Chapter 4 4

"Who does Becky Mc-bloody-ass-Laughlin think she is, rubbing up on your man like that! I swear she's been trying to get into Zayn's pants all semester!" Jessica said a bit too loudly, before finishing her fifth Cosmic Slushie.

"Jess! Not so damn loud!" I giggled while pressing a finger against her painted red lips.

"Please! Nobody can hear me over this damn music!" she frowned, before erupting in another laugh.

Jessica's dark brown eyes had a sparkle to them, the alcohol was clearly getting to her. I myself had had a few drinks while we sat next each other on one of the couches in the VIP section. We had arrived almost an hour ago and decided to relax before going down onto the dancefloor.

In the meantime, we decided to knock back a few cocktails while looking around.

There was Becky, sitting next to Zayn pressed up against his side, as they sat across from us, only a few feet away. She was an attractive girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. Since coming back from Easter break, Becky had seemed adamant about trying to make Zayn hers.

As far as I knew, they had not officially gone out on any dates, although they did flirt a lot on occasion. Or rather Becky did more of the flirting while Zayn seemed to just tolerate her presence.

Seeing her move to rest her thigh over his made me grit my teeth. But I was glad when I saw him politely push her leg off of him. I wanted nothing more than push her away from Zayn and sit on his lap and kiss him, marking my territory. Unfortunately, that was not an option.

Turning my gaze away, I looked to see what Kamdyn was up to.

My brother was just off to the right, sitting on another couch with a girl on each arm. They were laughing at something he was saying and rubbing their hands on his shoulders and playing in his hair every chance they got.

Mindy currently had her back against the wall, making out hungrily with her crush Tyler, a guy from our school. I envied her, wishing that it were me and Zayn. However, before I could get too deep into my fantasy, Jessica's breath on my neck made me jump.

Leaning closer to me, she whispered, "You know, I can't wait until you lose your virginity to Zayn, I can just imagine how he's going to have you climbing up the walls. I heard that he does this thing with his tongue on your neck..."

"Stop!" my face immediately flamed up at her words.

I really did not want to think about how many girls Zayn had been with. The rumours around school had been enough to paint me a very vivid picture. A part of me had hoped that they were just that, rumours, but I knew that with everything, there must have been a bit of truth to it.

Similarly, like the stories gossiped about my brother, I never asked about it, I did not want any details.

Where Zayn was concerned, he was free to have sex with whomever he wanted to. Even though deep down, I wished that it would be with me.

Truth be told, I was saving myself for him and at times I allowed myself to indulge in the fantasy and pretend that the rumours were not true and like me, he was a virgin as well.

But, as I continued to look at how gorgeous he was, it was delusional to think that he was not sexually active. I let out a sigh as I refocused my attention on Jessica, whose face softened when she noticed the look on mine.

"Look, at least you know that whenever you do decide to lose your virginity, it'll be better than my first time. Remember how I had to coach my last boyfriend, David?" Jessica asked before continuing, her voice changing for effect, "Not there David, do it here, no dammit not like that, do the figure 8, I said 8 not a circle!"

She clearly knew how to cheer me up, and I could not help but burst out laughing as I listened to her rant.

"To think, I just chalked it up to first time awkwardness, but after the next couple of times, I realised that his energiser bunny strokes were just how he did things. And don't even get me started on his excessive moaning and growling, swear I was with an animal or something," Jessica had a sour look on her face before adding, "I am too young to be having such bad sex, I need a new boyfriend to wash away those awful memories!"

Holding onto my stomach, I hunched over. The sounds that escaped me as I laughed forced Jessica to join me and we both cackled until tears ran down out cheeks.

"I say we go over there and push her over the balcony, it's my dad's club after all," Jessica giggled, the mixture of Red Bull and Vodka in her drink made her more energetic than she usually was.

As Jessica rambled on about her plan, I could not help but look back at Mindy and Tyler once more, who were both clearly lost in their kiss. My staring was cut short as Jessica's voice brought me out of my trance.

"Are you listening to me Kae?" she asked, while poking one of my cheeks.

"Uh huh..." I nodded with a smile, "But erm, I don't think your father would approve of you going to jail on your 18th birthday. Plus, Z seems to be having a good time."

"Please! Zayn has been watching you every chance he gets. Poor guy, that dress was such a good choice! Man, I wish I had your boobs, but I mean your mama is fit! So, it's no surprise her daughter is shaped the same damn way, whew!" Jessica said as her eyes took in my appearance.

"Really, is it everyone in my family you have your eyes on?" I sighed and took another sip from my Pearl Diver cocktail.

There was a big smile on my face as I briefly closed my eyes, enjoying the sweet taste of my drink. The fruits masked the three kinds of rum that were mixed in.

Shrugging Jessica confessed with a grin, "Hey, not my fault you come from a family of lookers. Anyway, I'll just have to content myself with stealing your pants and skirts."

"Hey, little titties need love too!" I laughed with her.

"Damn right!" Jessica grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs before I could comprehend what she was doing.

"Where are we going?" I asked, almost tripping in my heels.

Giving me a sly smirk, she replied, "To go and wine up on some boys, what else? Especially given how protective Zayn is of you, coupled with the way he has been watching you all night, bet your ass he'll be on your ass within 5 minutes of rubbing your ass on a stranger!"

I shook my head at the number of times she used the word ass.

From the way Jessica grabbed the first available guy and began grinding herself on him, I could tell that she was well on her way to having a good night.

Unfortunately, I felt like I was still a few drinks away from being tipsy, but as we hit the dancefloor, I allowed the beat of the music to take over.

A few minutes passed and my hips were moving on their own accord. The guy who I was dancing with was tall and did his best to keep in sync with my movements. As the song changed to one of my favourites, I felt large masculine hands move from my hips, to be replaced by even larger yet familiar ones.

Before he could even whisper into my ear, I knew it was Zayn. The scent of his familiar cologne washed over me as he pulled me roughly into his muscular chest while he stood behind me and began to dance.

I glanced over at Jessica and she gave me a knowing look.

"Having fun?" Zayn asked softly, his minty breath tickling the skin of my neck.

Doing my best to suppress the moan that threatened to escape, I waited a few seconds before answering, "Well I was, but as usual, you always chase any potential guys away."

"You know I'm just trying to protect you Chipz. Your brother and I just want what's best for you," he said, keeping in rhythm.

We danced for a few minutes, then I felt Zayn's hands tighten on my waist as he dragged us towards one of the walls. Biting my lips, I closed my eyes and pushed back into him even more now that we had the wall for extra support.

Zayn and I often danced together, I mean, who do you think taught him to dance like an islander?

Biting my bottom lip, my eyes remained closed as I allowed myself to fantasise that our current dance was something more than just two people enjoying the music. It was in that moment I realised that I was so caught up in my feelings that I almost forgot to reply to Zayn.

"And what is best for me Z? I have needs too you know! I should get to choose who I date! What, you think I don't want to have a boyfriend?" I asked, after finding my voice, though it came out shakier than expected.

"You don't need a boyfriend, you have me," he said simply.

His words confused me and my eyes popped open, "I don't understand what you mean. Yes, sometimes you pretend to be my boyfriend to chase unwanted guys away, but I want an actual boyfriend. I mean how lame is it that I'm almost 18 and I've never had a real boyfriend before."

"Then perhaps maybe we shouldn't pretend anymore," Zayn countered as he suddenly kissed the area just below my ear.

My body momentarily stopped moving. Did I hear him right?

The DJ began to play another song and Zayn pulled me out of my thoughts with his body. Using his hands, he pushed and pulled at my hips, slamming my backside against the front of his jeans, forcing me to start moving again.

Deciding to just enjoy the moment, as the tempo of the music increased, so did movements.

I had a big smile on my face while my hands tunnelled into my hair and I moaned softly as I felt Zayn harden against me. I figured that it was just the normal reaction to being rubbed up against. Nevertheless, I pretended that he was being turned on and this in turn aroused me even further.

"Bloody hell Kaelyn," he groaned softly into my ear before burying his face into my neck.

His hands slowly moved from my waist to rub up my torso, taking in the shape of my body before slithering back to rest on my hips. The way his fingers gripped at me left me breathless, as his simple touch caused my body to heat up even more.

The tone in his voice caused my eyes to widen. I had never heard him say my name like that, the sound of it made me shudder.

Silently, I seriously began to wonder if I was imagining things.

First, Zayn insinuated that we should be more than friends and now his voice sounded as though it was laced with arousal. Not to mention the way he was holding me to him, something felt different about it.

Perhaps I was tipsier than I thought.

Zayn pulled me back even more into him and by now I could feel that he was completely erect. Before I could continue to enjoy myself, he suddenly spun me around then turned our bodies so that I was now pressed up against the wall. His blue eyes were almost black, as his pupils dilated while looking down at me.

My breath caught in my throat. The skin of my cheeks was flushed from dancing as well as all the other emotions that were currently coursing through my body.

Noting the look on his face, I asked, "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"

"Because..." he growled out.

His hands that were still on my hips as he moved forward, closing any space that was left between us. I could feel his arousal against the front of my dress, grinding into my pelvic region.

Needing to steady myself, my hands held on to his shoulders. We were standing so close together that our lips were almost touching. As the music continued to play, my body subconsciously began to slowly move against him.

Letting out a deep breath, Zayn then switched our positions again so that he was leaning against the wall once more.

We resumed dancing, only this time our movements were much slower. If he moved his hips to the left, I moved mine to the right. The way our bodies gyrated fluidly together excited me even further. From the way Zayn was looking, it seemed to me that he was feeling the effects of our movements as well.

His eyes were closed as he leaned his head back against the wall.

I allowed myself to gaze upon his face, observing the way he bit his bottom lip, to the way his eyebrows furrowed. When he reopened his eyes, I audibly gasped at the desire that I saw looking back at me and his hands moved around my hips to rest on top of the curve of my ass.

With everything that was going on, I would have chalked it up to Zayn being drunk, but he rarely ever drank alcohol. As much as I thought that I may have been hearing and seeing things, I could not deny the look in his eyes and the way his hands touched me.

Our breaths mingled as we stared at each other. It would only take one small move for our lips to touch and I wanted so much to just lean forward and close the distance. I wished that he would kiss me.

I wanted to feel his mouth on mine and not in the usual playful pecks. The kiss would be passionate as our lips would devour each other. I craved the feeling of his tongue against my own while he buried his fingers in my hair, taking control.

The vision of us that I had in my head caused me to quiver and I knew that if I did not get away now, I would probably end up doing something stupid that would leave us both feeling awkward and embarrassed.

Just one kiss, that is all that it would take to change the dynamics of our relationship.

"I need to use the bathroom," the lie easily spilled past my lips as I abruptly pulled away from him and all but ran towards the restrooms.

Getting into one of the empty cubicles, I sat on the closed lid and pulled out my phone and immediately texted my brother.

Kaelyn:

"If you're looking for me, I'm currently hiding in the female bathroom 😓"

Kamdyn:

"LOL!🤣😂

What the heck sis, everything okay?"

Kaelyn:

"No, I nearly kissed Zayn, but I stopped myself and now I'm hiding like the coward we both know that I am 🙈"

Kamdyn:

"😒😒😒 of course...

You know, for the girl who used to hit him over the head with her toys, and who to this day still bosses him around, it's cute when you get like this over him 😏😋"

Kaelyn:

"Just shut up and get Jessica and Mindy to come save me!"

Kamdyn:

"See what I mean? Always so bossy, see you in a few minutes."

Letting out a sigh I put my phone back into my wristlet. While I waited on my brother, I thought back to what just happened a few moments ago.

Was Zayn playing a joke on me on the dancefloor? Was he serious about taking our friendship to another level? And what was with the way he was touching me? My head began to slightly spin as my thoughts began to overwhelm me.

Perhaps I really was tipsier than I thought. Drunk on love indeed.