a whisper. Her lips were swollen when she muttered a small 'Okay', and I imagined mine were in the same state.
She removed herself from my lap and started fixing her hair frantically- her hair didn't need fixing, she was just nervous, I said to myself, holding back a smile when I saw her reaction. I fixed my own hair that was messed up from her pulling on it before moving to get my car's keys from the desk, shoving them in my pocket before she could see them. I waited for her to walk towards the door first and watched as she stumbled on the way.
"S-Sorry, I guess I'm just tired" she muttered an apology and looked down, but I didn't fail to notice the slight red tint on her cheeks once again. "Don't apologize, it was a long day and you had a lot to drink" I assured her, as I put on my leather jacket before walking downstairs with her.
Evelyn was trying hard to walk straight, her eyelids hooded, the schlera of her eyes red. She walked out of the house and I quickly locked the door behind me, my hand sliding into hers. She turned to look at me, confused. "For leverage" I explained, and she nodded, looking away again.
We agreed that it'd be better if I did the talking with her mom, it was now almost one in the morning and I knew Michelle wouldn't be happy about Evelyn being late. She gave me her house keys and I opened the front door. In the living room we saw her mom with her boyfriend on the couch, watching a movie. Her gaze fell on us, and I instinctively took my hand away from hers.
"Aiden, honey, you told me she'd be back by midnight" Michelle spoke, moving over to us. "I know, Michelle, I'm sorry. The house was a mess and Evelyn offered to help me clean it" I made up an excuse, knowing she wouldn't say anything further now. I was only worried she'd reprimand Eve when I left. With that thought in mind, I put my hand on her lower back and slightyl pushed her, trying to tell her to go upstairs.
Michelle didn't seem to notice her change of clothes, for which I was glad, and I was only hoping she didn't notice how we both reeked of wine. "Now, if it's okay with you, I'd like to go thank her before she falls asleep. She was really tired" I put my hands in my pockets.
"Of course, but make it quick, it's late and your mom must want to rest" she put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a smile. I just nodded and quickly headed upstairs to Eve's room.
Knocking on the door I heard a matter a faint "Come in", her voice sounding so cute. She had already taken off her shoes and gotten under the covers, her head the only thing I could see as the rest of the body was covered. She didn't take off my hoodie, in fact she had put on the hood and was holding onto the sleeves, making my heart skip a beat at the sight.
I kneeled next to her bed, and slid the hood back slightly, enough to be able to see her face better. She could barely hold her eyes open, so I spoke in a whisper "Text me when you wake up tomorrow, and for the love of God take a shower. If your mom finds out I gave you wine she'll never let me in here again"
"Not true" she muttered with a smile. "I know" I chuckled, my thumb rubbing her delicate cheek. I could see the gesture relaxed her, her eyes shutting all the way, her lips parting slightly as she got more comfortable on the bed. "Sweet dreams, Eve" I whispered, getting up to leave the most feathery of a kiss on her forehead.
I pulled the covers on her to cover her better before reluctantly walking to the door. I looked at her one more time before turning off light and leaving the room, closing the door as lightly as I could, trying not to disturb her. Walking downstairs I said my 'goodnights' with Michelle, her boy toy not bothering to turn and look at me.
Closing the door behind me I sighed, the realisation of everything that happened today hitting me like a truck, making me want to bang my head on the nearest surface. I walked fast towards my car, glad I had a jacket with me. I climbed inside and put the key to the ignition, hearing the engine start, making once of my favorite sounds. Can't compare to her voice, though.
I ran my hands through my hair and banged my head against the wheel. Fuck me, I'm fucked. Shaking my head I tried to keep my focus on anything else but her velvet lips on mine. Easier said than done, trust me. I wish I could say I regretted the kiss. It was probably the most wrong move I could've made today, so why did it feel like the best thing I've done?
I knew there were concequences, but I also knew I didn't give a damn. I'd face them eventually, but not now. Pulling out of the driveway, I stepped on the accelerator, speeding away, hoping she was asleep and didn't hear me.
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This was longer than expected but i'm so excited to put it out :)) (P.S haven't edited it yet so excuse any mistakes, I'll come back to check later)