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The night faded into an array of pale colors and mismatch memories of what really happened next. I vaguely recalled laughing so hard that I snorted. Dakota made sure to tease me about it. When I woke up that next morning, I was in a location I'd never been before. An ache shuddered into my limps as I tried to glance at my surrounds. I was lying in a bed, wrapped in black satin bed sheets.

To the left of me, there was a large rack of CDs and an acoustic guitar leaning against it. The straps were worn out and a few strings were missing. I wasn't too sure if he actually used it from how damaged it looked. A long autograph was written on the front of it in silver Sharpie.

"You're up sooner than I thought you'd be." Dakota gated into the room and threw a water bottle on to the bed. I picked it up and drank out of it feverously. "You're going to puke again if you drink that too fast."

I nearly chocked. "I...I threw up?" The heel of my palm hit my temple, shooting another shock of pain through me. My head was hammering, punishing me for the other night. "Please tell me I didn't throw up in your car."

"No." He shook his head, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You threw up on me. My shoes to be exact. You didn't seem sick during the drive, but the moment you stepped out, you puked right on me. I stopped over at the bargain center around the corner and got you a tooth brush. You kept brushing your teeth while singing. It was some made-up song about how much you loved the color of my eyes. It was pretty funny." He laughed to himself.

"Oh my God." I could feel myself crumbling back into the sheets, wanting to earth to open up and swallow me up. "I'm sorry."

He laughed. "I needed to replace the shoes anyway."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. You already said sorry. You also said sorry about a million other times last night, so you don't need to tell me again."

Wait...did I hear him right? Where was the Dakota I knew? This wasn't the same person who had insulted me countless times without an ounce of regret. This couldn't be the same guy who refused to sit next to me in Mr. Finley's class only a few weeks ago. What had changed?

I groaned into a sitting position. "Where am I now? Your house?"

"We're at my brother's apartment in Boulder Valley. This is the room I sleep in when I stay here sometimes for the weekends."

"And where did you sleep?"

"On the couch in the living room." He pointed at his door. "Do you remember much of last night?"

"I was about to ask you. I don't really remember all too much after we left Pierson's house."

"Not much happened last night. I was going to a Boulder Valley High party, but you didn't seem to feel well, so I just drove around aimlessly and then we grabbed something to eat, hoping it would help your drunkenness....It didn't." He smiled. "Then I drove here since it was the closest place I could get to. I knew I couldn't take you home because you were still pretty messed up, and with how we stormed off from your dad's place, I figured that would be a bad idea if I dropped you off at home."

"That's all that happened, right? We didn't...do anything else?"

"No we did not have sex, if that's what I think you're asking." He looked at me closer, farrowing his brows. "Give me some fucking credit, Silvia. I may be a jerk sometimes, but I'm not a complete dirt-bag. I'd never take advantage of someone in that state."

I breathed, slouching my shoulders. I had all of my clothes on, but I knew I had to ask. "It's nothing personal. It's just that I expect the worst of anyone I've ever met."

"I know what you mean," he sighed. "And I understand it's basically in every other guy's mind to get laid when they go to a party. But my intentions weren't to sleep with you that night when I picked you up. I'm not the kind that scoops around a party for a potential drunk girl to screw. Personally, I think that's pathetic."

I grinned. "I'm guessing you've standards."

"It's called being a decent human. I shouldn't be rewarded for that."

In vivid memory, I could recollect the kiss we had shared in Pierson's house. It had felt like the world was melting around us when I was in his arms. The only thing in focus was us. Everything else was static, unimportant and irrelevant to the connection we were making. He dragged me back to reality by ending the kiss with a frown on his face.

Using my fingertips, I touched where he had kissed me only hours before. A flash of heat fogged my senses, causing me to shudder as I remembered how he made me feel, and then stole it all away without a care in the world.

"I don't know why you have to be so confusing," I said feebly.

His eyes shot up to mine. "I'm not trying to be confusing now."

"You always are though. You'll do one thing, and then do something that goes against your last action." My back eased on to the wooden headrest. "I don't understand you Dakota. Can you decide already if you hate me or not?"

He didn't have a scowl, like he usually wore so often. Instead the ghost of a smile was making its appearance on his face. "Where is this suddenly coming from?"

I cleared my throat, stirring in my seat on the bed. Having his complete attention might've been something I'd once asked for, but it wasn't something I liked now that that I had it. "I mean with what happened...at Pierson's house...before we left."

He eased further on to the bed. I raised up my legs. It was the only barrier between us. He was directly in front me, leaning on both of his hands, crouching forward. "You mean how you kissed me."

"Well..." I trailed off. "More on how you ended it. And how you said it wasn't how you imagined it playing out..."

"To tell you the truth, right now is pretty close to how I've imagine it actually." He crept in closer. My heart clenched at our proximity. I was on edge, wondering what he'd do next. Both of his hands were on either side of my bent legs.

"How did you play it out?"

"Well I knew I wanted you to be able to feel each pain staking detail. I wanted it to be so good that simply you thinking back on it would turn you on."

"That's a tall order."

He popped up a brow. "You're questioning my capability."

"No, it's just that I'm a hard person to c-"

"Shut-up." He lifted my chin and crashed my lips to his, stopping my response dead in its tracks. Just as I had remembered, the sweet scent of his cologne was drowned deep in his clothes, polluting my senses to its blissful smell. Unknowingly, I had moved my legs around his hips, holding his shirt by its collar. It was as if I was trying to bring him even closer to me, but it was useless. 

He pushed his body into me, grinding his hips with mine, moving in a rhythmic beat. My fingers got lost in his hair, combing through his dark locks. I brought one hand down and  ran it under his black T-shirt, loving the feel of his flexed abdomen. When I snuck my hand into his shirt, he took that as a sign that I wanted it off. I sat under him as he discarded it off, letting it hit the carpeted floor beside the bed. I had been right about my previous assumption, Dakota definitely looked better in less clothing.

He eased back on top, rekindling the kiss between us and the ragging fire burning within. I opened my mouth more and titled my head, deepening the kiss. Every fiber of my being was lit a flame, and the fire was only growing hotter when his kisses moved down to the hollow my neck, sucking my skin and teasing it with his teeth.

I found his hands roaming the insides of thighs, pushing back the fabric of my black skirt and venturing even further. Humming against sealed lips, I tamed my restless thoughts as he brushed his thumb against the length of my underwear, putting a little more pressure between my legs each time.

"We're home alone, right?" I asked, out of breath.

"Yeah, my brother's not here." He said between kisses. "It's Thursday so he's got work today."

Thursday...was a school day.

I pushed against his chest. "Shit. We have school."

He looked over at his clock on his night stand. When he noticed we were already an hour late, he went back to kissing my neck. "Guess we're not going to school."

I shoved him again, but more playfully this time. "You can ditch if you want, but I'm going to school."

"How are you going to go to school if I ditch? I'm the one with the car."

"More reasons to why you shouldn't ditch." I smiled and got off the bed, looking for my shoes. Dakota got up as well, making my eyes focus on the fabric of his fitted jeans. They were more stretched in the front than they were before. He grabbed one of the pillows and placed it on his lap when he caught me staring.

I sighed. "Ugh. How am I supposed to go to school wearing what I wore last night?"

"You can borrow one of Dion's girl clothes." He cleared his throat. "That came out wrong. He's got lots of female clothes in his room."

"I hope he washed them after his sexual escapades."

"We've washed them, don't worry. They aren't dirty. Put one of the outfits on and we can go to class, you nerd."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, says the guy who takes extra classes at the local community college. I'm such a nerd compared to you."

"You will not and cannot call me the nerd," he ordered.

I laughed. "Nerd."

"Stop that."

"Geek."

"Seriously, Silvia."

"I can see it now actually. Kota the Poindexter. You could have your own cartoon," I teased. "Maybe even your own cereal."

"This is my last warning. If you say anything nerd related again I'll throw you back on this bed."

"Is that a threat?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Or is that a promise...nerd?"

All I saw next was a blur as he leaped at me, snatching me by the waist and pushing me back on to the bed. I fell, giggles until my sides hurt. At that point, I could already tell we we're going to be later than we already were.

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Song: Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

The lyrics I would've chosen is in the title alone.

A/N: I know not much happened in this chapter. I'll try to make the next chapter have more stuff going on.

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