I pivoted on my heels, deciding to take the other way out because the way Blake went is crowded with students and I don't want to be caught in the mass of students. . . nor do I want to see Peter.
That kiss was like hell, literal hell. I mean if I had to admit to myself Peter wasn't a bad kisser, he's handsome, obviously charming and witty but despite all his good qualities I still have a boyfriend that I cheated on.
Not intentionally but cheating is cheating.
I have to tell Reese.
I stumbled down the hallway, snapping my head from side to side hoping that I didn't run into Peter. But not all dreams come true, unfortunately.
Peter suddenly appeared before me as if he were tracking me by my scent. He was dressed flashy as usual. He wore a chocolate brown silk dress shirt, rolled up his sleeve so that his tattoos were exposed, clad with a pair of black ripped jeans and black boots.
I also only now noticed the stud in his ear and the multiple rings that decorated his slender fingers.
The man sure does know how to dress.
"Lei!" He exclaimed sheepishly as he approached me, that same captivating smile etched on his lips. I quickly spun on my heels, preparing to hightail the hell out of here but he was faster than I was.
His hand suddenly wrapped around my arm gently and he spun me onto my heels so that I was facing him. He frowned deeply and released his grip onto my arm, "are you angry with me?"
"Yes and no." I grumbled.
He chuckled deeply and scratched the nape of his neck nervously. "I'm sorry that I kissed you last night. I mean it was triple dog dare, I had to do it. And to be honest I really wanted too. . . since the day I met you in the elevator."
Is this supposed to help the situation or make it worse?
"It's fine, you weren't a total bad kisser anyways." I suddenly blurted out and I only soon realized the words that tumbled out of my mouth as the astonished and smug expression on his face.
Why did I say that!?
"I–I mean. . .ugh I have a boyfriend! Haha look at that." I babbled uncontrollably as I once again pivoted on my heels to leave but he sprung up before me, startling me slightly. He smirked and leaned in towards me so close that I was forced to take a step back.
But he didn't stop there. The more I shuffled backwards the closer he got up until there was no where else to run and my back greeted the wall.
He placed both hands above my head and leaned in so close that if he moved another inch our noses would touch. "You liked it when I kissed you?" He inquired once again and I shook my head vigorously as I placed both my hands onto his chest.
"No."
He rolled his eyes and smirked seductively, "are you sure?"
"Pretty damn sure buddy!"
Take a freaking hint!
"Really? You didn't like it when I did this?" Before I could respond or assess what was happening he closed the space between us and suddenly placed a chaste kiss onto my lips. I was startled at first and quickly shoved him backwards.
That same hallow feeling from last night loomed over me once again and I quickly sobered up. I can't keep entertaining this ludicrously.
"Peter, I have a boyfriend and I love him an--"
"I get it, when you're free and you're looking for a relationship, well you have my number. Looking forward to seeing you tonight." He mumbled before he pressed his lips against my cheek and pulled away, not giving me a second glance as he walked away.
What the hell just happened?
•••
I rapped on Sam's door, waiting patiently for her to open up and within a second the door was flung open and I was tugged into the room quickly.
As she shut the door behind us I took this moment to asses her outfit. She was clad in a white body con dress that hugged her figure like a glove slipped over the perfect sized hands. Along with that was what I'm assuming are four inch black stilettos.
Yeah I could never.
I flickered my eyes away form her and let them settle on the dark skinned girl checking out herself in the mirror. She wore a pair of short denim jeans with an off shoulder white top, black boots and her hair was thrown in an afro.
Damn Midge.
As for me, I wore a pair of high waisted black denim jeans with a pink silk satin tank top along with a white kimono and a pair of pink glittered stilettos. "Oh my god you look hot." Sam gushed at she twirled me around, giggling like a maniac.
"No joke babe, we should start our own fashion line." Midge exclaimed as she approached us.
I rolled my eyes and gestured towards the hallway. "We gotta go, the party starts in well. . . it's already began."
They both nodded their heads in understanding and scrambled around the room searching for their phones and bags.
With a sigh I pivoted on my heels and tumbled out of the room and into the hall. I leaned against the door and tilted my head towards the sound of another door shutting.
My breath suddenly hitched in my throat as Blake came tumbling out of our room down the hallway. He was dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans, a white silk dress shirt buttoned all the way up his neck as I expected and a pair of white sneakers.
Mr Kingston sure does know how to dress to impress.
"Leila?" I gulped as I flickered my eyes away from his body. I peered upwards to see him approaching me and found myself lost for words as he tousled his brown hair over his mesmerizing hooded eyes.
He flashed me a smile and I found myself careering into the door, wondering how one man can look so beautiful. "Where are you off too?" He inquired as his eyes roamed my outfit for a split second then back to my face.
"T--to this party with my friends, you?" I asked nervously.
Why am I so nervous all of a sudden!? He's the same Blake Kingston who keeps calling you a brat you brat!
"Going out to a bar with the guys, nothing much."
"Oh Blake has friends? I thought you were old and lonely." I chuckled mockingly and he rolled his eyes before they flickered to his gold wrist watch. "I gotta go, have fun with your friends and just a reminder to be back by midnight, don't wanna wake up late now do we miss Hart?"
I frowned deeply and scoffed as he began to strut away but he suddenly halted in his footsteps, tilted his head sideways and with a stoic expression he said, "you look nice, miss Hart. Have a nice night."
I pushed myself off of the wall and could feel the heat creeping onto my cheeks as I watched his retreating back.
If it weren't for the gasps and squeals behind me I'd be frozen in my spot, dumbfounded as to what just happened.
"Did I just hear you call him Blake!?"
"And did he compliment you!?"
Someone kill me.