It was supposed to be a normal night for the two of them. Just a normal Friday night where they'd complain about life (mostly Jacob) or babble about whatever existential question was on their mind (always Hayley). But nope, it somehow took a different turn, and he suspects that he may be blamed for that.
"Do you ever wonder what a kiss would be like?" He'd cut her off mid-rant, and though she gives him what is probably the nastiest glare he's ever seen, he doesn't feel bad for pushing the topic.
"Never have. Why the sudden question?" In all honesty, there wasn't any use to asking her this. Hayley never thought of normal things like dating and kissing, and she often rolled her eyes whenever the topic came up.
"We're fifteen now, and neither of us have been kissed before," he states, a matter-of-fact tone in his voice. "And almost everyone else isn't a virgin anymore. I mean, don't you think it's weird?" Hayley stares at him for all of five seconds before she reaches over to pinch his cheeks.
"Who are you and what the hell have you done with Jacob Dyer?" Her tone loses all previous amusement, and her impassive stare has him shifting his eyes to look at anything but her. Was it because of the tone, the all too intimidating tone her voice often took on when she didn't like something? Or maybe it was the way her eyes bore into his, and Jacob finds himself drawn into the storm in her gray eyes.
Before he could speak or move away, Hayley cups his cheeks and plants her lips over his own. He stiffens at first, but relaxes as the kiss goes on. They stay like that for quite some time, but only when their lungs began protesting for air do they part. Despite the fact that he brought it up, Jacob's cheeks were an impressive shade of red; almost as red as Hayley's favorite hoodie. The blonde girl, on the other hand, simply panted for breath, her gray eyes focused on her best friend.
"There," she says as she runs a hand through her hair. "Now you know what a kiss is like. Next time, don't ask stupid questions."
He stares at her, his jaw hanging open by barely a fraction while she straightens her shirt and gets off his bed. This wasn't what he wanted, but this wasn't something he foresaw when he decided to bring up the question. But if he didn't want her to leave, then what did he want? Before Jacob could stop himself, he follows after her, grabbing her forearm just before she places her hand on the doorknob.
"Lee, stay." She pauses long enough to fool him into thinking that she'd actually listen to him for once, but the moment he loosens his grip on her, Hayley reaches for the doorknob and locks it. Then she turns to look at him, arms folding themselves over her chest as the two of them stare at each other. More than anything, this was a subtle show of power; a way for the two of them to clarify whom, between the two of them, was leader and who was follower. It didn't take long before he breaks their stare-off, and he sits down on his bed with a resigned sigh.
"What's gotten into you?"
"I… I don't know." He smells her before he feels her fingers tip his chin up, and he sighs once more, pulling her onto his lap before he wraps his arms around her waist. Her fingers find their way into his hair, and they spend a good while in silence; Jacob listening to the constant beat of Hayley's heart as she continues to run her fingers through his ebony locks.
"Lee?" His voice comes out as a whisper, and she replies with a soft hum. "Can I—Can we try that again? The kiss?"
The fingers in his hair stop and she shifts in his arms. "Why?"
"I felt something. Did you?" Instead of waiting for a verbal response, he opts to lean up and press a quick kiss to her lips. The blonde stiffens a bit, and she looks down at him. This time, he doesn't break eye contact. With a quiet sigh, she leans down to lock their lips together. The kiss grows heated fairly quickly, and soon, both their shirts had been stripped off.
"Should we?" She murmurs against his lips, her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. He squeezes her hips in response, and she knows.
He wanted this. She did too.
He wants her. But did she want him?
There wasn't any time left for them to ponder on any questions for that night. Instead, the two of them fell back onto his bed, lips locked. The rest of their clothes soon get strewn across his room, and the smell of sweat and sex fill the air, mixed with moans, grunts, and the occasional squeak (whether or not that was Hayley or the bed, neither of them cared). By the time the sunlight began to stream in through the tiny gap between his curtains, both of them were curled up against each other, Jacob's arms forming a protective cage around his blonde friend. But at this point, were they still friends? Maybe.
Were they more than that? He hopes so.
For the first time, he wakes up first, and the sight of Hayley's sleeping face had his cheeks tinted pink. The fact that she was naked proved it all: they had sex. They had sex, and he didn't feel weirded out by it. Instead, he feels glad that they did, almost elated even. He lost his virginity to her, she to him.
When she shifts around, he stops staring at her. As much as he didn't want to leave the bed, he still had some errands to do for the day, and those involved him having to go take a shower and wear clean clothes. Ah, the downsides of having major responsibilities as the heir to his parents' business empire.
On the upside, at least he gets to keep the clothes that Lee wore last night. Even if they sort of did smell like sex, but that wasn't his fault.
By the time he stepped out of the shower, she was already awake, her back turned as she raided his closet for that one sweatshirt of his that she loved to borrow (read: steal) so much. At this point, he just considered giving it to her; after all, she wore it more than he ever did. At first, he kept his steps light as he approached her, but she speaks before he got within arm's reach.
"This doesn't affect us. We're still friends, got that?" His mouth runs dry when she turns around to face him, and he gapes. Bruises littered her chest, and though he knows his back wasn't faring any better, he still couldn't help but feel the swell of pride growing in his chest.
He did that to her. He left his mark on her, and she left her mark on him. Physical marks, not just marks representing friendship. These were marks of ownership. Marks, that if someone else saw, would believe them to be lovers. Possessive lovers, especially him. Not like he could deny it. How many times had he murmured the word "Mine" against Hayley's skin last night? He didn't keep count, and neither did she, but he knew what the feeling of pride meant: he loved that he wrecked Hayley last night, loved that they gave something important to each other.
But most of all, he loved that she didn't seem affected by what happened last night.
"Of course we are, Lee." The words tumble out of his mouth, and she cocks an eyebrow.
"Actions speak louder than words, Jay. Want me to believe that, then don't try anything with me when we're outside."
"I won't. You know I'm a man of my word, Hayley." The blank look on her face softens, and she lets out a soft chuckle.
"Yeah, yeah." She rolls her eyes as he stands next to her, naked save for the towel around his waist. "I'm using your shower, by the way. Wouldn't want me to smell like sex when I leave, right?" He snorts at this, taking her (his) sweatshirt off the hanger and tossing it to the still naked blonde next to him.
"Take your time. I think Mom's going to leave food for you anyway."
"God, I love your Mom. And the food here."
"How are you a girl again?"
She flips him off before entering the en suite bathroom, sweatshirt, underwear, and a spare pair of leggings (hers, just to be precise) in tow. As soon as he's sure that she probably (hopefully) won't be able to hear him, he sighs.
"Fuck. I just had to find out that I have a crush on her. God fucking damn it." Oh well. It's not like he'd ever tell her. And it's not like her EQ was high enough to figure that out. For once, he was thankful that his best friend was emotionally dense.