Chapter 25: Teenage Hormones.

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Reign's POV.

Ariana threw a costume party.

I'm not dressed as anyone in particular.

I'm wearing a white t-shirt, knotted at the front, short checkered flared skirt, thigh high socks and Converse shoes.

Mason said that I look like a teen pornstar but I ignored that comment.

We had to pick up Jasmine from her house because they're finally that close now and she looks so badass in that Harley Quinn costume.

The ride goes with me rolling my eyes at them for attempting 'small talk' it's so weird, like just kiss already, Jesus.

We arrive at the party around nine and it's already packed.

Mason let the top down on Luke's car so I just jump out while he goes around to open Jasmine's door.

I roll my eyes for the twentieth time.

I start heading to the house without them because they're starting to make me sick.

I wrinkle my nose at a girl who's puking on Ari's porch, the door flies open before I could touch the knob and a drunk couple dressed up as... Romeo and Juliet? Walk out.

I snort a laugh, shaking my head at them.

I'm welcomed by Post Malone's big lie booming from the speakers inside the house.

Wild dressed up teens jumping up and down, weed and alcohol wafting in the air and are those two screwing each other in that corner?

"Gross," I avert my eyes.

Regardless of all the disturbing scenes I'm seeing, it's actually the biggest turn up I've seen all year.

Go Ari.

I drift through the crowd, looking for the one and only host of this party.

I find her in the kitchen, standing by the counter, talking to Luke.

I swallow at the sight of him, leaning my shoulder against the door frame.

Ariana is explaining something to him while he's looking down at the counter, mixing liquor with soda while smiling at whatever she's telling him.

He looks a little different, taller? Or maybe it's because of that new hair cut?

The guy looks good, Reign, admit it.

Never.

I release a frustrated groan when Ari says something that makes him laugh, his face glowing as he looks at her and says something like, "You're shitting me."

"Goddamn teenage hormones." I mutter, pushing off the wall and walking away.

I bump shoulders with a girl dressed as Sabrina the teenage witch.

"Sorry." She says and I recognize her voice.

"Olivia?" I snap my brows together in confusion, she looks at me and smiles.

"Hey, Reign." She gives a little wave.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, raising my voice due to the loud music.

I know what you're thinking, it's a fucking party, she's here to party.

I think not, Olivia Conner is only a sophomore but, the girl is a fucking genius, like give her the hardest math question you can find and she'll solve it in ten seconds. I've witnessed it first hand.

"Kyle invited me." She says nervously, smoothing her blonde wig.

"And you came?!" I widen my eyes.

"Uh, yeah, he just-"

"Wants to fuck you." I complete her sentence, nodding, "Do you even know why every girl dumps him in less than a month?"

She shakes her head no.

"Because he's a fucking creep," I tell her, she blinks, widening her eyes and suddenly looking scared, I know an ugly thought just flooded her mind.

"I knew I shouldn't have come." She mutters to herself, looking around us.

"How about I find you a bodyguard, that way, you won't have to leave and Kyle won't bother you, yeah?" I ask, she nods, giving me her approval as she plasters a faint smile.

I hold her hand and we push through drunk people, looking for the so called bodyguard.

I finally spot Jace talking to his fellow juniors by the living room entrance.

We walk over to him, grabbing his arm and ambling a few feet away from his friends.

I narrow my eyes at the black cloak he's wearing.

"I'm ghost face but some douche stole my mask." He answers my thoughts.

"Whatever, this is Olivia, Olivia this is Jace." I introduce them. They look at each other but none of them greets the other.

"Uh, no offense but why are you..?" He bents over to whisper to me, trailing the sentence.

I sigh, "I want you to look after her the entire night," I whisper back but I'm pretty sure Olivia can hear us.

"Why?"

"Kyle invited her." I tell him, he looks at her through hooded brown eyes.

"Sabrina, why would you.... he's literally a psychopath," His deep voice speaks, the words make her uncomfortable.

I feel like Jace's presence makes a lot of girls nervous.

"Her name is Olivia," I grit out, slapping his chest with the back of my hand.

"I'm not babysitting a full grown girl, Rei, tell her to go home or something." He tries to bolt, I grasp his arm, yanking him back.

"She's never been to a party before, asshole, just have her by your side and let her experience a high school party." I whisper shout, he looks at me and then at Olivia.

He bites the corner of his lower lip like he's thinking about it.

I could babysit her myself but I always get distracted and she would feel like a third wheel. Not with Jace though, he gives everyone his full attention, maybe that's why all the little girls think they can have a chance with him.

"She's never been to a party?" He asks me.

"Yeah." I nod, looking at Olivia who's biting her thumbnail, looking all nervous and lost.

I see my old self in Olivia, shy and innocent.

I feel like I should protect this girl from the cruelty of the world, maybe not the world, just high school.

"Okay but you owe me, Rei, I was totally gonna lay with Kenzie Coleman tonight." He showcases that smile that makes all the girls weak.

"Aren't you dating that girl Sandra?" I ask, feeling confused.

"We're on a break, whatever that means." He extends his hand out in front of Olivia, she looks at me before hesitantly placing her hand in his.

"Anything happens to her and you're dead," I threaten.

"Yeah I know, do you drink, Sabrina?" He asks her as they walk back to his friends.

"Her name is Olivia!" I shout after them but I don't think either of them heard me.

I sigh.

He's totally gonna call her Sabrina all night, isn't he?

I turn around and decide to go upstairs. Ariana hides a whole bunch of different snacks in the drawer next to her bed and that's where I'm going to be cause this party really isn't doing it for me.

I bump into shane on my way there, he holds my hand and twirls me, drinking me in.

"I like," He winks at me, referring to my outfit.

"Of course you do," I chuckle, climbing the stairs and feeling his eyes on my back.

There are a few people in the hall, waiting to use the bathroom.

I spot Luke talking to a junior, I don't really know her name.

They're standing near Ariana's door, I have to push right through them to get to it.

Fuck my life.

He and I left things unspoken and it looked like he stopped talking to me because of God knows what, and then he kissed me right before he left town for a whole week. yeah, I'll remember to mind my own business.

I continue walking, determined to bypass them like they are imaginary.

I tell myself that he's not gonna acknowledge my existence either anyway but he stands in front of me and blocks my path, I try to walk around him but he moves to block me again and again.

I sigh defeatedly, meeting his eyes.

"Hey, sweetheart, how was Miami?" I play fake nice.

He's now smirking.

I look back at the girl as she falls back in line.

"Other people gave me welcoming hugs and kisses." I hear him say.

"I'm not other people," I look at him, gripping my phone tighter in my hand behind me, I don't even know why.

His eyes drop to my outfit.

"You look like a teenager." He comments.

"Have I never told you that I am infact a teenager?" I remark sarcastically.

"Not what I meant but okay." He smiles.

I roll my eyes, trying to walk away but his hand closes around my arm, looking down at me since I'm now close to him.

We stare at each other glancingly.

"I've been thinking about it all week, have you?" He whispers.

"The stupid kiss? Fucking spare me." I try to retrieve my arm.

"No, not the stupid kiss," He doesn't let go.

"About what then?" I sigh.

"You know what, Reign, don't act dumb." He once again drops his gaze to my body.

"If you're done trying to get in my pants, Richardson, I really have to go." I sound tired.

He releases my arm and I show him my best fake smile before heading to Ari's bedroom. I enter the room and turn on the lights.

I smile, scanning her girly bedroom.

I haven't been in here in a while but it hasn't changed. She still has that Why Don't We boy band poster right above her bed, and those Christmas lights circling her headboard, and let's not forget about the Garrett and me pictures on her walls.

I toss my phone on her bed, looking around the clean room, unlike me and most teenagers that I know, Ariana keeps her room tidy at all times.

The door creeks open behind me and I snap my head to look, Luke closes it and leans his back against it.

"Dude..." I start.

"She wants me to go in the bathroom with her," He informs me, sounding shocked, I laugh.

"Then go in the goddamn bathroom with her, coward." I say through my laugh.

"No! Are you crazy? She's like fifteen years old, I was just trying to make conversation not break her virginity," He whispers for some reason.

"You're so dramatic," I sit on Ariana's bouncy bed which has way too many pillows and stuffed animals.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" He looks around the room, "And why is it so clean?" He chuckles softly.

"Right? I'll never know when or how she does it." I say.

He doesn't respond and I don't say anything, the room turns silent, the awkward kind.

"Reign?" He breaks it.

"Yeah?" I respond, sounding unsure because I feel like he's gonna say something inappropriate.

"What are you wearing?" He eyes me down while approaching me.

I look down at my 'teen pornstar outfit'

It's a fucking costume party, I'm wearing something that I wouldn't ever wear. That's what costume parties are about.

"Clothes?" The word comes out low and weak as I stupidly pull my skirt, he stands in front of me, holding my chin and making me look up at him.

Uh okay, so we're doing this.

His stare turns smoky and I feel like we have to do something about this sexual tension before my heart literally busts out of my chest but that means I have to accept defeat and kiss him.

Never accept defeat, Never accept defeat, Never accept defeat.

Then he grazes his thumb over my lips and...

Fuck it!

I rise, fisting his t-shirt and pressing my lips to his, he stills, not moving his lips, not kissing me back.

I pull away, feeling a little stupid.

"I taught you well." Is what I say.

That's what you say when you're embarrassed by the way.

"You didn't teach me shit, you called my kiss stupid," He says, sounding all serious.

"Did I?" I bite my lip, holding in a laugh.

"It's not funny," he says, "Plus, I don't think I wanna fuck you in our friend's bedroom,"

"Who said anything about fucking?" I squint my eyes at him.

"You really think I want to kiss you in a closed room with a bed without fucking you?" He asks like I'm dumb and clueless.

Not really knowing what to say to that, I push my hair back and debate with myself on whether I should just leave and go dive in a pool of cringe somewhere.

My eyes meet his and I take a deep breath, my chest rising up and down. His gaze darts down to my chest and he shuts his eyes.

"Damn you," He whispers, cupping my face and claiming my mouth, I do my new favourite thing which is inhale him, instead of getting lost in his scent, I get lost in my need for him.

We kiss each other hard and fast like we're both starving, he releases a 'hmmm' sound as he slips his tongue in my mouth, our tongues tangle playfully which makes me giggle, that warm liquidy gooey feeling cooks up in my stomach.

He lifts me, laying me down on the bed with our lips locks, his mouth feels too good, the kind of good that makes me wonder how the rest of him would feel, I literally can't stop thinking about ripping his clothes off and feeling every inch of him.

I know that my skirt has risen, exposing everything that's underneath but I don't feel so alarmed by that right now.

Infact, I want him to see.

His hand slides over my bare hip to the curve of my ass, pressing his hard-on in-between my legs, I bite his lip, trying my best not to rock my hips and dry hump him. He grips my ass and I moan, a sex moan.

"Fuck." He growls.

He pulls away, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and lifting it over his head as I scrap my nails down his hard stomach, stopping at his belt buckle.

He throws his shirt on the floor and leans down and kisses me again, sneaking his hand underneath my skirt and- well, my phone vibrates next to us, instead of ignoring it, he ceases his movements and turns his head to look at the screen.

I try to reach for it but he beats me to it, sitting up and looking at the screen. I roll my eyes to the ceiling. Catching my breath.

"Aw, who's Hunter and why does he sound all whipped?" He chuckles, staring at the screen.

The name alarms me, I quickly try to snatch my phone from his hand but he holds it higher, still scrolling through my Hunter conversation.

"The fuck, Luke? That's invasion of privacy." I rise up, fighting for my phone but he wraps his arm around my waist to keep me in place.

I pinch his ear.

"Ow." He whines, holding his ear like I just peeled it off. "Why does everyone keep doing that?"

He gives it back, letting go of my waist.

"Vampire in the making." He says, I ignore him as I read the text from Hunter.

"Hey, I really can't stop thinking about you. We gotta do that again."

Ew, he does sound whipped and we didn't even do anything other than make out and that was only because I was shit faced.

"Hunter, huh?" I hear him ask.

"What are you? My boyfriend?" I question, scratching the back of my head.

"I'm asking as... a .. friend." He stutters, I drift my gaze to look at him with an amused smile.

"Oh, so we're friends now?"

"No. But c'mon, Reign, who do you fuck if not me or anyone I know." He holds a piece of my pink hair, grinding it between his fingers.

"Hunter, duh." I lie while shooting Hunter a 'delete my number' text.

I put my phone on the nightstand, bringing my attention back to Luke.

"Where were we?" I lock my hands behind his neck.

He grabs me by my neck, pressing his face into my neck and inhaling, he makes a low sound of satisfaction in the back of his throat.

"Did you cum?" He whispers against my neck.

Oh wow.

See? He used it against me.

"I'm not telling you that." I shake my head, shutting my eyes at the touch of his lips on my skin, so hot and soft.

I must be going crazy, we both are.

"Did he kiss you better than I do?" He stares at my lips, his parted lips and messy hair making him look alluring.

"Yeah." I lie for more good skin in the morning.

"Did he taste you?" He asks, looking drunk in lust as he slowly lifts my skirt.

"You dirty little shit." I laugh.

"Did he?" He sounds serious.

"Duh." More lies.

"Okay." He takes his hands off me and climbs off the bed.

Uh, what?

"Where are you going?" I ask, watching him pick up his t-shirt from the floor.

"We're at a party, aren't we?" He slips it on.

"Really, dude?" I roll my eyes at him.

"You weren't expecting me to still fuck you after a guy sexts you and you literally put this image of him doing things to you in my head, were you?"

"Man, don't be a dick." I shake my head, lazily tilting my head to the side.

"We'll try again next time, yes?" He bends over to my level, staring into my eyes. He plants a kiss on my sealed lips and starts walking towards the door.

"There won't be a next time!" I shout after him before he closes the door, he looks back at me and smiles.

"Wouldn't bet on it." He walks out and I fall backwards on Ari's bed.


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