(13) Binge Watching and Shit Talking

Once upon a time in a land far away lived your average teenage bitch. You probably know one. She's really pretty, has a lot of friends, is probably sarcastic. Actually she's me. But my point is, in this faraway utopia, everything works out for this girl. Unlike here, where it seems almost nothing works out for me.

Anyways, there's our typical teenage character we have here. She probably has a perfect boyfriend that she knows she can hang onto and secure the perfect homecoming. Me? I'm not like that. I don't have a guy at a fingertips notice I can con into asking me.

I guess it'd be nice. In a fairytale. It's just not me.

I don't live in a utopia. And my life is anything but a fairytale.

Where I live, things are different. People are meaner, there is no Prince Charming ready to rescue me in time of need, like if I suddenly need tampons or something.

Which really sucks because I really need them at the moment.

I guess my guy just doesn't want to make his appearance. Prince Charming at his finest.

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"Lexa!" Elle bangs on the bathroom door, "We're in charge of planning the next weekend."

I groan and open the door, "I'm broke, how the hell am I supposed to compete with Mason's entire trip?"

She shrugs, "Want to come over and we can figure it out?"

I nod, "I'll grab my stuff."

Quickly I grab a bag, pen, notebook, and charger and jog back to the door while throwing my hair up into a messy bun on my head with my other hand.

"Let the planning commence." I chuckle.

-

"No ones home at the moment." Elle opens her door and throws my stuff on the couch.

"Sounds good." I respond. No distractions. And by distractions, I mean Elle's hot piece of brother.

"Alright, do you have any ideas?" She asks.

I shake my head, "I've got nothing."

"Same. Homecoming is practically all that's on my mind these days. Have you gotten asked yet?"

I bite my lip, "No."

"I'm sure you will, I can't imagine you not. Guys can't be that stupid."

"How about you?" I smile.

"Not yet. But I will." She winks.

I grin. Her and Jared will definitely be adorable.

Elle smiles back, "I'm so excited!"

I laugh, "Me too, but enough about homecoming, we have a weekend to plan."

Elle taps her pen against the small coffee table in front of us, "Have you ever been to a waterpark resort?"

"It's like an indoor waterpark by hotels, right?"

"Yeah, there's also theme parks and different tours you can take."

"Can we do that?"

"I can check, there's one not too far from here, only about three hours away."

"Yeah." I nod, "That would be great."

Elle smiles, "I'll be sure to get that taken care of then. And in the mean time-" She pulls out a stack of movies, "You up for a night of binge watching and shit talking?"

"Do you even have to ask?" I chuckle.

"Probably not."

Four and a half hours later the sun has set, wine bottles come out, and a way overdue girls night is in process.

"Truth or dare?" She asks.

I roll my eyes at her and groan, "Elle." I say, stretching out her name, "One, we aren't in seventh grade, and two I am way too lazy to get up."

"Fine. Truths. Refusal to answer results in a shot, and then I'll just ask the same question when you're trashed and I'll get my answer then."

"Alright." I cock my head to the side and crack my knuckles, "Game-fracking-on."

"Do you have any secret boyfriends I should know about?" She wiggles her eyebrows up and down.

"Unfortunately, no. Have you ever hooked up with Mase or Jared?"

Elle bites her lip, "Wellllllll."

I laugh, "You hoe!"

"Alright, alright it didn't get that far. I've made out with Mason before, but I wouldn't consider dating him, you know? He's just too much of a player, and I don't know, I guess I just saw how close we were as something else in the moments. As for Jared? No. He's hot and all, but he's just a softie inside and honestly I wouldn't be surprised if he was a virgin. I just couldn't do that to him."

I laugh, "With his body, I highly doubt he's a virgin."

"Is this a possible romance forming?" Elle grins.

My eyes widen, "No, no, I mean, uh, don't you think he has nice abs?"

"He's nice but he's Jared. Even if he did like me he's not like Mason, he'd never have the guts to do anything about it."

I smirk, "How many girls have tried befriending you to get close to your amazing brother you got there?"

"He is pretty amazing."

"And hot."

"Don't call Park hot, that's, that's just weird!" She laughs, "I mean you do you if you want to date him and all, but keep the details away from me. I don't need nor want to know what he does in his spare time." She cringes, "I'm just glad our group is all guys. Well before you. Wait, what if he's gay?!"

I laugh, "Honestly E. Look at the kid. Not only is he completely ripped and has an amazing body but his personality isn't fracked up like most hot guys are. That's a rare thing. Plus he's got the charisma that can knock the socks off any girl and I've seen him flirting before."

"When have you seen him flirting?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, just random girls at school." I reply. Definitely not with me.

An hour of this game later there's been plenty of refusals and we managed to finish off the majority of the three bottles we started with.

"E, you awake?" I question.

She groans from where her head lies, facedown in her pillow, "I'm sleeping." A lazy hand rises to flip me off before dropping back to her side.

I stand up and throw my sweatshirt to the ground, not caring about walking around the building in a thin black tank. No one will be up at this hour.

I pad over to the door and open it, before slipping out into the dark but faintly lit hallway, at the last moment, remembering to be silent. I forgot about all the old people that live near Elle's block.

Eventually I've managed my way to one of the many small sitting rooms open for anyone. Most of the time older people come here to play their chess or read or whatever.

It's lit up due to the various lamps placed around the room. Actually, it's not so bad. There's two couches, a chair, a flatscreen TV, a couple tables, and even a snack room. The entire left wall is entirely made up of glass window panes. It serves as a sunroom during the day, yet at night it feels quiet and apart from the rest of the complex. It's only around a few corners from everything else, but it feels hidden. I approve.

With fuzzy thoughts I collapse into the chair, and pass out for a few moments.

Maybe it's the wine, maybe it's just all the thoughts swirling around in my head these past few days. It's all so complicated, too tangled up to sort through and manage.

I run a hand through my hair moments after my eyes flutter open again. Looking up I see a shadow flickering through the hallway. I breathe. It's coming closer.

"Lexa?" A groggy but oh so hot voice brings my attention to him.

He smiles at me, "You couldn't sleep either?"

"Your eyes are like chocolate." That's funny. I don't remember deciding to say that.

He smirks and walks closer, "You and Elle really have a thing for the alcohol when it's just you two don't you?"

I shrug. All I can concentrate on is his tanned skin stretching over his toned body. I can practically see his muscles through the deep black of his shirt. And despite the shadows I can see the dark beautiful brown of his eyes. They seem to sparkle. And his lips, oh the things I could do to them-

Stop.

Get a grip.

Why am I thinking like this? This is Parker. This is not who I am.

Who cares? Another part says.

Great. So half of me wants to remain pure, the other half wants to jump his bones because he looks nice in a t-shirt.

How fun.

Parker smiles, "You didn't even make out a word I said."

"Honestly all I got from that last sentence was make out." I admit my lack of attention.

"You won't even remember this in the morning."

"I will so."

"No you won't." He shakes his head, "I could kiss you right now and you wouldn't remember a thing."

"Try me." I raise an eyebrow.

"I don't take advantage of drunk girls."

"It's not taking advantage if I don't tell you to stop now is it?"

Within moments he's crossed the room until he's next to me. With one hand he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, with the other he's caressing my side, my back, my hips. He pushes his lips onto mine, not waiting a second, no hesitation. He continues, still moving his hand up and down my back and in that moment I could care less that I'm wearing a tiny scrap of shirt, or that I'm probably the biggest hoe on the planet right now.

All I can feel is my feet flexing on the end of the chair, digging into the carpet to refrain myself from pressing even closer to him, my arms wrapped around his neck, and my fingers digging into his hair at the base.

He's like a drug and I'm an addict.

The next few seconds are a blur. One, I'm sitting down. The next, his hands slide down the curve of my hips and underneath my thighs. He picks me up, not even breaking our kiss.

Damn, he's pretty strong.

I pull away for air and he looks at me, a look of total unsureness in his eyes.

"Parker." I whisper, making eye contact while wrapping my legs around his waist, "Don't stop."

And that's all it takes for him to open the door to the pantry and slip inside the room of total darkness. He presses me against the wall and lowers his lips to kiss my jawline, my neck.

I let out a strange noise in surprise, "What was that?" I chuckle.

He pulls back, smiling, "I don't even know what this is. But honestly, I like it."

I stare into his eyes, mesmerized. Too focused on his orbs to even concentrate on the words falling from his perfect lips.

Brown. So beautiful. Like hot chocolate on a cold winter night, or the beautiful bark on the apple trees I used to have in my backyard, in California.

But there was one thing they were not like.

The ocean.

I try to wrap my mind around my thoughts. Ocean. Blue. Beautiful. The pier. My mind races. Parker told me it was him I'd kissed at the club.

He lied to me.

I remember those eyes. They were blue.

Unfortunately I don't remember the night, but I must've had fun if I'd decided to plunk one on a random guy I'd probably danced two dances with.

"Parker." I place both hands gently on his chin and force him to look up at me, "Why did you lie to me, that one night on the pier?"

He blushes. I can see it, even in the darkness in here. He's so cute.

"Lex, uh. Listen, I really, really like you. And I know you're not going to remember this since you're totally wasted, but I wanted you to believe it was me. Even if you and me could never become a possibility, I couldn't stand the thought of you thinking about him, wanting him. He's a player. One of my best friends nevertheless, but you're just a girl to him. You can't change his ways, he may seem sweet, but I don't want him to hurt you. I can't just let myself subject you into being his next pawn in his little game. You'd be heartbroken."

I smile at him and trace my fingers along his cheek, "What makes you think I won't remember this?"

"You're trashed. Why else would a beautiful girl like you be hiding away in a pantry with me?"

"I'm not trashed."

"Yes you are. You won't remember a thing, I promise you. I'll have to remind you." He teases.

I smirk, "Alright. If I won't remember."

I raise my arms above my head and slide my tank top up my body.

Parker stops my arms, "Lex, what are you doing?"

"What's the matter pretty boy?" I let it drop to the floor and smirk again.

He bites his lip, his eyes trained on my face. Although by the looks of it, it's a pretty big struggle for him.

I loop my arms around his neck again.

He shakes his head and lowers me to my feet, "Listen, Lexa, I'm not that type of guy. And you're not this girl. Stupid. I don't want you to wake up in the morning not only with a killer headache but with regret too."

He slips off his t-shirt and practically forces it onto me. He smiles at me, "A little big but it'll work."

I walk out of the pantry and pull him along with me, "Can you walk me back to your apartment?"

"I mean, it's not like I'm not going to the same place."

I laugh.

A few minutes later, we're back.

I lean against the wall yawning, "Hurry up, I'm tired."

He unlocks the door and smiles at me once more before walking towards his room.

"Park?" I ask, looking at him.

"Yeah?"

I smile and jog over to him and throw my arms around his neck, hugging him right and breathing in his cologne.

"What was that for?" He asks, after I pull away.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight beautiful."

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