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Chapter 19: Unexpected

*ELI'S POV*

We arrive at the party already in full swing. It was only about 11:30pm but there was already a crowd out front. The inside was the same, filled with familiar faces from school and some new ones too. We make our way through what I think is the living room and, spotting Jack at the bar, motion the others along.

"Eliiiii~! My girl!" Jack says handing me a shot, which I easily take, earning cheers from random people. "And your hignessess," he bows, "what drinks shall thou have tonight?"

"We'll get it ourselves, thanks," Sam says, clearly faking a smile.

Jack gives me a look. "Well, while they choose their hydration, let me introduce you to the people I was talking about earlier." I see Sam debating to say something but too late, Jack was already dragging me across the room and outside to the backyard where a huge pool sat in the middle. He leads me to a group of people standing by the side.

"Jess! This Eli. Eli, this is Jess, my sister. Go mingle." And with that he leaves me alone with Jess and her friends.

"Cool hair! I've been thinking of getting the same haircut. Do you think it'll suit me?" Jess says gathering her long hair and twisting it to make it look short.

"Only one way to find out. Though you probably should stop thinking about it for now lest you suddenly get the urge to look for a pair of scissors." I say clearly seeing that she was drunk already.

"Smart. You're smart," she says tapping my nose.

"Oh my god, Jess. Lay off the kid." One of her friends says. Red hair, cute smile.

"Actually, I'm the same age as you are." I say earning some interested stares.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you guys? My little bro said they got a new student who's totally badass and old." Jess makes a face at the word 'old'.

"Hey, I'm not old. They're just young."

"You can say that again. I've never been surrounded by these many minors in years. I feel like I have to ask their age first before I talk to them." Another friend, a guy who looked older than the rest of them, says.

"Imagine being surrounded by them five times a week," I say laughing, glad to be around people my age who understand the struggle of the awkward years (the time when you're young enough to have minor friends but old enough to have adult friends). I didn't have to hold myself back with them. And by the looks a certain redhead was giving me, I certainly wasn't going to.

We continued chatting about random things. Complaining about school, comparing tattoos, pineapples on pizza or not. Definitely on. Those of you who oppose this have inferior taste buds. I didn't even notice we were already on our fourth round of drinks until one of the guys started throwing up. Two others helped him go to the bathroom and the rest of us started dispersing into smaller groups.

Alex (I found out as the redhead's name), was sitting beside me on one of the bean bags scattered around the yard. She was tracing my arm with a finger as we talked and I could feel the heat rising inside me. The buzz of the alcohol and the fact that I haven't slept with anyone since moving here -- being too busy getting my bearings -- made me forget for a moment where we were. We were talking with our faces barely inches apart, clearly both wanting to close the distance. Not being able to stand the tension anymore, I suggest, "Do you want to get a smoke?"

She understood what I was saying and we both got up. We made our way through the hedges that led to the side of the house where no one else was. Finally alone, I push her against the wall and smash my lips on hers. Alex kisses me with the same urgency, wrapping one hand around my waist and the other on my neck pulling me closer. I trace my tongue on her lower lip asking for entrance and she quickly obliges. Our tongues fight for dominance and I hear her moan as I press my body closer to hers. She flips us and now it was my turn to be pinned. She starts kissing along my neck, sucking at the base. Then she slowly moves upwards and nibbles my earlobe. I moan as she sucks on the sensitive spot behind my ear. I couldn't take it anymore. I run my hand from her waist to her thigh then to her ass and give it a squeeze. I smirk as I hear her moan again. She takes my hand and leads it back to her thigh, moving inner, slowly rising under the hem of her dress. At the same time, her other hand had unbuttoned my pants and was slowly making its way down. With my free hand, I pull her leg up around my waist and support her weight as we both moved our fingers in circles. Alex inhales a sharp breath as I pull her panty aside and insert a finger into her folds. Her hand that guided mine was now wrapped around my neck holding for support as I thrust to the rhythm of her breathing. I feel the knot in my core getting tighter and Alex closing in on me too. I place my forehead on her shoulder and she does the same, both of us trying to silence our moans as we reach our peak.

We breathed heavily for a while then started laughing. I brush a few stray strands from her face and tuck it behind her ear. We both helped each other look presentable again, no trace of any awkwardness from what we just did.

"I didn't expect to do that at a high school party," she jokes.

"Me neither," I say and we both start laughing again. She was comfortable. She made me feel comfortable. There was absolutely nothing complicated about her. Maybe this could be more.

"I hate to be that person but I basically dropped my friends the moment I got here and technically I guess I'm their guardian. So..."

"Ahh.. I get it," Alex says teasing me.

"Can I get your number?" I ask, not wanting this to be the last time I see her.

"Ok, but if you don't text me I'll know what kind of person you are," she says, taking my phone, typing in her details, and playfully pulling it away as I move to take it.

I distract her with a kiss and pull away once I got it. "I promise to text you. If I don't then you can flood my phone with insults," I say as I send her a text so she has my number too.

We walk back together to the house hand in hand and said our goodbyes as I went to look for my friends.

A/N: Pineapples on pizza or not?

Also, that was so fucking awkward to write hahahaeheheheahaha. And I didn't know that was where I was going until I got there.

Any thoughts?