It was wild coming to behold a number of kids rushed with such life just at the sight of the guy that had been hired as the DJ spinning that record which blared through the mounted speakers.
The school grounds were left rumbling on this very night, with the people filing into the area, each one searching for something different from the other person.
Some fun, others closure, while it was easy making out the forms who only stopped by to partake in the event for records sake, not because they yearned to be here, but majorly due to peer influence.
All lost in what they perceived to be highest point of life, but it only was a black hole, void of what life really entailed. But surely was one made to feel that way, once you crossed that age.
You were left thinking a number of things, left getting hyper for even the littlest things. That was one of the key points of being of being a teenager.
They all cheered on like it was the end of the year, and perhaps, something was waiting to unfold.
Why again had I been chosen as the Chaperone? I barely could get myself together, talk more of a bunch of kids with boiling blood and kicking hormones.
It would be a miracle not to pass out on these grounds, I tell you. I needed my own peace. Sought it, to be honest.
"Peggy" My voice soon broke out, hands gesturing at the girl reaching to pull out the only piece of clothing giving proper cover-up to her chest.
"Let's not forget to go by the rules here!" I called out to her with a smile, but the girl sure was kind enough to respond with a snicker, soon walking out of the area.
Centered at the dance floor was the form of a kid, legs hanging in the air, while his head acted as a support for his entire body on the floor.
Who thought it wise allowing the students host this party? They might as well have put one of them as the chaperone, because trust me, it's not so easy watching the number of raving kids who could barely figure out what the event was for.
All they knew was to get their voices filling the air, cheering for what wonder to behold.
"What are you doing here?"
I spun around to the voice at once, eyes coming to behold Maddison stood there with so much as a frown tugging at her brows.
"Hello, Maddison"
"You're the chaperone? Kill me already!" She called at once, choosing to brush off my greetings. "They assured us there would be no chaperone" She added.
"And did they think it through letting it be you. I mean, the kids could drag a drum of alcohol right past you, and you barely would notice"
"I hope no one plans on doing that" I followed in a low voice, eyes skimming around.
The eyes of the girl soon took thorough examination of my form, the silence which had fallen between us, thickening the tensity that surrounded the area.
She was wearing a white dress which barely went past her thighs, an accessory acting as angels wings' strapped to her back, not to forget how her entire face was covered in white makeup.
Was I missing something.
She drew even nearer to my form in those high heels, which I believe would have anyone tripping with just a little shift of the toes, yet she remained stood proper on it, and without uttering a word, she walked past me.
Did the idea of me being the Chaperone scare the kids so much that they decided not to converse with me.
Of course, no kid liked being watched over, especially if it meant stopping them from engaging in anything their guardian wouldn't approve of.
I should know that.
"Cara"
I didn't need to turn around to tell who it was, just who bore that calming voice.
I could feel his figure inching nearer from behind, causing the heat rushing to my chest at the sound of those breaths fanning against my neck.
"Yes"
I had spun around at once, altering him
from pulling even nearer to my form.
We barely had run into each other since his altercation with Chris in the hallway the other day, and for some reason, I decided to keep it that way.
Avoid him.
"Can I talk to you?" His eyes remained soft on my form, voice emitted low.
"I'm busy" I followed immediately, shifting my eyes off his.
"If you're worried about the students—
"I'd rather not talk to you, Logan" I dropped those words, and in a moment, I was making my way past him, proceeding out of the area.
"Cara" His voice trailed after me, figure following behind.
What really could I do to make him get the message I was trying to pass. Why couldn't he just get it through?
"Cara"
He had come blocking my figure in a second, form to mine, eyes holding on.
"I need to leave, Logan"
"Just hear me out" He called.
"Hear you out?!"
A scoff left my lips, arms crossed over my chest, while I decided to pay attention to the figure stood away.
"I should listen to the reason why you almost engaged in a fight with Chris, all for some thing I still can't understand"
"Then at least let me explain"
"There's nothing to explain, Logan!" I called at once, voice firm.
"This thing between us—His eyes took a pause on me, watching as my fingers shifted from my chest to his—It's getting dangerous"
"You've gotten so immersed in it, you believe I'm something you own"
"You wouldn't come to think on your own"
"Cara" That voice was low.
"Don't you see it Logan! You can't handle seeing people around me!" I cried "Fuck! You can't go a day without coming to me"
"This thing you believe is going on between you and I, I hate to break it to you, but it's all nothing"
"Merely a ball fun" I scoffed.
"You really don't think there's something laid ahead, waiting for you and I, do you? We've deceived each other long enough, it's high time we get snapped back to reality"
I could see that twinge cross his eyes—That twinge of hurt that rushed to his gaze at the break of my words, but that didn't stop the young man from beckoning onto me with that longing gaze.
His hands pushed into mine slowly, that hold of his gentle, with those eyes soft in mine, but I had snatched it off at once, pulling back.
"Don't come near me" I followed, soon pushing past his form, but the hold of my wrist halted me from moving any further.
"I've never tried to claim you as some object, Cara" His eyes shifted through mine, figure inching closer.
"But I do want you to be mine" His fingers soon intertwined in mine, our bodies mirroring each other's.
"And yes, I can't bear seeing other people around you, I won't deny that, but that's because you've gotten me so bad"
"What are you talking about, Logan?" The exhaustion was found in my voice, eyes matching his"
"You've gotten a hold of me, Cara. You're all I want"
His fingers went tracing the sides of my face, taking a stop atop my head, while he ran his hands through my hair.
"I want you"
He had pulled my form closer to his, and without warning, his lips took a rest on my neck.
"Logan"
My own voice wavered, breaths getting heavier, and believe me, it only meant I was slowly giving in.
I didn't want to give in. Chose not to give in to those soft kisses that trailed from my neck all the way to my face, and at the lock of his lips in mine, I lost every control I had managed to summon.
With hands, wrapped around his form, I relaxed underneath his hold, while he lifted me in his arms, taking me into that empty classroom.
He had tugged off the blouse worn on my body, fingers undoing the straps of my brassiere.
I watched his eyes rush with delight at the view before him, and slowly, his fingers went pulling my skirt.
Those lips never took a rest covering every bit of my skin, while his hands went pulling my hips closer to his crotch, the gasp left my mouth at the slow entrance of his fingers into my area.
With my figure propped on one of the desks in room, he remained crouched low right in front of me, lips trailing up my thighs.
My legs shuddered at his teases, hands digging into his back, while his lips found rest in the opening between my thighs.
Those thrusts he gave with his tongue were slow, careful, and at each passing second, they turned fast, with his hands giving assist to my curves, not sparing an ounce of subtlety to his grip, while his lips went exploring down there.
He had taken his zipper down in a second, crotch inching closer, and the next thing I could feel was the space in my opening being filled up with that intruding member.
His lips connected with mine, hands holding onto my form, as he pushed in deeper, while the sound of his breaths, slow, calming, rendered comfort to my ears.
His arms were locked around me, eyes never letting go of mine, while those thrusts became faster, the sound of my moans, filled with desire and longing, accompanied with the sweet sound of satisfaction, went blasting into the space.
"What you need to do is stay off him, bury all of this"
I heard the voice of Zoe ring in my head, while I felt that pleasing cervical stimulation he gave.
But how now could I bury something that chose to remain with me.
"Put an end to it" There came her voice again, wanting to crumple the moment I was left lost in, yet, I was found giving into this person who had managed to leave me torn in longing and desire.
There was no denying how he had gotten me so bad.
But fuck that compulsion which brought us into things we were bound to be left wallowing in. Those forces that pulled one even when knowing the dangers that laid ahead.
It was that same compulsion that made my body juddering at such sweet sensation sent my way, by the young man before me.
I let him in, not sparing a moment to fight those voices in my head. And while minutes passed, all I wanted was to remain in his hold.
Meanwhile, just outside the window, lurked a figure, peeping into the scene, beholding all that was happening, unknown to the forms inside.