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Alina:

Since my parents are gone, Bash and I decide to leave school together and head to my house after detention gets out. We walk to my car, and I can’t help but feel giddy as everyone gawks at us with one another. Bash is so handsome, he’s hard to directly look at. But I keep sneaking peeks at him as we cut through the parking lot. And let’s face it, I’m…decent. But it’s not like I’m anything to write home about. At least in my own shitty opinion. It’s hard for me to understand what he’s seeing in me.

But as Bash enters my car and silence settles over us, I find I’m looking at him again and taking in everything that he is. Because I never want to forget how incredible I feel right now. Something about our time in detention… we just clicked. And it felt fucking good. Don’t I deserve to feel good? I think he feels it too. Otherwise, why would he be here? I keep asking myself that and have yet to come up with another answer.

“Do you have food at home or do you wanna pick up a pizza? My treat, birthday girl,” he says with a heart-stopping smile. I’m doing that thing again where I’m absentmindedly leaning into him as he talks, finding myself very close to his lips. He apparently doesn’t mind at all, because he’s suddenly reaching out and grabbing the back of my neck, pulling my face to his and devouring my mouth. I’m moaning uncontrollably as stars explode across my line of vision. He tastes so good, and his lips are warm and calming as they work themselves over mine, completely in sync with my own movements. Eventually, he pulls away as we pant together, our foreheads touching as we catch our breath.

“Sorry, Lina Girl. You’ve been teasing me all afternoon and I had to take my chance.” My eyes widen in complete shock. So I take one of my own.

“Kiss me again,” I demand and pull him to me without waiting for an answer. His hands grope my scalp and fist my hair as we connect for a second time, his taste now seared into my memory. I know if we don’t leave soon, we’ll make a fucking spectacle of ourselves, and I am not losing my virginity in the high school parking lot while the whole school watches. Not on my birthday and not fucking ever. I pull away reluctantly, Bash smiling wickedly at me as I ask about the previously mentioned pizza.

“I’ll buy, you fly,” he says as I start the car, and he leans the passenger’s seat back. He fiddles with my stereo and presses play on one of my favorite CDs, The Young and The Hopeless album from Good Charlotte. The beginning cords to Hold On start to fill the car and Bash suddenly pauses, his eyes large as he stares at nothing in particular on the dashboard. I’m quiet for a moment as I watch him listen to the song, allowing the words to wash over him. I furrow my brow, wondering why a song about not completing suicide is hitting him so hard. A thrill of fear shoots through my chest as I watch the cogs turn in this beautiful boy’s head. Something tells me there is more to this than he is willing to let on, especially when he catches my eye and shakes his head quickly.

I feel bad for ruining his moment, but I’m glad I got to witness it. It feels intimate in a way I wasn’t expecting and that’s when I realize all of our interactions have felt like that.

They’ve been extremely easy and meaningful.

I wonder if he feels the same.

Sebastian:

I’m not sure what she’s thinking as I catch her staring at me while listening to Hold On. It’s like a fucking sign from above telling me to keep going, just a little longer. And as I look to the gorgeous girl now driving us to get pizza, I can’t help but settle in and be grateful for the turn of today’s events. I hum along with the song and even play it again when it ends. Alina doesn’t mind. She smiles at me softly and turns it up, singing out loud. She knows every word and I feel proud as I watch her perform. She’s beautiful . I’m feeling happy .

“Is cheese, ok? Oh, maybe a few olives and mushrooms? And garlic sauce?” she asks in a rush. I’ve never heard of such a pizza, but I smile and nod enthusiastically anyway. I want to try everything she likes.

“It’s your birthday, Lina Girl,” I say as she squeals with glee. I laugh out loud, and she quickly joins me as she finally changes the song and lands upon the one the album is named for. She belts it out, nailing every word, even singing along to the guitar solo while giggling.

I harden in my pants as I wonder what it would be like to take her in my mouth. God, I want this gorgeous woman singing on my cock and using me as a microphone. I want to lick her pussy and make her squeal while her naked body shakes beneath me. I want to kiss her softly, then hard, pinching her perky little nipples until she’s batting my fingers away. She’s absolutely everything I never knew was missing from my life. She’s the embodiment of all the emotions I feel I’m lacking and as I watch her just exist so easily before me, I know I’m becoming addicted.

I want her. She’s already mine. My Lina Girl. I haven’t even fucked her yet and I know that I’m falling for her. Each time we exchange eye contact, more of us passes between each other.

I need to hold her. To touch her in some way. Her body is too close and too perfect not to take advantage of her proximity. I grab her thigh and rest my hand on her leg. Her cheeks deepen in color as she sucks in an unexpected breath. She surprises me next by grabbing for my fingers. She rests her hand on top of mine for the remainder of the drive.

Alina:

True to his word, Bash pays for the pizza and springs for extra ranch. I swoon as I carry the tiny containers out to the car, Bash holding the pizza on his shoulder. He opens the door to the back seat and sets the box down before returning to my side up front.

“Thank you so much, Bash. You’ve absolutely made my birthday,” I gush, still feeling a little shy. I tuck my burgundy hair behind my ear as his hand returns to my leg.

“Anything for you, Lina Girl.” His nickname is something I’m becoming accustomed to hearing falling easily from his lips. It makes me bite my own. He whistles out loud at my gesture, making me furrow my brow. “Pretty girl, you better get me the fuck to your house before I bend you over right here in this parking lot.” I’m totally shocked by his statement.

Bash Cox wants to fuck me?

Bash Cox wants to fuck me!

On my fucking birthday!

The musical sex god known for his talented fingers and blue balls. Who would’ve thought. But it feels so fucking right. If any other boy had said those words to me, I would’ve slapped him in the fucking face. When I look at Bash, I only want to fall on his dick in every way.

He could teach me. I’d be willing to learn.

“I wanna fuck you too.”

What the hell.

I take my chance and watch his blue eyes darken with interest. The promise lying there is enough to make me drench my panties as his hand on my thigh begins to squeeze my leg. I find myself squirming beneath his legendary fingers.

“I need you to understand one thing, Alina,” he says lowly as he invades my personal space, and our breath co-mingles once more. I nod my head to show I’m listening. I’m gripping the front of his shirt as I wait with bated breath. “I’ll never make you regret giving me your virginity.” He’s so fucking serious as he stares me down.

“I know,” I quickly respond, staring into his kind eyes and nodding my head. Somehow, I just do. I trust him. “I know,” I whisper again as I stroke his face, just needing to be touching him. He leans his cheek into my hand.

“Take us to your house, Lina Girl.”