Chapter One

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    I don't exactly know how it happened. It just did. One minute I was hobbling around Casey Write's dark hallway, ears ringing, my mind hazy with the influence of alcohol as I tried to navigate my way back to Willow. The next I was violently shoving my tongue down Charlie Simmons throat, helplessly pulling at his jet black hair to get him as close to me as possible. A small groan escaped my lips as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He grabbed me by the waist, hooking his fingers in my belt loop and pulled me into an empty bedroom, never once breaking our embrace. I heard a loud slam as he kicked the door closed and shoved me forward onto a bed, his body swiftly following behind as he crawled on top of me, pinning my arms next to my head while his face carried a goofy smirk. He leaned down to kiss me, immediately resuming from where we left off.

    Before i knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and i felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it!

    And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words this boy kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks.

    I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High.

    My body reacted to this bizarre situation before my brain could even begin to comprehend what in the living hell was going on. Without thinking, I bolted out from under Charlie's grasp and toppled off the bed, hitting the hard ground with a loud thump.

    My mind was a swirling sea of what the fuck? and ow!s as I attempted to stand up but failed miserably, my legs gave out as I sunk back down to the floor, back against the wall bringing my knees to my chest and holding my head in my hands.

    "You okay there?", A voice spoke, one that could only belong to the massive brick of muscle laying on his side upon the bed in front of me, head propped up by his hand with the biggest smirk I've ever seen.

    "Y-yea... i guess", I slurred, my mouth still thick with the six shots I downed just moments ago. Someone for the love of god please tell me how in the name of hell I ended up in a bedroom making out with a shirtless Charlie fucking Simmons. He starred down at me with his so-brown-they're-almost-black eyes and adorable smi- Holy shit holy shit no, no not adorable. I repeat NOT adorable.

    Jesus Ace you're a guy what the fuck is wrong with you?! I thought to myself. This wasn't like me, I mean I'm definitely not gay let alone gay for Charlie fucking Simmons! I've kissed girls before! Sure I've never had a real relationship... but I know that I've kissed girls!That still counts, right!?

    Please let this be a dream I thought, pinching the bridge of my nose. I became vulnerable as i realized my shirt was no longer on my body rather on the ground beside me.

    "Sorry to disappoint you there kid, but i can assure you it's not. And frankly I'm quite offended, I can guarantee you anybody at this party would be more than happy to have done what we just did. Considering I'm me and all.", Charlie said, his expression revealing how amused he was.

   Shit I said that out loud...

    Not even bothering to paying attention to his cocky response, I looked up and saw him give me a toothy grin, before pushing himself off the bed and kneeling on the ground beside me. I was shocked when I felt his arm snake around my waist, scooting me closer to him. The other ruffling my brown curly hair. Charlie Simmons is doing what right now? Trying to comfort me? Embrace me? Lure me into sleeping with him? Pulling a prank to get a laugh out of the assholes he calls friends? Oh god this cannot be happening.

    "I-I uh-", I sputtered, my face flushing as my fuzzy mind raced trying to conjure up an excuse to leave. "I think I'm gonna be sick!", I yelled, finally clawing the words out of my throat. I quickly pushed myself out of his reach while putting back on my shirt and sprinting faster than I ever have out the bedroom door. I miraculously managed to stumble into a bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Music blared through the walls, the bright lights burning my eyes as I looked into the mirror.

   "Oh shit!", I muttered, examining the hickeys on my neck. When did those get there? I tried to back track my thoughts, attempting to figure out how I got stuck in this hectic mess but the alcohol flowing through my veins overpowered me. My body suddenly felt too heavy to hold, the ringing in my ears getting louder as I collapsed onto the cold tile floor, dragging myself towards the toilet to vomit.

    The last thing I remember before passing out is Willow barging into the bathroom,
raging over some perverted guy she just kissed and how he tried to shove his hand up her skirt.

    I wondered what her reaction would be if I told her about the guy I kissed just moments ago...

Authors Note: Hi people! I don't think anybody will ever actually read this considering it's my first book and writing is not my strong suit (there's going to be a lot of mistakes just a warning lol), but in case anyone does i just wanted to say thank you for clicking on this story!! I don't know how often I will update or how long/good they'll be but I can assure you I will try my best! I'm pretty new to wattpad so I don't exactly know my way around things and Ive never written a story before so feel free to leave some constructive criticism! (btw for some reason a few of my I's keep becoming uncapitalized so i apologize for that but every time i fix it it just goes back!)

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