Presley

My eyelids flutter shut and I feel like there are a thousand butterflies trapped in my stomach as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. He tastes of alcohol, but I don't give a shit. I knot my fingers through his hair and pull him down harder, not getting enough of him.

He leans into me, deepening the kiss. Wrapping one of his hands around my ponytail, he moves the other to my waist, then to my hip before resting it on my lower back.

My body is on high alert as his scent floods my senses; cinnamon and Clive Christian No. 1. I open my mouth and moan into his. At the slightest opportunity, he pokes his tongue out and licks my bottom lip once, twice, before slipping it inside my mouth. His tongue duals with mine for a few moments before he breaks the kiss. "God, I'm a terrible person," he says, breathless. "I didn't even thank you for the cake—"

"You don't need to thank me," I say, placing a feather light kiss on his lips.

Deon presses a hot, drugging kiss to mine that sets all my nerve endings on fire. "Thank you so much, baby. It was the best fucking cake I've had in my life. And the card and key tag are just... perfect."

Baby? My heart flutters at the endearment. "Baby?" I voice my thought, grinning from ear to ear. "Since when did you start calling me baby?"

"Since right now." His long fingers graze the side of my face and I lean against his comforting palm. "I've wanted to do that since the very first time I saw you," he says, smirking.

"Do what? Call me baby?" I ask, confused.

"Kiss you," he says.

"Oh," I mumble, blushing.

"Yeah, oh is right." He chuckles, then kisses my neck and jaw playfully before kissing the spot right below my ear after which the air around us turns scorching hot, making me shudder with pleasure. I moan softly as his lips travel south.

Deon's room door flies open suddenly and one of his brothers walks in. When I see which one it is, I bury my face in Deon's chest.

"Do you not knock anymore?" He asks Kay and I feel the vibration of his deep voice against my face.

"What's up with you—" Kay stops abruptly. "Ooh...who have we got here?" I hear the hint of a smile in his voice.

"Fuck off, asshole," Deon grumbles.

"Oh, hey, tampon girl," Kay says and I feel Deon tense up against me. I try to step away from him, but his hold on me tightens, making it impossible for me to move. I look up at him and he loosens his grip a little for me to turn around in his arms.

"Hi." I smile at him shyly. "Please stop calling me that."

"You don't need to beg him," Deon tells me before turning his gaze towards his brother. "You need to stop calling her that, dick."

"No can do, bro. I've tried, but the name's stuck with me." Kay chuckles, causing Deon to loosen his hold on me. But before he can do whatever he's about to, I grab his arms and wrap them around my waist once again.

"You look great, by the way." Kayden gestures at me. "Also, the cake was amazing."

"Um, thanks." I grin at him.

"Why are you here, Kay?" Deon says, sounding impatient.

"Oh. Um, Tyler wanted me to check on you guys and cock-block if you two were screwing each other's brains out."

"Oh my god." My face turns red and I cover it with my hands.

"Well, the cock-blocking was actually my idea. Um...sorry about that," Kay whispers, then laughs nervously.

"What the fuck, Kay?" Deon releases me all of a sudden and advances straight towards Kayden before my brain even catches up. However, before Deon manages to get to him, he bolts from the room.

Deon stops abruptly, turns back and walks toward me, shoulders sagging.

"I'm terribly sorry about him," he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. "He can be such a douchebag sometimes."

"That's alright." I laugh, running my fingers through his perfect black hair. "What's the time?"

Deon looks at something behind me before replying. "It's eleven thirty."

I try to push him back by his shoulders, but he won't budge. "I need to go home. Gramma wanted me home at least by eleven, but it's way past eleven already." I softly hear the sound of 'Cheap thrills' by Sia playing downstairs as he sighs and slowly lets go of me. I feel his warmth leave me and I'm tempted to grab his arms and wrap them around me again.

"Can you do me a favor and see if Maddy and Tyler get home safe?"

"Sure, Pres, but I will walk you home first."

"No, I'll be fine. I'm a big girl. I can walk myself home." I beam at him.

"I can see that." He smirks before dropping a kiss onto my lips. "But please let me walk you there."

"Okay," I whisper against his lips.

"Um, we also need to talk about what's happening between us sooner or later," Deon states, walking me towards his bedroom door.

I sigh. "Yeah, we do."

Deon

I drive into the school parking lot, park Callie and kill her engine.

The moment Jennet told me Pres already left for school with Maddy, I got into my car and drove to school. We haven't seen or talked to each other for a couple days since my birthday. If I didn't know about the presentation she has to do on behalf of our grade for the school's Science Society for Science Day, I'd say she's been dodging me.

After walking Pres home on Sunday I got drunk off my ass. However, as asked by Pres, I told Jayden to see that Tyler and Maddy got home safe.

On Monday I skipped schools and was at home with a terrible fucking hangover for most of the morning. I only used my phone once to message Pres saying that I won't be able to make it to her house to practice for the auditions.

Walking into first period, psychology, I take the last seat on the right side corner and search for Pres. When I realize she's not in class, I send her a text.

Deon: Hey. Where are you?

Pres: With Maddy. Running a little late for school.

Deon: Oh. Do I wanna know why?

Pres: Probably not. Gtg!

Deon: Okay. See you later.

The classroom smells of fresh lime and mint. Desks are placed about two and a half inches apart from each other in three rows and four columns. Most of the students in the class haven't shown up yet. In less than five minutes all the desks and chairs except for the one beside me are occupied.

Mrs. Hathaway starts a lesson about some psychology theories, but my mind is not here in class where it's supposed to be. Images of Pres moaning as I kissed her on the day of my birthday floods my mind, and I struggle to sit still in my chair.

Kissing her that other night on the golf course was bad enough. She's like a fucking drug because now that I've had a taste of her— twice, to be specific— I need more. However, I'm afraid she might run for the hills once she realizes what kind of a person I was before I moved here. The things I want to do to her... bad things...

"Deon, I asked you a question," Mrs. Hathaway says, bringing me back to the now. "What's the first stage of Maslow's hierarchy of needs?"

"Physiological needs?" I answer, unsure.

"Yes, and what does it include?"

I think back to when she taught us this lesson, and I say the only thing I remember. "Sex?"

Everyone erupts into fits of laughter.

"Yes, but out of food, water, sleep, sex, breathing, homeostasis, etc, the only thing you remember is sex?" She says before frowning and shaking her head. The young teacher who's most probably in her mid twenties blushes a little too.

I shrug nonchalantly even though I'm dying of embarrassment inside. "Yeah, I guess."

Once Mrs. Hathaway reverts her attention back to the other students I hear someone whisper my name. I turn to my right to see the chick who's always with Jessica sitting next to me. What was her name again? Anna? Elena?

"Yes?" I reply.

She pulls a small piece of paper out of her bra and slides it onto my desk, which is not that further apart from hers. I open the note, already knowing what could be in it. The note reads 'My parents are outta town. Wanna come over to my house after school? I could show you my titties.' She's even written a phone number at the bottom.

I turn to her, annoyed, and she winks. Typical slut.

I squash the tiny piece of paper between my fingers before tossing it into the recycle bin at the back of the class.

When I turn back to her she's gaping at me, looking as annoyed as I am.

"I have a girlfriend," I say softly before focusing my attention on the lesson.

* * *

I don't see Pres for the rest of the day. When I see Tyler outside in the parking lot after school, I ask him if he saw her and he tells me that she left with Maddy after school.

I even sent her a few texts, but didn't get any reply even though she's seen them.

Is she pissed at me for something? But what could I have done to piss her off? Or maybe she's busy with the presentation?

Imagining all the worst case scenarios, I drive from school straight to her house, walk to her front door, and ring the bell.

The door opens to reveal her grandma. "Hello, Deon. How may I help you?"

"Is Presley home?"

"Yes. She's upstairs with Maddy," Jennet replies, smiling kindly at me. "Please come in, sweetheart."

"Um, can I see Presley?" I ask, stepping inside.

"Of course. Did anything happen at school? She came home looking very sad."

"Not that I know of." I frown.

"I'll call her downstairs for you," Jennet says, moving towards the stairs.

"Is it okay if I go upstairs and check on her? I have a feeling her being sad has something to do with me."

"Oh, okay." She's hesitant for a moment before she says, "You can go on upstairs, Deon. She's in her room."

I smile and nod at her before making my way upstairs.

Standing in front of the familiar door with patterns of pink colored flowers painted on it, I raise my hand to knock.

"He has a girlfriend for god's sake." I hear Pres's muffled voice through the door.

Who has a girlfriend?

"I'm quite sure it's just another stupid rumor Jessica told you," Maddy says.

I take a deep breath and knock.

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