the kiss

It's cold outside and I wish I brought a spare of clothes. Final football game and we're loosing. Not surprised because the team is good, only if they weren't worried about who would have Alyssa then they might win. She's of course smiling that they're bumping heads. I don't know what's been up with her. But she's drifted from me slightly. Especially after that interrogation. Even if it were a month ago. I guess Marcelo listened to me to stay away from me.

I don't know where he disappeared but maybe he did take my words to heart about staying away. I shouldn't think about him this much.

I need air even if I'm outside.

"I'm going to use the restroom." I excuse myself even if she doesn't really care. I walk away from the bleachers and go the girls lockeroom. I want to go home but halftime is so soon.

The door opens and when I look it's Marcelo.

I should h surprised. He comes out of the blue now a days.

"Marcelo."

Did I do something.

He's standing in front of me.

"Is your phone broken?"

"Did you need me?"

"Clearly since I've come out of hiding to see if you're okay."

See if I'm okay. I don't think he even realizes what had came out of his mouth. I don't know how to take it.

"Well I've been okay. Now you can go." I excuse him.

"Why do you still hang around her?"

"Who?"

I know who.

"She knows about us. You know that though."

Yes.

"No."

She knows what she thinks she knows if that makes sense. I haven't given her any information. And I want it to stay that way. She's been weird but I don't want to tell him that even if I feel like I should.

"You seem very stressed right now. " I move my eyes from his neck to his eyes. Looking completely up. He's looking straight down at me. Again so close.

"I'm cold and tired. Thank you for noticing." I smile. He hasn't smiled in front of me...once. But this time his lips are holding it together. Trying not to show me he's being amused.

"You'll be messed up tight when you touch yourself."

"Excuse me."

He's teasing me?

He brings his lips down to my ear.

"When you're alone tonight, touch yourself."

I take in a breathe of air but can't let it out.

"Any part of your body...just focus between your legs though. I know it hurts right now. You must be soaking..."

I feel my pulse become dramatic. A different pulse i always ignore. "When you're done you'll be more relaxed." When I look back up at him his eyes are full of lust, but I think mine are too.

"Why can't you just touch me then." The words slip from my mouth so easily.

"Because I won't be able to stop that night..and day." His thumb places on my cheek softly. His lips are brushing against mine and my hearts beating like never before.

"I want you so fucking bad Serena...do you know how much it hurts?"

We've already crossed so many lines. But I think that's the first time he's slightly admitted to anything that has been going on between us.

I want to kiss him but I think that'll hurt more. He pulls up my leg holding it to his side. Allowing my skirt to slide up to my hips. His hand is moving back and forth on my thigh. He's thinking. His body is pressed against mine. My stomach turns. I can feel him against my stomach. Yet neither of us can stop.

"I good fuck you just like this." He looks back up at me.

"Marcelo."

Over forgotten there's a crowd outside. The cheering starts to become louder. I've been so zoned out and I don't even know how much time has passed.

My hands are on his arms. He removes his hand off my face, holding my waist to only slowly start pulling up the top. His hands trail over my skin till my breasts are exposed for him. He's pushing up the bra. His hand is pressed against my lower back as his mouth covers my tit. My mind becomes clouded.

Oh my...

He easily picks me up. My legs wrap around him as he continues to tease me. My hand reaches into the back of his hair like always. His tongue is warm on my skin. I bite my lip from moaning scared someone will hear or walk past those doors. I know he locked them. He always locks every room when it's only us. He bites on my nipples, my eyes focus on the calling as he kisses down my waist. His hands are on my hips. Tightly I don't even think he realizes.

I know if he kisses me that will be it. I don't know how much more patience we would both have. I want him...so badly. I know he will regret it later. I will hate myself as well and feel guilty.

I place my hands on his chest stopping him. And like that he lets me down. "Just go you shouldn't be here to begin with." I turn around fixing myself. He still places his hands on my lower stomach. He still moves my hair to one side. He still kisses on my neck and makes sure to leave marks.

I still don't pull away. My ass is pressing against him. And my hand is guiding his down my body.

I screw my eyes shut as I guide his hand under my skirt. My heart once again picks up even faster then ever before. My moans are the only things echoing around the room. He stops at my inner thigh. His hand moves back up till it's wrapped around my neck. Making it harder for me to breathe. My body hurts. From his hands holding my hips. Physically it hurts but I enjoy it. His hand grips around my throat tighter.

This is all teasing.

Too much fucking teasing.

When I turn to face him again our lips crash together. For such a long time. His hand is slipping into my skirt and playing with the hem of my panties. My brain become mush. It's hard to kiss him. His mouth controls mine.

He's twenty.

Serena he's twenty.

"Stop."

I would expect him make me say it more times. But he lets go right away. I take a couple steps away from him. Giving us space.

Space.

That's what we've been needing since the beginning. I don't even know what to say. I start pulling myself together in once I'm outside. The cold air hits every part of my skin but I can still feel his hands on mine. I walk back to the team and sit on the bench like nothing ever happened.

"Your neck." Alyssa whispers immideatly taking my hair and putting it to one side of my shoulder.

"Who were you with?"

"No one."

"You're telling me everything later." I nod.

Shit.

Fuck.

I close my eyes and take a deep breathe.

"Who gave you the necklace I keep forgetting to ask."

She isn't looking at me but I'm staring at her.

She knows.

"The guy."

"He's older and rich isn't he?" She asks. She is calm. And I can feel the anger all over her.

"Not rich but yes a little older."

She just nods. I look back at the field. It's halftime.

Why did he have to do this to me.

Marcelo POV

She's in my car again.

She's been lying to my face. She's angry that I overstepped. She's frustrated for another reason to. But I don't want to embarrass her. She's still in her little uniform. She looks cold. And I haven't said a word. I want her to explode herself.

"Alyssa hates you."

Bingo.

"And she knows that I've been around you. And you know I've been lying to you but don't want to say anything. You never say anything."

I'm staring at her as she speaks.

She's beautiful.

"I don't understand anything. We didn't even talk about the kiss. The kisses. How you show up out of no where. And tell me things as if I'd understand.."

Her voice calms and she's frustrated with herself.

It's been so simple. But I don't owe her anything. She knows that. That's why she hasn't opened up. It's easier to stay quiet then let her on. It's easier to be away from her.

She's a minor. I know that. It's wrong. She knows that. She's going to get hurt, but this time she can't know that.

"Stop being friends with her." I state.

"She's like my sister."

"She doesn't care about you." I tell her the truth. She's looking at me.

"I hate you." She has nothing else to say.

"You should."

Don't cry.

Serena POV

My hearts on fire as he kisses me. He caught that one tear. I will never get enough of his lips. My hand moves to the back of his neck. His hands are cupping my face. I want him to stop but it's going to hurt so much if he does.

He's pulling me onto his lap. Parked across my dads house. Like some slut.

I'm not thinking straight. I haven't ever been thinking straight with him. Are people allowed to feel these things with such little amount of convinces. The hotel, the lockers, now his car. I want it to stop. But it's not stopping. His hands are moving up my thighs. Pushing up my skirt to my hips.

I take his hand and guide him where I want him right now. He looks at me for a second before moving the fabric to the side. Two fingers are pushed into me and my eyes water again.

"Why are you soaking?"

I can't tell him the reason. My hands are on his shoulders as his other hand is on my thigh. He's watching me so carefully. I'm a virgin I think it's clear enough. And fingers hurt. But feel good.

He's fingering me at a fast pace and I can barely keep my composure. He doesn't stop kissing me. It's hard to kiss him back. So fucking hard.