Chapter Three
December
Holy Shit!!!!!
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Jarred
Holy Shit!!!!! The sexy, cute, artist, twink thing was in front of my door.............. And I'm in a towel.....oh shit! December, the infamously called cute December, was blushing copiously. I wonder if he got light headed with all of that blood going into his cheeks. A look, which could only be described as lust, flashed in his eyes. His eyes looked animalistic as he carnally gnawed on his bottom lip. He looked purely fuckable.....YUM!!!!
"Um...so....yea, lemme put on some clothes and we'll go," I said with a nervous chuckle. I ran off before my arousal was noticed. Could lips really be that hot? No, only December's lips. I was head over heels in love with him. I had a crush on December since I first saw him in freshman year in college, two years ago. He was a mixture of cute and sexy. With the obvious parts of him being cute and his outfit, that is. On that day he had on pitch black skinny jeans, a snowy white (which look really good against his creamy skin complexion) off the shoulder sweater that reached to his mid thighs and a pair of motorcycle boots with spikes, chains and studs on them. He looked hot. Then I found out how awesome of an artist he was and how pure he was. If December could be a color, he would be off white; though I didn't know him, I knew there was something that took away from his pureness. Something unfathomable, morbid and secret. Something sinful and deadly. But, even so, December had a lot of love; he was a sinful lover and I wanted that sinner's love. Leisurely, without me knowing I fell in love with a boy whose name I didn't even know. But, anyways I had to look perfect tonight. That look December gave me was only a taste; I wanna know what other looks (and sounds) I could evoke December to make. My sexy and cute little pixie.........
I eventually decided on some skinny jeans, a white graphic shirt, and some beat up timberlands. When I got out, December and Camille was waiting while leaning against the wall. December was puffing on a cigarette. God, that was hot! Could I even survive the ride (no pun intended) to the club? Plus we were gonna be on motorcycles...Holy Fuck!
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December
Yea I was smoking, but Jarred just had that insane effect on me. I only smoke when I get really stressed or seriously needed to calm down, like now. We got into the elevator and Cami, being a matchmaking bitch, made me be in the middle of the slightly cramped elevator. She even decided to take it up a notch...
"Hey, Jarred, you wanna ride on Deci's bike?" She said with a satanic glint in her eyes.
"Umm....sure!" He said, unaware of the tension between the three of us. I mouthed 'you bitch' to Camille and she mouthed 'I know, love' back with a demented, yet wickedly sweet smile. I couldn't decide if I loved or hated her for causing a warm Jarred to be able to lean against my back. Having Jarred lean against me made me feel cozy; it felt right in a way; like I belonged there. Oh god, I'm falling in love. See I was Jarred's secret stalker for some time now. I really adored him, but because of my shyness and stupidity and doubtfulness, I never asked him out. Where all that confidence came from today, I don't have the slightest idea. We were finally at the club. The bouncer was a family friend, so we got in without charge or having to wait in line. We walked up to the bar and ordered a dirty martini for me, an Albany Shirley temple for Camille, and vodka shot for Jarred. Just when I was finishing my martini, my favorite song, a club mix of somebody to love by Benny Benassi, came on. Like I was in a trance, I stepped onto the dance floor.
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