In Love with The Bad Boy

2. His Attraction

DAVE STONE

“What’s that dipshit whining about?” I asked Harry as I put on my black jacket, and the dipshit who I spoke of is Alex. Harry, Alex, and Jake are my best pals. The four of us are the synonyms of catastrophe and hotness as described by the girls of the school. We have been together since childhood and we managed to stick together even after going through the s**t which almost took our lives. We were more than friends and brothers; we are inseparable.

Mumbling a ‘go to hell bastard!’ into the phone, Harry turned towards me. He ran his hand through his brown hair in exasperation, his raven eyes bore into mine almost helplessly as he said, “Alex said that he is about to bang that redhead he has been chasing since the last week.”

“Oh, wish him the best,” I snickered. Dumping a wild party for s*x with a hot chick; it’s the typical Alex.

Harry rolled his eyes at me and resumed his call.

Harry is the gentleman, Jake is the cool nerd, Alex is the playboy who is in for any casual flings and I’m the only virgin in the group. Yup, I am a virgin. I know that people call me a lover of ladies. I’m more like a charming flirt. I flirt with ladies but I have tasted none of them. I have many evil habits that are better left untold for now, and my only redeeming trait is my abstinence from a woman’s physical affection. It’s not that I’m looking for my soulmate. I don’t believe in that crap. I did not find any woman enchanting enough to give my body to her. If I find any girl irresistible enough, I will not think twice before sleeping with her. I’m quite curious about the s*x that Alex praises so much.

“Bastards, are you ready to get wasted?!” I smiled at Jake’s shout. No one will think that the cool, silent nerd will have such a filthy and sharp tongue. Jake is all no-nonsense, and straight to the business type. Maybe that’s the reason we three took an instant liking to him. Jake was the shy transfer student who slapped Alex when he flirted with his sister. That slap brought us closer.

My thoughts steered back to the present as I saw Jake open the door with a stupid grin on his face.

“What’s with that smile?” I raised my brows in confusion. I never saw Jake with such a smile. It’s borderline creepy, I say.

“I found an interesting girl.” Jake flashed a cryptic smile. Looking at our impatient looks, he said, “Well, I met this girl called Bianca Matthews, and we hit it off very well. I’ve got to tell you, she’s an excellent kisser!”

“Really?” I asked, and Jake nodded.

“I don’t believe you. Maybe we should ask Alex to test the girl’s skills--“

“She’s off limits for you lot, she’s mine until I say otherwise!”

It was a declaration.

“Wow,” I whistled, it’s the first time I saw Jake getting so serious about a girl who he got to know for about half an hour.

“Well then, you guys come down quickly; The ladies are eager to see you. I will resume my kissing session with my babe.” Jake waved as he rushed outside. That kiss must be quite something to make him restless, I mused.

After Harry ended his call, we both strode towards my personal party house which is situated at the back of my villa. Flashing lights and loud music intertwined with laughter greeted us, and a mixed scent of alcohol and sweat assaulted my senses. Out of reflex, my eyes searched for Jake. I spotted his shiny blonde hair at the corner, he was currently being pushed down a slender blonde girl who was devouring his mouth with great fervor.

“I never knew Jake is in for aggressive types...” Harry voiced out my thoughts.

Not knowing what to say, I nodded and started to walk towards our personal cabin as Harry followed behind. Before we could peacefully enter, we were swarmed around by a group of boys who began to chat about some useless topics. I answered a few, but soon I lost my patience. Harry who noticed my impatience pushed me aside, he took the lead and mingled in with the group of eager boys. I was not the patient type, and Harry is all in for a conversation. I’ve got to admit, that fellow had some real social skills.

I stepped aside and took in a deep breath, I could feel the hungry stares of the girls but I ignored them as always. The girls only dared to admire me from afar; they feared me and they are right to do so. They always saw me as a dangerous phantom worth of their admiration. A few attempted to lure me, but I felt nothing towards them. Brushing away the longing stares, I picked up a glass of martini and settled my ass in the soft leather recliner.

Taking in a few sips of the beverage, I cast my eyes onto the dance floor. Boys and girls grinding against each other, typical hormonal teenagers, I thought.

The whole party felt boring; too bland. Just when I was about to turn my eyes away from the dance floor a flash of lavender caught my attention. It was a girl was dancing with her back facing me, she was dressed in a backless lavender dress which ended a few inches above her knees. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, and I could not help but notice her firm ass. My eyes slowly traveled above swallowing the tantalizing picture of her smooth back. I noted the slow movement of her shoulder blades; It was at this point I realized that shoulder blades can also be drool-worthy.

She danced wildly, every sensual step of hers hit my heart in a weird way. Unknowingly, I placed my glass of unfinished martini on the glass table and leaned against the recliner without taking my eyes off her. Her narrow waist and wide hips were nothing but carved to perfection.

Suddenly, I wished to see her face. I wondered if she looked pretty, or plain, or cute.

As if heeding to my unspoken request, she turned around with another wild sideward movement of her hips. My heart skipped a beat at the view of her.

She was breathtaking; I found myself forget all the right vocabulary to describe her.

Her eyes were closed as she savored the bliss of the music, and I couldn’t guess the color of her eyes. Her tiny nose fit right on her oval face. Her red, plump lips made me fantasize about how kissing them would be. The thought of sampling her lips made my throat go uncharacteristically dry. I gulped down the remaining glass of my drink in an attempt to moisten my parched throat.

Obviously, a single glass did not do the magic, so I drowned another eight glasses of various alcoholic beverages. The dryness faded, and a numb intoxication clouded my senses. Feeling a little better, I once again stared at my sexy snare on the floor. Her neither too thin nor fat thighs were of the right length, and the tempting view of her midriff through the lace cloth gave birth to heat down my stomach. The soft swell of her breasts against the satin covering made me want to caress and bite them.The heat down my stomach spread to all my body, deep to the bones, clouding my senses and burning away the last threads of my sanity. I felt as if I was in the middle of a desert, and she was the oasis for my parched soul.

She was a snare, and I was the sailor willing to be lured into her web of sensuality.

At that moment I had nothing in my mind other than to run my hands all over her body. I wished, no I wanted to feel all the contours of her sin-inducing body.

I was always a man of action, and I wasted no time in walking towards her.

She was still in her trance of dancing, my heartbeat increased with every step I took towards her. I halted my steps before her, I almost wanted to laugh as she continued to dance with her eyes closed. She did not notice me standing before her and twirled around. The beautiful twirl and the sparkling silver heels did not manage to stay in sync as she ended up on a wrong foot, almost crashing down to the floor. I snaked my arm across her waist and pulled her up; It was an instantaneous reaction, almost like a reflex.

I tightened my hold to support her wobbling form; however, the action only made her stick close to me. I could feel the heaving of her breasts; it felt soft. Her waist felt soft, her entire body felt soft against me. The softness slowly crept in and it gave rise to a strange feeling in my heart.

“I’m sorry...” she lifted her head to apologize, but her eyes widened as she stared at me and her words trailed off.

I failed to notice her stunned daze. In fact, I could see nothing but her wide almond shaped eyes.

I was unable to shift my eyes away from hers.

They were the exquisite pair of eyes I’ve ever seen.

Amethyst.

The beautiful shade of purple ever.

I’ve decided that from now the shade of her eyes is officially my favorite color.