Leah

Shocked. Shocked was the only thing I felt in this very moment.

Jace's lips pressed against my own. His lips were soft and mesmerizing. I found myself giving into the kiss.  And immediately, like an idiot, my eyes fluttered close as I responded. His soft lips slowly working against mine causing fire running down my body with each movement.

His hands rested on my hips pulling me in closer to his embrace. Our kiss deepened as my arms found its way around his neck. I don't know if it was the many drinks I had tonight getting to me or what, but I honestly don't know why I'm letting this continue. My mind screamed stop, but the rest of my body wanted this to continue to feel every inch of him.

He expertly moved his lips against my own. The kiss itself was filled with passion, a sense of aggression and a form of dominance. His tongue skimmed my bottom lip softly asking for access and of course I granted it. His tongue slowly and expertly dancing with my own. God, that tongue. My fingers moved into his hair unconsciously. Wow it's so soft. A small groan left him and I smiled against his lips, happy I found one weakness.

Heat filled the kitchen and want filled my body. The kiss filled with desire. Jace's hands gripped my hips tightly like he was trying to restrain himself from more.

Don't.

Just as this kiss was getting even more heated and intense, the sound of footsteps echoed the large kitchen.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" My eyes snapped opened the instant a voice filled my ears. Without a second thought, I place a hand on Jace's chest and pushed him away causing him to stumble back slightly. All the alcohol I had rushing through my body was gone in an instance automatically sobering me up.

My eyes landed on Nicole Clarke. Her medium brown hair pin straight, her blue eyes widen in shocked. She was dressed in a short thin strapped black dress. Seeing her reaction made me realize what just happened. Like a bucket of ice cold water hitting me directly in the face.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to intrude. I-I'm just gonna go now." She said turning on her heels and running back to where she came from.

Silence filled the kitchen. I touched my slightly swollen lips unable to fathom the moment that just occurred.

Jace kissed me. And I kissed him back.

Oh my god.

Jace was leaning against the island counter once more. He took his thumb and wiped it across his bottom lip removing what ever was left of my lipstick from it. A devious and cocky smirk imprinted on his lips. A satisfied look lined his handsome face.

His stupid handsome face.

"You kissed me." I told him in complete disbelief. "You. Kissed. Me." I paused after every word hoping it would register in my brain.

"And?" He asked and my eyes landed on his lips once more as he spoke. Those delicious lips. I shook my head clear of those thoughts. I'm suppose to be mad at him, not freaking staring at his lips!

Get it together, Leah.

"Why did you kiss me!?" The tone of my voice raised. I was angry. Even if that kiss was amazing, he stole my first kiss. Then it finally clicked. No.

My first kiss.

Oh my god.

It was my first kiss!

Jace Emerson stole my first kiss. That fucking asshole.

I could feel my blood starting to boil. "I saw your little boyfriend heading towards the kitchen. Thought I would give him a show to remember." He answered uninterested in the person he was speaking about.

Nate.

God, did he see Jace's little stunt?

I was furious. No, I was beyond furious at this point. I jumped off the counter and stood directly in front of him. His eyes peered down to me unfazed by our small distance. "And that gives you the right to kiss me?" I said through gritted teeth.

Jace pushed off the island and took a step forward causing me to take step back. His hands resting on the counter that I was just on, enclosing me in the space.

He leaned in close enough for me to catch his scent as his hazel eyes stared into my own. "I can do whatever I want. Especially when it comes to getting what I want." He answered smoothly.

I scoffed. Of course, this was all for his game. This was his form of entertainment.

I rolled my eyes at him "Still doesn't give you the right to kiss me." I couldn't bring myself to tell him that he had just stole my first kiss. That would be pathetic, he would think it was pathetic. To not be kissed for the past eighteen years, yeah super pathetic.

Jace shrugged his shoulders and pushed away from me. I was finally able to breathe the moment his presence left me. He grabbed the drink that I had set down and drank it in one gulp.

"It wasn't even that great of a kiss." I told him in a mocking tone. I snatching my cup back from his hand. "Get your own." I muttered.

Jace chuckled like he didn't believe a single word that left my lips. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and unscrewed the top. He started to pour some into my cup slowly to refill the drink he stole.

"Your mouth may say that right now, but in that moment your body, lips and hands were saying something else." He said confidently. He knew exactly the type of power he had.

My body heated up from his words. A blush rise to my cheeks. He was right. In that moment. I wanted it all. Why did I drink? It was the alcohol. I blame it on that.

Jace snagged the cup from my hand again. "And because of that, it was a kiss you will never forget." His eyes held mischief. "Trust me. I know you would let me do it again." The cockiness in his voice was on a whole other level.

I wanted to smack the living day light out of him. What makes him so confident?

I couldn't fathom any words. "Screw you." I told him through clenched teeth.

The cocky grin grew on his face. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's okay to face the fact that you are bound to fall in love with me. I have that effect and you are no exception."

I couldn't help the laugh that left my mouth, but even then his features still held confidence. "Love? Come on, be serious." I said incredulously. "I don't even like you."

I could never fall for this jerk.

Jace raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk on his lips. And without saying another word, walked out of the kitchen leaving me in my own thoughts.

What the actual fuck is happening?

***

I woke up the next day with a massive headache. Hangovers are horrible. Why do people drink if they end up like this the next day? All I wanted to do was crawl up in my bed with my most comfortable blanket and sleep the day away. I slapped the snooze on my alarm so many times, I'm surprised the button still worked. I swore I was bound to break this thing.

I need to get up and get ready for school, but every time I moved an inch I felt my world start to spin. And it was spinning counterclockwise. Like normal spinning wasn't torture enough. I couldn't do it. I was going to have to pretend to be sick.

My mom finally came into my room wondering why I wasn't getting ready for school as the time inches closer for me to leave. I was ready to make my excuse, a half lied telling her I wasn't feeling well. I mean it wasn't a lie, I felt like shit. But it was because all the alcohol I had last night.

"Leah? Are you okay sweetie?" She asked sitting at the side of my bed. Her dark eyes held concern. It wasn't everyday that her only child was 'sick'.

I looked up at her, she was still dressed in her scrubs from the hospital. I shook my head slowly careful to not make the room spin again. I had just gotten under control. "I just feel horrible, headache, body aches. The works."

My mother is a nurse, she can catch signs and symptoms so easily. So it was always hard to fake being sick. She always caught on and eventually I stopped trying and dragged my ass to school.

I just prayed she didn't catch on today.

She reached forward and place the back of her hand on my forehead. "You're not warm, doesn't seem like you have a fever."

I brought my blanket up to neck acting like I have the chills. She looked worried and I felt bad doing this but I really didn't want go to school today. "Stay home today sweetie." She offered.

I nodded, thankful she didn't catch on. "Are you going back to work?" I asked motioning to her scrubs.

She nodded. "Yes, they asked me to work a double today. I just came home to grab a few things. I'll be home late tonight." She leaned in a kissed my forehead. "Just rest, drink lots of fluids and please eat something."

Guilt was really setting in this time. I nodded. "I will, mom." Was all I could say. It was really shitty of me to stay home while my mom was working as hard as she is.

She gave me a smile and stood up. "I'm off tomorrow, so let's do something. Hopefully you'll feel well enough for some time with your dear mom."

Excitement grew within me, I missed hanging out with my mom. All of our days filled with shopping, watching movies and failing at new recipes were my favorites. She worked so much that I savored those moments I had with her. "I promise I will be."

One more goodbye and off the the hospital she went.

I sunk back into my bed and closed my eyes hoping sleep would take me over once more. I tossed and turned for what seemed forever, but was only an hour. Groaning in frustration, I tossed over to my side. Why can't I sleep!?

I got out of bed deciding that eating might help this situation I was in. Maybe something greasy would ease the pounding headache. I glanced at my mirror and the reflection was horrendous.

My dark brown hair was stacked on top of my head in a messy bun, hair sticking out in all directions. Around my eyes were smudged eyeliner making the bags under there look worst.

I look like shit.  

I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth and hopped into the shower hopeful to wash the misery off of me.

I grabbed my phone off my nightstand and walked downstairs. I looked at the missed texts on my phone, all from Kayla wondering were I am and threats of burning my Teen Wolf  collection if I didn't answer.

Obviously I texted back. I can't have that precious thing taken away from me. I told her I was fine and that she should be focusing on her classes. I was about to lock my phone when another text came through. This time it was Jace.

Jace: Are you with Rylan?

I furrowed my brows. What the hell is that suppose to mean? Is he talking about Nate?

Who else, Leah?  

Does he think because I'm not in school, I'm with Nate? Wait, isn't Nate in school?

I was about to give him a piece of my mind about making false accusations when my doorbell rung. Who the hell does he think he is? I thought as I walked to the front door.

I swung the door open and standing in front of me was Nate in all his glory.

I guess psychic.

***
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