I sighed. What the fuck was I doing?
“Thanks,” I whispered, looking down for the first time in my life, “I mean, for not..”

He tilted his head sideways and grinned crookedly, “Mhmm.”
My eyes flashed up and for one brief moment that should’ve stretched into forever, our eyes held and he understood something I did not.

And then he dissapeared into the shadows and doorways of their mysterious house.
There was utter silence and an uneasiness began to creep into my stomach. What a weird night, I thought.

Two hands on my hips from behind made me gasp aloud. Someone was smothering my neck in slimey kisses. Derek.

I rolled my eyes, slapped on a slutry look and turned around to return the favor. He really wasn’t that good looking, or that great of a kisser. Or maybe I just had someone else on the mind, someone I’d rather be with.

He led me into a back closet of a room and for the rest of the night I thought of places I’d rather be and people I’d rather be with.