Malia

I can't breathe. I can't think. I'm staring at Jasper as if the world has suddenly melted in on itself and taken everything with it.

Did the emcee really just call my name?

"Malia Tate." He says again.

Yep, he sure did.

Robotically, I walk towards the stage, glancing back at Blair only once. She's angry. Really angry. Also maybe a bit shocked.

Me too Blair, me too.

Jasper smiles and grasps my hand, pulling me into the house and up to his room. I'm vaguely aware of the emcee following us.

Fuck. Is he going to watch or something?

Jasper pulls me inside his bedroom door and shuts it behind him. For several moments we just stare at each other, completely unsure.

After last night and everything that happened, I'm unsure where we even stand. I can't begin to say I'm not excited, because I am. This is what I wanted to happen last night. This is why I snuck in here, hoping that somehow he wanted me too. But what he wanted was a friendship and I couldn't give him that. How can you be someone's friend when every time you look at them you're wishing they will kiss you already?

Jasper swallows and takes a step towards me. I freeze, holding my breath.

"Look Malia, you're my sisters best friend- and hopefully mine too. I know this is probably weird, especially after last night, but if I don't do this, I'll never live it down. So can we just do this and get it over with?"

My heart is literally in my throat. I can't speak. I can't move. All I can do is nod my head. This is the moment I've been dreaming about. The moment I've been waiting seven years for.

"B is certainly gonna kill me, probably even chop my balls off- but fuck it. It's the box of sin, I have to."

Jasper steps forward again. His left hand tangles in my hair and yanks me towards him. His lips are mere millimeters from mine.

"You ready Malia?" He whispers against my mouth.

A mewling sound is the only noise I can make as I stare into his deep blue irises. Fuck yes I'm ready. I've been ready.

Jasper's right arm wraps softly around my waist, jerking me forward so we are chest to chest. It's all I can do not to grind against him. His hard chiseled body feels glorious against mine.

This is my moment. I've gotta give it all I've got. I won't ever get this moment again.

Jasper's lips touch mine, softly, as if testing the waters. He pulls back instantly, confusion written across every feature.

Did he feel the same shock I felt? Oh god did he hate it?

Those glorious deep dark brown eyebrows pull together and Jasper's left hand moves from my hair to softly stroke my cheek. He is studying me, his eyes roaming across every inch of my face. It's almost as if he's never seen me before. But he has. He's seen me every single day for the past seven years. His home is my solitude. My hide out.

"Get on with it or accept defeat!" The emcee yells outside the bedroom, knocking violently on the door.

Jasper leans in again, skipping my lips and going right for my ear. His hot breath sends shivers down my neck, all the way to my toes.

This is why I can't be his friend. I need this. I want this- not a friendship.

"Malia I'm gonna need you to be as loud as you can possibly be. Fake it if you have to." He whispers, threading his fingers back into my hair.

With one quick yank, my neck is exposed to him. I can't even stop the loud moan that leaves my lips as his mouth connects to my skin.

Fuck. Shit. Damn. My dreams are coming true tonight. Please oh please don't stop.

My eyes close, reveling in this glorious torture. If only I could do this every day for the rest of my life.

My stomach tightens as Jasper kisses up my neck and along my jaw. His lips are back on my ear, his hot breath scalding me.

"Malia, you need to make some kind of noise or they will never believe we're in here doing this. Come on sweetness, make it believable."

Jasper's words send fire straight to my core. I've never really done this kind of dare before, so I'm not sure exactly what he means. I'm never vocal during kissing either. Somehow this is more than kissing though.

"Ohh." I cry out as he pulls my earlobe into his mouth and begins to suck. "Oh Jasper."

Suddenly he's pushing against me and we're moving across the room. My body slams hard into the door and I gasp loudly from the shock of it.

"That's it sweetness. Does it feel good? You certainly taste good Malia." His voice is barely above a whisper, but I can hear the desire in it. This isn't just a show anymore.

Does he actually want me?

"Oh my my my, it's starting to sound really hot in there." The emcee coos through the door.

I can just imagine Blair balling her hands into fists. This is certainly going to cause a fight tonight. I just don't care though. It's worth it.

"Please don't stop." I manage to get out, loud enough for the emcee on the other side of the door to hear.

I don't like this- doing it for show, but if it is the only way I can have Jasper than I will take it.

Fuck being friends. Fuck Cami, you snooze you loose. He's mine right now.

His mouth continues to assault me, leaving trails of wet kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. His left hand untangles from my hair, running down my shoulders and over my arms; down to grip my waist.

Jasper pulls me even closer, and I know exactly what this is doing to him.

"Fuck." I hiss as his hand pushes hard against my low back, forcing me to feel every inch of his hard-on. It hits almost perfectly between my legs.

"I'm so turned on Malia. Do you see what you're doing to me?" Jasper pulls back, eyes hooded as he stares at me.

This certainly is no longer for show. I, Malia Tatum, have managed to somehow turn on Jasper Jacobs. My inner cheerleader is screaming and waving her pom-poms in victory.

"Please." I beg, wanting more of this delightful torture.

Jasper's hand grips into the back of my thigh, hoisting me up and against the door. My legs wrap around his waist and I push down into him. I stare into his intense eyes. I could get lost in their depths.

A groan slides from those beautiful parted lips and then he's kissing me again. This time it's hard and needy. I moan, and his tongue slips inside to battle with mine.

The door rattles on its hinges from the sheer force of everything between the two of us. I can faintly hear the emcee cheering on the other side of the door.

None of that matters anymore. All that matters is right now- this moment.

Seconds turn to minutes and I wonder when he's gonna come up for air. It's almost as if our kiss is his air.

Moans slide up my throat and into his mouth as he grinds against me and the door quakes. The loud banging sound of the door slapping the threshold over and over again reminds me of a headboard hitting a wall.

If only.

Jasper separates from my lips, leaning back to gaze at me. Desire dances in his eyes. He leans forward, nuzzling my hair and inhales deeply.

"If I had known it would be this fucking good, I'd have kissed you sooner. My sister is certainly gonna murder me now." A smile stretches across his face, his lips turned up so high he rivals the Cheshire Cat.

What does that mean? Does it mean he wants to do this again?

"Five minutes." The emcee yells from the other side of the door.

"Do you trust me?" Jasper whispers, eyes locked with mine.

I nod forcefully, cheeks red from embarrassment at how quickly I answered that.

"Good. Wrap your arms around my neck."

I do as I'm told. I gasp as cold air hits my exposed back when I'm pulled away from the door.

"Jasper-" I say, breathy and louder than I intend to.

"It's okay sweetness. I've got you. I promise I won't let you fall."

I never thought for a second he would let me fall. I trust him completely. I don't even know what I was going to say. My mind is rushing with millions of thoughts.

Jasper sets me down lightly on his bed. He drops to his knees in front of me and I have no idea what's about to  happen next.

"Arms up." He says.

Obediently I lift my arms up, biting my bottom lip as I stare at him. I wonder if he can see in my eyes how much I want him.

Jasper's fingertips skim my skin as he slowly and torturously lifts my shirt up and over my head.

I'm suddenly self conscious as I realize I'm wearing my old plain white bra with the tears along the sides.

Why couldn't I have worn the new black one I saved up so much for?

Jasper doesn't even seem to notice. His eyes are still locked on mine as he leans forward and kisses along my sternum and down into the valley between my breasts. His fingertips are lightly skimming across my stomach, eliciting goosebumps all over.

The cold air in the room, combined with the hot desire emanating from my body is a wonderful contrast and I soon start to pant in anticipation of every move he makes.

Jasper's mouth continues to kiss down my stomach, then back up again to my mouth. He seems so experienced in the act of seduction, yet I know for a fact he isn't.

Is it possible he hid this? Maybe he isn't still a virgin like I thought.

By this point I'm pretty sure my panties are soaked but I don't care. I just want him to continue this little dare we're doing. I want these five minutes to last forever.

Jasper takes hold of my shoulders, pushing me back on the bed. He stands and climbs up over my body, thrusting his hips forward and reminding me just how turned on he actually is.

I moan loudly again, pushing up from the bed to meet him in another kiss. His left hand is back in my hair, pulling it so he can access my neck again.

"If you keep doing that I don't know if I can leave this room when the five minutes are up. I already want you bad enough as it is." He growls into my skin. As if marking his words, he pushes into me again.

My legs wrap around him, forcing him to stay just like this, where I can feel him until it's over.

I will never forget this day. Not ever.

"One minute!" The emcee yells through the door.

No. No. Please no. I don't want this to end.

Jasper's lips find mine again, kissing me frantically. He's trying to milk the last minute for all he can get because we both know that once this is over it's done. Blair will never allow anything to happen between us.

If Jasper even wants more. How do you know this isn't all in your head?

The emcee starts to count down from ten and I whimper as I realize that it's over. I could only hope I wouldn't look back to regret this. I think I gave it my all, but I'm not sure that later I might think of something more I could have done.

"Five- Four-"

Jasper bites my lip, then finishes with a quick peck. As the emcee finishes the count, he moves off me and pulls the shirt back over my head.

"That's our little secret okay? If B ever finds out I took your shirt off I will be so dead. In fact, if she asks, just tell her we talked and pretended to kiss." Jasper's eyes are locked on mine and my heart instantly sinks at his words.

It was all in your head. He doesn't even want to admit to what we did. Was I that terrible? Am I embarrassing?

"Okay." I force myself to say.

Jasper finds my hand, pulling me up from his bed and laying a quick kiss on it.

"That was a lot of fun Malia." He says as he opens the door and walks out, leaving me standing there in shock.

"Yeah." I mutter to his back. "Sure was."