Intoxicated.
There was no other word to describe the way I was feeling right now. I was completely drunk on his attention and every perfect word he sent my way.
Wilder Vaughn even his name was sexy. He was the notorious bad boy of our school and every girl wanted him... me included. I wasn't sure why we were all so infatuated with him.
Maybe it was his eyes, they were an unusual navy blue that enveloped you when his stony gaze was directed your way. At the moment I felt like I was drowning in them, but I didn't want to be saved.
If it wasn't his eyes though then maybe it was his lips. So full, so tempting, and always pulled into an almost sinful smirk.
If it wasn't his lips then it was his hair. Black as night, pushed back carelessly, and just begging for my fingers to run through it.
If it wasn't his hair then it was his body. A sculpted physique that not many of our fellow classmates had matured too. He had an Adonis face and body, both looked sculpted by God.
"Hello? You in there? I said can I bum a smoke?" Wilder said shaking my shoulder.
I felt like an ocean wave crashed down on me as my brain began working again. I must've looked like a complete dip shit standing there, mouth agape, my cigarette nearly burnt to a nub with a substantial amount of ash drooping from the end. Awkwardly I dropped my cigarette and put it out with my foot. I fished inside my pocket for my recently purchased pack and produced two new cigs.
"Here," I mumbled handing him one. His fingers brushed mine as he grabbed it from me and I swear I felt electricity shoot through me.
"Got a light?" he asked putting the cigarette between those perfect lips.
"Um yeah," I said shakily producing one.
"Here I got ya," he chuckled steadying my hand. His hand wrapped around mine and he flicked the lighter producing a flame that wasn't nearly as hot as his skin touching mine. His lips were centimeters from my hand as he bent down to light his cigarette.
"Sorry," I said shaking my head and taking a deep breath. I couldn't let him think I was a damn mental case.
"No problem, you're Kennedy right?" he asked taking a drag of his cigarette.
"Kennedy Rose," I said as I lit my own cigarette.
"You ditching today?" he asked gesturing to the gas station behind us. It was well into first period and we were both way past being tardy at this point.
"Not sure yet, I only skipped first so I could get some cigs," I shrugged. It'd been a long morning and an unusually cold one at that. My normal walk to school had been hell until now.
"Same, but I forgot my I.D. so I couldn't get any," Wilder said frowning in the direction of the station clerk.
"Glad I could help you out," I grinned.
"You and me both, it was cold as fuck on my bike, nicotine takes the edge off," he grinned back as he motioned to his motorcycle. It was an electric blue beauty that I had only fantasized about taking a ride on.
"Hey at least you get where you're going fast, my freezing ass has like half a mile left to walk," I joked.
"Do you want a ride somewhere?" he asked.
I bit my lip in excitement and nervousness. Even though I was eighteen now I was still deathly afraid of my parents kicking my ass. Getting on the back of Wilder Vaughn's bike was just asking for an ass whooping.
It was too good of an offer to pass up though.
"Sure that'd be cool," I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Well let's hit the road then," he said as he put out his cig. I followed suit and scurried over to his bike as he started it up. I was so short that his bike nearly came up to my hip and I frowned knowing I'd make a fool of myself trying to get on it.
"Need some help short stuff?" WIlder teased offering me his hand.
"I'm not that short," I grumbled as he helped pull me onto the bike. In all honesty I was probably barely five foot four, but my black studded boots gave me at least an inch boost.
"Sweet heart on top of looking like a doll you're doll size too," he said with a wink.
I'd always been told I looked like a pretty porcelain doll with my milky white skin, dark brown hair, and pale wide blue eyes. I had a heart shaped face, and full cupid's bow lips that were always naturally a pale rose pink. When I was younger my mother loved to dress me up in ridiculous frilly girly outfits because I looked just like a little baby doll. When I got older and finally developed a sizable chest (D), some curves, and a round ass I forbid her from coming anywhere near my clothes. All of her little girl stuff would've looked inappropriate on me so thankfully she listened. Now I despised anything pink and frilly opting for darker colors like black, navy blue, and occasionally a deep burgundy. Today I'd worn faux black leather skinny jeans with a Free People sheer burgundy long sleeve blouse. I'd also worn a burgundy lace bandeau under it so I wasn't freeing the nipple in front of the whole school. Anyways when my mom had seen my outfit she practically begged me to wear a horrible pink sweater she had gotten me, but I simply refused. Now as I shivered on the back of Wilder's bike, I sort of wished I'd taken that monstrosity of a sweater. The weather man promised it was going to be at least sixty five today though... lying bastard.
"Cold?" Wilder asked as he easily swung his leg over the bike. Sometimes I hated tall people and their unfair advantages.
"Kind of," I said trying to keep my teeth from chattering.
"Give me your hands," he chuckled. I hesitantly let him take my hands and I nearly fainted as his cupped mine. He pulled me closer and pulled my hands around his front and under his leather jacket. I could feel his rock hard abs under the thin material of his t-shirt as I clung to him. I definitely was not cold anymore... not at all.
"Better?" he asked as he pushed up the kick stand.
"Much," I mumbled into his back as I rested my head against it. I had to be dreaming... this could not really be happening to me right now.
"So to school or...?" he asked putting a sour tone on the word school. Usually I wasn't one to miss any class other than first period because it was just study hall, but it wasn't every day I was on the back of a motorcycle with Wilder Vaughn.
"I'm down for whatever," I shrugged.
"Chill," he nodded and then drove off. I held tightly onto him as he turned onto the main road and weaved through traffic. My hair whipped around wildly in the wind as we accelerated past the school and I felt completely exhilarated. My mind raced with all of the possible places we could be going and secretly I hoped he would take me somewhere private and ravage me. I knew he was the hit it and quit it type, but honestly it was Wilder Fucking Vaughn so who cared?
Not me that's for damn sure.
We drove for too short of a time and when he pulled into an unfamiliar driveway I was sad to have to let go of those amazing abs. Wilder slid off the bike first and without me even having to ask he easily lifted me off the bike. His ice cold fingers grasped my hips and I yelped in surprise.
"Holy shit your hands are so cold!" I exclaimed.
"Sorry," he laughed.
"No worries, thanks for the help," I said assuring him with a squeeze on the arm. My word his bicep was like solid stone... I wanted to drool.
"So where are we?" I asked as I followed Wilder to the front door.
"My buddy Scott's house, that okay?" he said opening the door and letting me go in first.
"Yeah sure," I muttered as I glanced around. It looked like a nice family home, pictures of kids over the fireplace, needle point pillows, and a fluffy dog bed in the corner. It was basically the suburban dream house the only thing that ruined the perfect image was the strong scent of marijuana permeating up from the basement. I wrinkled my nose in response to the smell. It's not like I'd never smoked before or anything, but I could never ever get use to that smell.
"You still cool with this?" Wilder asked seeing my reaction.
"Yeah, lead the way," I motioned towards the stair case.
Wilder sighed in relief and then happily led me down to the basement where we were met by two very stoned boys. Scott Kent and Jesse Baker were both passing a joint back and forth as they giggled at the cartoon playing on the tv screen.
"Hey guys," Wilder greeted them as he hopped over the back of the couch and took a seat. I stood there awkwardly for a moment before finally taking a seat next to him. The couch sunk in a little which cause me to slide closer to Wilder... I was practically in his lap. He didn't seem to mind though so I just went with it.
"Vaughn am I hallucinating or is little innocent Kennedy Rose sitting in my smoke den right now?" Scott asked grinning from ear to ear.
"Innocent?" I scoffed.
"The purest little angel of them all," Scott snickered.
"You smoke Kennedy?" Jesse asked after punching Scott in the shoulder.
"Sometimes," I shrugged.
"Bull shit!" Scott cackled.
I narrowed my eyes at him and wished I could pummel his stupid ass without losing my new cool factor with Wilder.
