My eyelashes flutter; I wake up due to loud music. A blaring sound is echoing inside my room. I force my eyes to unlock; darkness covers my small room. I groan in frustration that my beautiful and relaxing sleep was so abruptly interrupted. I walk to my window and finally detect the origin of the deafening noise. At the end of the road, a huge house decorated with many colorful lights is the cause of the interruption. I can see some people from my bedroom despite the distance.

I remember Jacob mentioning the party that will take place; all his crew is there which means Corbyn is too. The thought of him messing with other girls makes me nauseous and tears prick my eyes. I lay in my bed, and attempt to fall asleep again ignoring the music that travels to my ears. Just when I feel my lashes getting shut and I hear a sudden sound. I thought it was just my mind playing games with me but a voice reassures me that this is not the case.

"Fuck," I quickly sit up; I turn on my light on my nightstand and find Corbyn leaning against my door. Relief washes over me and happy surprise blooms inside my fragile soul; he's finally here with me.

"Corbyn...what-what are you doing here?" I ask and he smirks making my heart melt in a heartbeat.

"What are you doing?" He questions instead, still smirking. I frown at his odd behavior; he said all those hateful things to me, was ignoring me all these days and now, here he is staring at me with those electric glistening blue eyes of his.

"I'm sleeping, trying actually," I mutter as he moves to my bed causing my heart to start beating faster by the second.

"Can't sleep?" He whispers in a soft voice after he sits on the edge of my bed. I see melancholy troubling his fuzzy eyes yet I might just imagined that as well as his feelings for me.

"Yes, the..." Before I can't justify my inability to sleep as I'd planned, he speaks.

"Me neither," He admits. "Not tonight, I mean the other nights..." He adds rubbing his eyes; only then do I notice the dark circles painted under his eyes, giving away his exhaustion and lack of sleep. I know very well that he won't answer my question as to why he can't sleep so I stay silent; having nothing to say but he does.

"See, a girl has..." My eyes shoot to his before he finishes and the moment our eyes contact; he halts midsentence. Tears gather at the back of my eyes while I think of the girls that are keeping him awake when I stay in my room alone; thinking about a blonde boy with sky sparkling blue eyes.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" His voice is a little huskier than usual yet there's a vulnerability creeping in. A frown forms on my brow at his words.

"Corbyn, what are you talking about?" Confusion possesses me; I don't comprehend. He knows the answer to this question. I can't understand the reason why he would ask me. An unpleasant thought crosses my mind; H wants to hurt me more. The answer my brain offers makes me angry and my breath quickens. "I was thinking..."

"Corbyn cut the play! You hurt me and I was naive that I let it happen. I don't need you to tell me that!" I say in one breath and he giggles.

"Why on earth are you..." My voice trails off as realization dawns on me; I finally connect all the pieces of the puzzle that it's called Corbyn. He's drunk; he hasn't stop smirking, his eyes are glowing and his pupils are dilated. It's like his deep blue ocean is fighting against the growing darkness.

"Are you drunk?" The words are out of my mouth before I know it.

"Maybe," He whispers coming closer.

"I think you should go home," I exclaim but he steps closer as I move backward until my back hits the board of my bed.

"Corbyn, go home," I repeat; my voice is shaking under his influence as my body starts reacting. I distance myself knowing that this crazy proximity of his body in mine will only make things worse. He isn't conscious of his actions and my feelings are hurt by this blonde drunk boy. Not the perfect combination, even for us.

He grabs my thighs and drags me down to him. My back is laying in the bed as the tender fabric of the sheets caresses my skin. I try to sit up but he is quicker than me; he lays upon me. His warm body drives insane mine and the feeling I was so fond of reappears threatening to get the best of me. I can't though. I can't let him use me again. This night will end only one way and that is me getting hurt.

"Corbyn," I murmur; my voice is too low to be heard. I place my palms against his chest to get him off of me but he takes my wrists on his hands and puts them on the sides of my head.

"Going somewhere?" He questions playfully and his breath fans my lips; it smells like cherry. I bite my lower lip imagining the taste of his mouth against mine. I shake my head to free myself of those thoughts.

"You are. Home." I say way more confident than I feel inside.

"You wouldn't want me to drive in this state," He answers and leaning down he starts trailing kisses on my neck. "Would you...?"

"Corbyn please..." I whisper, I honestly don't know what I mean by that myself. I don't know if I'm actually begging him to leave or keep kissing me. His fire explodes inside of me in a nanosecond as I feel all my body tense in anticipation.

Like giving him the cue he was waiting for, he captures his lips in mine. He pushes my mouth to open with such a force that I can't do anything but that. His tongue finds mine rapidly; it tastes better than I thought. It is sweet and his bittersweet kissing overwhelms me. I'm caught off guard and I let myself enjoy the way his lips feel caressing mine, the way his tongue moves gracefully against my own making me melt in desire. I turn my head avoiding his lips knowing what will follow if I don't stop. Instead of kissing me, he begins leaving kisses in my collarbone making me shudder. I bury my teeth in my lip feeling the sensual emotions dominate my heart and body. I have to think of something quickly to make him halt before this gets out of hand completely.

"I-I have a boyfriend," I murmur and his body freezes for a second. He keeps kissing me though without my words having an effect on him. I feel him smiling against my skin letting me know he didn't believe me.

"It's true, we're great together and I don't think he would like this," His intense kisses become more passionate and demanding blazing every one of my cells.

"You don't have a boyfriend."

"I do," I say managing to hide my fear to talk. His hot kisses are gaining control of a bigger part of me as the time passes; he has such power over me.

"Two weeks ago you were kissing me and now you got a boyfriend? You don't," His voice is stable without waves; his tone is severe as he knows exactly what it's happening. I scowl while his lips travel up to my neck. I grasp his t-shit with my small fists trying to fight off all these emotions he creates in me. He is drunk; yet instead of shuttering and forgetting, he knows accurately what he's doing. The thought sends adrenaline and rage all over me

"Corbyn stop!" He leans back; fixes his gaze on mine.

"You can't do that!" I tell furiously causing his eyebrows to furrow.

"You can't come here and pretend you're drunk just to get to me." He stares at my flaring eyes. He seems to be thoughtful; lost in his own deep thoughts in his own world.

Just when I think he will leave, he brushes my lips on mine. His hands quit gripping my wrists and cup my rosy cheeks. I place my hands on his shoulders trying to push him. His strong arms snake around my stomach and push me against his body setting my body on fire. Keeping me impossibly close to his body, he lifts himself up taking me with him; I'm seated in his lap. He continues bringing me closer to him despite my continuous efforts to shove him back. I pull my head back so his kiss can't reach me but his hand circles my neck and pulls me forward. His blazing and needy lips contact with mine again. My hands fill the minimum space between us in order to disconnect our bodies. His hold on me is too firm that I can't.

"Kiss me back," I ignore his plea; the words that make so many things to me. I keep moaning in protest as I fight him; avoiding a small voice, coming probably from my stupid heart, telling me to enjoy this. I feel his tongue trying to pry its way in between my lips but I don't let myself give in. I push strongly at his chest to stop him but he doesn't budge. It's no use, he's stronger than me.

"Stop pushing me away," he whispers as his lips crash into mine again. I shake my head in denial causing him to moan in frustration. I don't listen to him and keep trying to escape until his lips free my own. I try to get off of his lap quickly but he's faster. He cups my face and his eyes freeze me in place; he is gazing steadily at me as if he's searching for something.

"What?"

"Five minutes," He mumbles and my eyebrows connect.

"Kiss me back for five fucking minutes,"

"No," I say and move. Needless to say, he halts my movement again.

"Why not?"

"Because you're just using me. You have been avoiding me and now you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes,"

"I won't," I state assertively to show him I won't give in.

"We can do this all night, me kissing you and you fighting me back when we both know you fucking want this too. If you kiss me back, I will leave you alone." I look at him cautiously debating this. I want this, I want this so much because he's the only thing I've been thinking of the last few days. I know that after tonight, things will get even uncomfortable between us as if they weren't enough already. But since he promised he will stay away from me...

He leans closer; his clear blue eyes never leaving mine. He kisses my jawline and before I know it, my eyes flutter close; he knows too that I'm losing control. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip and I shudder. He glances at me once again and I don't move an inch as leans closer and our lips connect. I know that this is the worst idea and decision I've ever made but I can't fight it anymore. He makes me lose control too easily, his kisses magnify his flaring flame on me and my feelings for him work against me. And just like that, I kiss him back letting myself feel again and shutting down all those doubts that I know are justified.

He deepens the kiss and after a few seconds, the soft kissing has turned into a demanding and depending one. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lays us down without breaking the kiss. We keep kissing for a while, certainly more than five minutes; I'm sure he knows that too but neither of us seems to have the strength to pull away.

When my phone buzzes my whole body aches. Memories of last night come to my mind and as I thought, I've already regretted it. I shouldn't have surrendered so easily.

The next days, Corbyn did what he always does good, ignored me. He didn't even glare at me once just to check that I was indeed in this school; nothing. I knew that after that night in my room things would be...different. He kept his end of the deal as I kept mine. He remembers what we did and so do I even though I wish I didn't. It would be much easier if I didn't.

More days went by and we ignored each other, didn't talk, left when we saw each other appearing and didn't spar a single gaze towards the other's direction. In the beginning, it was hard; it got easier. Although, I was allowing myself to look at him a couple of times throughout the week.

I got him kissing and making out with girls several times and it hurt muchly. It hurt more than it should because every time it was a painful reminder of the feelings I have and he doesn't. Every time it tugged more painfully at my heart knowing that when I couldn't stop thinking about him; he was messing around not affected by what has happened between us one bit.

"Ms. Evans?" I look up and see the woman that the voice that brought me back belongs to.

"Yes?" I whisper. I'm sitting in that chair that I have grown to hate; in front of a desk that a person who sits behind it will judge if I'm fine, if my aunt is a noble guardian and if my psychology is stable enough. Frankly, they really want to know is if they will get into trouble of finding me a new house that will cause them an enormous load of work, and of course to check if I still have my senses. In other words, Social Service.

"Talk to me about your school, your classes, have you made any friends?" Her brown hair is falling on her shoulder in waves; her eyes are hazel matching her professional outfit.

"My school is enormous and most of my teachers are good. I'm doing great, trying my best to get into the med college. And yes, I have made three friends."

"Good," She replies smiley talking her notes. My eyes dart to the clock behind her for the thousandth time today. I want to leave, I want to go home and bury myself under the covers of the bed; forget everything and everyone.

"Boys?" Her voice is cheerful as a small smile decorates her lips.

"Two of my friends are boys,"

"I meant if there's a boy that you're interested in," She clarifies.

'Yes, there's. He's gorgeous and every time I glance towards him, I have to fight all my might to look the other way. His eyes, I get so easily lost in them in a split second and when his lips touch mine...'

"Well?" I stop daydreaming.

"No,"

"No?" She repeats raising her eyebrow in a questioning manner. "None?"

"None,"

"Why?" She questions after a saline second and a scowl forms on my forehead.

"You think I should get a boyfriend?" I'm confused; even startled.

"No, but it's normal at your age and it might help you socialize."

"I socialize," I cry getting annoyed. "My parents have died and instead of falling into depression, I go to school, I go out, I have friends and I have joined the Dance Club," I state quickly in one breath. "I'm trying!"

"I know you're," Her voice is low and smooth in order to comfort me but it gets on my nerves even more.

"With all due respect, I don't think you do. My whole life has turned upside-down and I'm still standing. I have been through hell and here you're telling me I should do more."

"I didn't mean it like that," I don't care; I don't want to hear her voice another second either. I stand up and throwing my school bag on my shoulder, I walk to the door.

"Oh and one more thing," I exclaim before getting out. "I don't have a boyfriend and from someone like you, I would expect you to understand me. After everything I've been through, do you think I'm ready to involve myself in a relationship?" Without waiting for her answer, I vanish.

I run through the hallways finally free. I get out and the Californian afternoon air fills my lugs. I put my headphones in my ears and after putting the music in the highest volume, I begin to take my long walk home. When I arrive the sky is dark and I'm a little calmer. It took me forever to calm myself down, even a bit. My aunt is cooking in the kitchen and I see my uncle working on his laptop on his desk. I go to my room still listening to music. I shut my door and lean back to it throwing my bag on the floor.

I hear a voice sing and I recall his gleaming ocean eyes. I feel tears in my eyes and I open them to free them but when I do, I gasp. I look directly at those ocean eyes that have been haunting me in the last weeks. The ones I was trying not to look and the ones I was thinking about trying to fall asleep. I blink to make sure that I'm not dreaming even though I'm frightened; I don't want this to be a dream.

He stands so close to me that we almost touch; I feel my body craving for his touch, yearning for every part of him that isn't connecting with my own. He brings his hand in my face and gently wipes away the tears before taking off my right headphone.

"Can we talk?" He whispers and I stand there gaping at him. He's in my room and he's not shouting at me. I nod not having the strength to form the words. He sits on the edge of my bed and I sit as far as possible; I wait for him to speak while gazing at my sweaty fingers. He doesn't say a word until I gaze up at him.

He's staring at me and without catching a glimpse of his movement, he grabs my wrist pulling me to him. I end up sitting in his lap, my legs resting on one of his own. Our faces are too close and redness covers my cheeks; I know I must be blushing so hard right now.

I look at his eyes that don't leave mine and every second that is spent in silence makes my heart beat crazily quickly; I wonder if he can hear it too. We keep staring at each other and then he crushes his lips in mine. Shock possesses me; I didn't expect this but I find myself kissing him back. All my body responds to his touch; I feel the familiar yet welcoming heat spark inside of me.

He lightly presses my lips to open but he doesn't even have to try, I split them right away. His arousing tongue moves along with mine gently and suddenly everything feels better, easier. He snakes his strong arms around my waist and I wrap mine around his neck; we both try to pull each other closer. His warmth brings tranquility to my system and his presence makes me forget anything that happened earlier. I have missed him so much...His touch, his scent, everything.

When he pulls away, he leans up so I'm resting my forehead in his since I'm a little higher in this position. I keep my eyes locked until I feel his hand caressing my cheek; my eyes meet with his. I don't think I've ever peered so close to his eyes and I love it when I know that are staring back at mine.

"I want you," He says piercing his eyes into mine and my lips part in shock.

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I hope you liked the chapter and I can promise that a big happy surprise is coming up! I wanted to say a big thank you to Tasneem_Sabbagh for her wonderful comments and her enthusiasm for my story, and Jaya Mishra30 for reading and waiting patiently for my updates. Thank you so much and I can only hope that all of you will stay with me in this story.