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Oops, my baby, I woke up in your bed
Kiara’s eyes darted around the room trying to gain her bearings, this wasn't her bedroom the last time she checked.
Pope Heyward’s 18th birthday had been huge, no surprises at all given the organiser. John B had thrown him a surprise party at the Chateau and all Kie remembered was the hot tub breaking down due to over, overcapacity, and way too much tequila.
Sleeping with someone didn't quite fit in with those memories. As she continued her visual tour of the room she was beginning to realise it was unfortunately familiar, especially those surfing posters on the wall.
She turned over reluctantly, her eyes finally resting on the guy sleeping next to her. As far as possible options he was probably the worst one. Not looks wise; this guy could be an Abercrombie and Fitch model, that much Kiara was willing to admit. But when it came to the worst people to sleep with, your best friend's half-brother was at the top of that list.
She pulled the sheet closer around her naked body self-consciously, accidentally rousing him from sleep. She watched as those light, blue eyes fluttered open and a rogue dimple appeared out of nowhere as his gaze met hers, his blonde hair adorably rumpled.
"Do you always watch people sleeping? I mean it's a little creepy don't you think, Kie?" He asked, his voice full of sleep.
"If you must know I was laying here commiserating over my choice of bedmate," she growled. "I know you've always had a thing for me but really, JJ."
"Says the girl who couldn't keep her hands off me last night."
"I'm blaming it on the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed," she shot back, trying to ignore just how good his unkempt stubble looked at this time of the morning. "Trust me, if we were sober this would've never happened, I have standards after all."
"That's not what you were saying last night," he smirked. "In fact, you were reveling in my standard-less company. I seem to recall a few cries of pleasure along the lines of…"
"I don't need a recap, asshat," she scowled, interrupting him. "I just need some caffeine and a hot shower and to forget this ever happened."
"I'd be more than happy to scrub your back, you know get to all those hard-to-reach places."
"Get out!"
"Last time I checked this was my bedroom, Kie," he replied, gruffly. "Looks like it's time to do the walk of shame. Although, you might want to watch out for Pope and Cleo on the couch."
Great, she was literally trapped. Now she was not only going to have to avoid John B and Sarah who lived there but Cleo and Pope crashing in the living room. Her only hope was his bedroom window and she’d rather stuff herself through the small opening than have to explain to her friends how she ended up with JJ of all people.
Sarah had only recently discovered her long-lost half-brother and for reasons unknown to Kiara her friends had immediately adopted him even with that overblown ego and self-assured sense of arrogance. And now she’d slept with it. So far she’d managed to dodge that bullet, unlike many other unfortunate girls in their school year.
"You know you could always stay, there’s plenty of room in here," he offered knowingly as he propped his head up on his elbow and patted the pillow for added effect.
"You wish, Maybank," she muttered while pulling off the sheet completely, wrapping it around her body and madly hunting for her discarded clothing. She was also trying to ignore the fact that he was now very naked without covers. "Remind me never to have the pleasure of your company again."
"Ditto, sweetheart."
She chose not to respond, taking her pieces of clothing into the wardrobe and slamming the door shut. It was probably the quickest she'd ever dressed, desperate to get out of this ridiculously awkward situation as soon as possible. She stepped out of the closet, straightening her wrinkled clothes and smoothing down some very knotted waves in the process. Unfortunately for Kiara, she chose that very moment to piece together a collection of stray memories from their night together.
It was a mad frenzy; clothes discarded at a rapid pace, tangled, sweaty limbs, hushed moans, his mouth exploring every last inch of bare skin.
He certainly had talents from what she could recall, not that she'd ever admit that to him of course.
"I'm impressed, most girls I know spend at least a good few hours getting ready."
“Well, I’m not most girls,” she muttered, heading towards the window and opening it.
"I’m beginning to realise that,” he mused, his eyes flickering admiringly over her body. "You know feel free to come back anytime.”
“Not if we were the last two people on the planet," she shot back, straddling the window sill and climbing outside wishing she’d chosen shorts and not the jean skirt the night before. Kiara had many regrets but she didn't want to add getting caught out to the list. The quicker she got out of there and showered her sins away the sooner she could forget what she'd done.
Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends
"You know, I'm really getting sick of your postmortem analysis," JJ groaned, placing the pillow over his head. "I understand once could be considered a stupid mistake but how do you explain six times?”
"Why do you always feel the need to revel in my misfortune?"
"If it really was misfortune I'm surprised you'd come back so many times for more," he drawled. "I suppose I should get dressed before you kick me out in a fit of denial, yet again."
"At least you catch on quickly," she mumbled, throwing his shirt directly at his head. "This can't happen ever again."
"Exactly what you said the previous five times," he joked. Rather than laugh, Kiara found herself distracted again, her eyes dipping lower and settling on his bare chest.
"I mean it this time."
"Well, here's a little hint for you," he offered. "These are my eyes, up here. Don't ogle me while you say it, I'd actually believe it if you refrained from checking me out. I'm not some piece of meat." She rolled her eyes at his usual lack of modesty. "Anyway, what's wrong with a little harmless fun?"
It certainly was fun, Kiara cast her mind back to the night before.
His teeth grazing her nipples, his fingers massaging her silky folds as he did. Kiara feeling all control slip away but not minding because she knew just how spectacularly it would end, it always did.
"You're arrogant, annoying, smug, and Sarah’s brother," she answered, by way of explanation. “Oh, and the 17th century called they’d like the word ogle back.”
"You really need to stop with all the compliments, Kiki, you'll give me a big head.”
"Too late and what have I told you about calling me Kiki?”
"I know how much it annoys you."
"Of course," she hissed. "So, what exactly are you still doing in my bed? My parents will be home any minute and I can't be held responsible if my father kills you."
"No need to get your panties in a twist," he replied, busying himself with his shoes. "Oh, hang on that was me last night."
"You’re hilarious."
"And here I thought you only liked me for my body."
"Oh, please just get out, there's only so much I can take of your over-inflated ego and it's stifling what available oxygen I’ve left."
"Always so dramatic," he quipped, rising from the bed. "So, should we just organise our next rendezvous or are you going to continue to live in complete denial that this will never happen again?"
"It won't' she promised. "Whatever this weird, messed-up thing is it ends now."
"Fine with me," he replied nonchalantly as he sauntered towards the door. "I have better things to do with my time anyway."
Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do
Kiara was extremely frustrated and confused, that much she knew. When she'd insisted it was their last time together, she hadn't expected JJ to agree. After all, she'd been saying it for months but he still entertained whatever was going on between them.
She'd suffered through a number of inane, holiday parties without the promise of seeing him at the end of the night and it was difficult, to say the least. She told herself it was purely because of the physical aspects but every now and again niggling feelings would appear and confuse her more.
What made it worse was not being able to talk to her friends. She could just imagine Sarah’s face when she explained she was sleeping with her brother but didn’t know whether it was just for his body or something more. John B and Pope would tease her mercilessly and Cleo would want to know every single, intimate detail of their sex life.
It was so different for her friends given they’d already found love while Kiara was destined to be their faithful fifth wheel forever but in actuality wanted exactly what they had. The fact JJ could be that person for Kiara scared her mainly because he couldn’t decide what cereal he preferred for breakfast let alone what girl to date. If he was even the dating type which she was beginning to suspect he wasn’t.
So, she'd made it her New Year's Resolution to completely forget about him and whatever the hell had been happening and focus on the rest of Senior Year while also getting drunk tonight. Like most resolutions, that had lasted about five seconds when he approached her at the makeshift bar Cleo had set up for the festivities in the Bone Yard.
The blue shirt he wore over his jeans was fitted in all the right places and did nothing to quell her feelings.
Kiara chose to keep her gaze fixed on the bar wondering if he was going to say anything as he helped himself to two beers near the keg. It didn’t help that her vantage point at the bar meant she’d helped herself to a few too many already.
"Thinking about who wants to kiss me at midnight, Kiks?"
"No, that’s more your speed to think about yourself.”
"I'm glad to see that stubborn, blind hatred for me is still well and truly present," he shared. "I'm a little upset to be honest, I thought you'd actually miss me. They do say absence makes the heart grown fonder.”
"Well, if you say so," Kiara slurred slightly, slipping off the stool and falling into his arms clumsily, her arms snaking around his neck. "You always did know how to take my mind off things, if you know what I mean?"
"You decided it was over between us and given your current state that's probably not the best idea right now, Kie," he murmured, although made no move to let her go.
She knew something was seriously wrong when JJ Maybank was turning her down for sex. Kiara had to get out of there. Fast.
"You know what, that’s fine because I'm leaving anyway." Kiara tried to walk straight but the soft sand beneath her feet wasn’t exactly helping matters.
“Kie, don’t go. Not like this.”
Even though she heard him there was no way she was turning back. As she eventually gained some distance from prying eyes the first thing she noticed was that the surrounding scenery was most definitely spinning, Kiara shakily placed her arms over her eyes in an attempt to stop the spinning but even in the darkness, it wasn't helping. The last thing she remembered was falling towards the ground and everything fading to black.
Now I accidentally know that you're in love with me too
"Where am I," she asked, sitting up quickly the pain ripping through her head. JJ awoke from his sleep on the nearby armchair, his eyes opening slowly. Even in his half-asleep state, Kiara couldn't deny just how cute he looked in his creased shirt and jeans.
"My bedroom, I'm surprised it isn't familiar yet."
She glanced down self-consciously hoping she was fully dressed and hadn't thrown herself at him in a fit of drunken desperation. Well, after the first fit of drunken desperation, she remembered. What she found was a very familiar, black, Ramones T-shirt which from memory was his favourite.
"I was the perfect gentleman I promise. You got a little sick and I had to change your shirt." Great, this wasn't embarrassing at all.
"But you brought me here?"
"What can I say, I didn’t want your father to murder me and I figured I owed you."
"Owed me for what exactly?” Kiara asked, still trying to gain her bearings. It was definitely the last time she drank that much in such a short period of time.
"Well, you know…"
"I don't which is why I was asking, Maybank." He pursed his lips before responding.
"Kie, you know full well why," he replied, gruffly. "When you asked me to have sex and then I said that…”
“Okay, that’s enough memory lane for today, I'll be on my way just as soon as I can get up," she mumbled. Could this get any more embarrassing?
"There's no rush, really," he replied. "I mean there's water and aspirin by the bed but if there's something else you need…"
"Since when did you become so considerate?" She drawled, noting the pitying look on his face, Of course, she should have known but if there was something she hated it was someone feeling sorry for her. "Look, you turned me down it’s fine, I was drunk so I don't need your pity."
"It's not pity. You know I'm not always the bad guy you make me out to be."
"I know," she conceded, suddenly feeling bad for judging him, "and, uh, thank you for helping me last night."
“Of course," he replied, his voice low and husky. She felt dizzy, wondering if it was just hangover symptoms or his close proximity. "Maybe we could…"
"I really should go, you know just in case Sarah decides to drop in," she interrupted, thinking this was getting entirely too real and her emotions were already all over the place.
"And we pick up exactly where we left off."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, Kie.”
“Well, obviously it’s not nothing.”
“Don’t you have to go? We wouldn’t want Sarah to find you in my room, I mean what would she think? Unlike some people I'm not ashamed about being seen with you," he growled, moving towards the bathroom.
That Kie wasn't expecting, she always assumed JJ was indifferent about their arrangement. He'd certainly never acted any other way, well until last night. Was there a chance he felt the same way about her?
"I'm going to take a shower you do what you want."
“JJ...”
“And for the record, Kie, the reason I owed you was because I didn’t have to kiss anyone else at midnight.” Before she could respond the door was closing behind him.
Oops, baby, I love you
It had been three long weeks since New Year's Eve and yes, she was in love with JJ Maybank but had no idea what to do about it. JJ was obviously hurt by the way she'd brushed him off and Kiara knew she had to make the next move. She’d spent too much time worrying about what Sarah and everyone else would think and less about her feelings. It was time she put things right.
It was a Tuesday morning and Kiara was walking through the school corridor purposefully toward her destination. His locker was at the opposite end to hers and she watched intently as the numbers ascended noticing him rifling through his locker. She felt the familiar nerves in her stomach seeing just how gorgeous he looked in those fitted, dark jeans, his white Clash T-Shirt riding up and displaying some bare skin she knew very well.
She approached his locker, coughing to get his attention. He turned curiously, his eyes raking over her body before settling on her face.
"I wondered where my shirt went." Kiara looked down at the baggy Ramones t-shirt she was wearing.
"You let me wear it."
"I didn't expect you to steal it though." Kiara noticed a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, hoping this was a good sign. "You might not want to wear that around school, quite a few people know it's one of a kind and, not to mention, my favourite shirt."
"A fact I'm well aware of, Maybank," she smiled. "Let them talk, in fact, I'm hoping they do."
"Oh really?" He grinned, slouching against his locker and crossing his arms over his chest. "And why is that, Carrera?"
"It's probably the easiest way to break the news we’re dating."
"Since when are we dating?" JJ asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Since I'm holding your shirt for ransom and one of my demands for its safe return is a date," she explained. "So, if you want to see it again, I suggest you adhere to my rules."
"I've never taken too well to demands but I suppose I could take you on a date. Although I have to say I'm curious as to what the rest of your rules are?"
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see," she teased, moving forward so that her chest was lightly brushing against his, all noise and movement in the crowded hallway suddenly blocked out and it felt like it was just the two of them.
"Well, not if I get my shirt off you first," JJ growled, closing the distance between them so their lips were only inches apart.
"I'll take that as a challenge then," she smiled, closing the distance and pressing her lips to his.
As she melted into his kiss, his arms snaking around her waist, she couldn't help but think how well their accidental arrangement had worked out in the end.