She felt his hand slip around her waist, she knew what was happening, but she didn’t stop it, she should have stopped it, but deep down, she had almost wanted this to happen. The moment his lips touched hers she felt the passion and she kissed back, her lips tingling and she could feel him smile, causing her to smile back. There was something between them, something they might have never known if he hadn’t kissed, something she had never felt with any other guy and she was sure by the way he kissed her the feeling was mutual.
And, just as the quickly as he had kissed her he had pulled away and she knew he regretted it and that alone nearly broke her heart. It was true she acted at least ten year older then she was and she looked older, but she was still a naïve girl, who had just realized how she felt about Damien. She felt tears prick her eyes, it was a stupid thing to cry about, she knew it. In all honesty she felt bad, she had never imagined she’d be “the other women” in any situation.
“Don’t worry Damien, I won’t tell.” She said choking back her tears “Dustin’s a better kisser if that makes you feel any better” she lied “Don’t apologize, you know what I should get to bed” she said a bit harsher then she meant. It was easier this way, if she was the one to avoid him, like she had been for so long now. “I’ll be the one to run this time.” The words were something that said would only hurt him, he would be the only one who understood what they meant. She stared at him for a second longer before disappearing leaving him alone and jogging back towards the house.
Olive stood before him as if waiting for him to take her somewhere, he pushed past her harshly not in any mood to deal with her or anyone for that matter. He took off towards the house, his fists still clenched tight. He headed for the stairs only to be met by Nikota. He had to do a double take he had never seen the girl crying and he knew something was wrong, he decided against his normal insult. “Hey Nik you alright” he asked actual concern in his voice. She rolled her eyes, running up the stairs without so much as a word. He followed her example and slammed the door to his bedroom.
He had gotten little to no sleep and smoked his four remaining joints, before finally passing out for good. A bang on his door nearly scared him to death. “Jessie get the fuck up, Now.” The voice behind the door was angry. He opened the door to see Dustin, dressed in his normal attire, slacks and a button down shirt. “What the hell man, it’s fucking…” he paused glancing to the alarm clock on his nightstand “9:30, you gotta be kidding me this better be good.” He said rubbing the back of his neck still coming down from his high, eyes blood shot.
“The girls are missing.” He said worried
“both of them?” Jessie willed himself to wake up, from his half asleep state. More worried about Kitty.
“Yeah both of them, we’ve been looking for them all morning, think you want to help out seeing as your more than likely the reason Kittrina is missing.” Dustin said irritated.