Chapter 43: Claw Marks-1

If it weren't for the fact she was using me to make Mason jealous, I would probably be the happiest person alive right now. I think I still am. The kiss is nothing like Hollie's. I feel something. I feel everything. Her lips are soft against mine, just how I imagined they'd be. My tongue is entwined in hers and I forget completely about the alcohol taste and focus on her. On the intense feeling she's giving me. I've never felt this way while kissing. Ever. When we pull apart, I'm left feeling cold; the fire she lit inside of me gone. All we do is look into each other's eyes for a moment. I wonder if she felt anything even close to what I felt. "He's gone," she says, breaking my gaze. "You used me," I say in the most pathetic voice I've ever used. Her eyes meet mine again and she her hand on my lower arm. "I'm sorry." I should walk away and tell her to fuck off. I've let people use me before to piss off their ex's, and I let them because I got sex out of it. But Marnie doing it... it doesn't make me feel fucking happy. "I should take you home." I make sure she can't see in my eyes how much she hurt me. "Nooo," she whines. "My mom will be mad." She leans against the counter and takes a drink. "Then stop drinking." "No." I sigh in frustration. She can't stay here and see what i'm about to do. "How about you sleep here?" She thinks about it for a moment. "Okay." I lead her through the house and up the stairs, then into one of the guest bedrooms where I usually stay when I'm here. "So, you okay here?" "Yeah," she watches me from the centre of the room. "Well, I'll be downstairs." "Wait," she calls when I'm about to walk out the door. "Please don't leave me." What the fuck am I going to do now? I could just wait until she falls asleep and then go. "Okay." I close the door and walk over to her. Putting my hands on her arms to lead her to the bed, I say, "Lie down." She puts her hand on the side of my face, making me freeze. I watch her eyes, wondering what she's doing. My hand finds it's way to her waist, desperate to touch her, and I slowly move it up her body. She bites her lip and closes her eyes, then puts both her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. "Kiss me," she breathes. I want to. I want to so fucking bad. "No." But I can't. She is not herself right now. If she was sober she wouldn't be anywhere near me the way she is right now. "Please," her voice is desperate, her eyes still closed. Fuck. I can't handle it. She's so hot. So fucking irresistible. I lean in and kiss her. Her hands run through my hair, pulling at the roots. Feels so good. A moan escapes her mouth. Fuck. I push her down on the bed and hover over her. I want more. My lips go to her neck, kissing and sucking, making her moan in pleasure. I must be dreaming. This can't be real. My kisses trail down her chest, then back up her neck and onto her jawline. She breathes heavily, her hands pulling harshly at my hair, then move down my body to the bottom of my shirt. Fuck. What the fuck am I doing? She doesn't want this. She's drunk and upset about Mason. I'm just her rebound. "Stop," I tell her even though I don't want to. She doesn't listen, but instead of taking off my shirt, her hands slip under it and scratch at the skin on my back. It's like she fucking knows exactly what I like. I try to get off of her but she wraps her legs around my torso, holding me down. She kisses me again and I kiss back, unable to resist her. "Please stop, Marnie," I say against her lips. Because I won't be able to. She's going to regret this. She'll hate me if I let this go any further. Why can't I just get a grip and stop being so fucking obsessed with her? Her dress has moved up her body from her position, and my hand runs up her thigh. She whimpers from my touch. "More." I want more, I do. She's like the strongest drug i've ever taken. And although I don't want to stop, I need to. Because if I don't, all we'll do is hurt each other. I take her legs off of me and get off, then walk across the room. My hands lean against the wall, supporting my body as I try to catch my breath. What the fuck just happened? "Sorry," Marnie's small voice says. I turn around. She's sitting on the bed, her legs curled up against her chest. "Don't apologise. You should sleep." It's toohot in here. I need out. "Stay," she says as I head to the door. "I'll come back." "Promise?" "Promise." I walk out of the room and close the door. I will come back, but first, I have some things to take care of. +++ M A R N I E  J O N E S I wake up alone in the large unfamiliar room. Memories from the night before come flooding into my mind. The game of truth or dare. Seeing Zeke and Hollie kissing, making me really mad for some reason. Seeing Mason and that girl together. Kissing Zeke... Oh God. I kissed Zeke. And it felt amazing. I remember every feeling I got from it. Words can't even describe how incredible it was. And then after that... crap. We almost... We could have... shit. And Zeke rejected me... Of course he did. He doesn't like me. How embarrassing of me to think he'd want to do anything like that with someone like me. As soon as I sit up in the bed, I feel nauseous. Not wanting to take any chances, I get up and run out of the room and down the hall, looking for a bathroom. As soon as I find one I lean over the toilet and puke up everything in my stomach. Eugh, I hate being sick. The idea of it makes me feel sick. And then when I am puking I can't breathe which makes me panic and I feel like i'm ultimately going to die. "You okay?" Zeke's voice booms through my head, making me wince and rub my temples as I relax onto the bathroom floor. "Don't come in." He's standing at the door, and it's then I notice that he's only wearing boxers. And he has a black eye. And he's holding my bra. I gasp, "What happened?" He comes over and sits on the ground beside me. "Got your bra back from Jordan," he hands it to me. "How'd you get that?" I point to his right eye that has the purple and black bruising around it.