Dahlia looked up as Keegan swiped the bottle from her again and looked at her as he took a drink. She smirked at him, and rolled her eyes, leaning her head way back until she was looking up at the ceiling, watching as bright pin points of the Christmas lights grew fuzzy and blurred together, unfocusing and refocusing over and over again.
“So…” He said in a whisper that normally would have gotten lost in her music, but he was sitting close enough that she could still hear him. “You think your boyfriend would get mad if I kissed you right now?”
Dahlia laughed. "That's all you want?" She teased with a smirk. "A kiss?" She laughed at the thought of Tristin getting angry, knowing he would. She could practically see the hair raised on the back of his neck earlier and all they'd been doing was sitting in the same room.
"He's not my boyfriend." She said with a smirk, looking him over. She wanted to kiss him, but she wasn't sure. Maybe she wanted to keep him hanging for a bit longer. Dahlia bit her lip playfully. "Yeah, he'll get mad." She shrugged as she stood up on her knees and moved over to him.
She pulled herself so close there was nothing but a sliver of air between them. "But for future reference." She whispered as she leaned in, lips next to his ear. "I like a man who takes what he wants. Without asking." She chuckled breathily and pulled away so she could see his eyes, leaning in like she was going to kiss him on the lips, but instead she pressed her lips to his cheek briefly before laughing and pulling away fully, standing up off the bed and walking over to the stereo to turn it up even more as the song changed.
“Out of all things in this damn world you don’t want me using you to make my boyfriend jealous?” She said, looking confused as she pushed him off her, but he just shrugged. He used girls. Not the other way around. He watched as she moved about the room, uncovering her window and flipping off the music.
On the outside, his face seemed to be unfazed, and maybe a little amused by the fact that she was irritated and had pushed him away, but on the inside, all he wanted was to pull her back into his lap and kiss her again. To touch her, and feel her skin on his, because that had been better than anything he'd ever taken.
But for now, he had to settle for the heroin in his veins as he leaned back against the wall her bed was pushed up against and watched her. “Just for the record…he’s not my boyfriend.” She smirked and he rolled his eyes.
"If you don't want me to mistake him for your boyfriend, don't call him that." He said with a smirk as she whipped the door open, revealing a very pissed Austen.
“Am I interrupting something?” The guy spat bitterly, looking between the two of them, and Nathan just shrugged and laughed as he lit himself a cigarette and raised it to his lips lazily with a wicked grin. He liked seeing Austen pissed and jealous, and was even a little excited at the thought of fighting him, knowing he could more than take the guy.
“Yeah actually you are.” Kenna said and Nate chuckled at her boldness, not even trying to hide the fact that they'd just been making out.
“Hey buddy, mind getting your ass out of my girlfriends bed?” Austen spat, his words directed at him and Nathan rolled his eyes.
He puffed out a breath of smoke and glanced at him ignorantly, not answering right away, as if he had all the time in the world, knowing it would piss him off more. "No, buddy," he sneered. "I don't think I will. I'm pretty comfortable." He smirked. "Your 'girlfriend's' a good kisser by the way." He said, gesturing to Kenna with a laugh. "But you might want to notify her that you're together. She just told me you're not her boyfriend."