Hard Love

Chapter 1

As I rummage through my locker trying to find my notebook, I feel the presence of someone next to me. I glance slowly over to see a large muscular body beside me. 

"Oh my god, you scared the crap out of me!" My hand goes to my racing heart as I gape into the eyes of the one and only William Bronson aka Mr. Popular. His dark hair was messy like he just rolled out of bed. His hypnotizing chocolate brown eyes captured mine as he stood beside me.

"Hey beautiful." He wore a lopsided grin while leaning against the lockers.

"Um hi." I reply back trying to avoid eye contact. 

"You're Lexi right?"

"Yes.” He has to be playing with me. 

"I'm Will." He leaned in toward me. His nose was in my hair as he took in the smell of me. "Let me walk you to your class." He ordered. 

"I... I can walk myself. It's no biggie." I stutter through the words. 

"Do you not want me to walk you?" His eyebrow rose like he was annoyed.

"No I didn't say that!" I said a little too quickly.

"Then let me walk you Lexi." He held out his large hand for me to grab. "Grab my hand." The rough tone of his voice belied the smirk on his face.

I placed my small hand in his. His hand felt coarse and calloused, probably from football. His fingers intertwined within mine giving him a tighter grip onto my hand.

"Where to beautiful?" He asked peering down at me. I could feel my cheeks heat up. I'm not used to so much male attention.

"English with Mr. Marsh." 

We walked down the hall side by side. As we passed students, I could see the envious glares of girl as they noticed our joined hands. I could feel my stomach churn. He's the one who wanted to hold my hand, not me! I so badly wanted to let them all know.

We finally made it to my class and he follows me inside. 

"Thanks for walking me." I give him a small smile and let go of his hand.  

"Hey Lexi, I need to ask you a question." Jake, a kid in class, hollers from across the room. Before I could even answer back I felt rugged fingers grab onto my chin and turn my head. Will's lips crashed down on my hard. His kiss was demanding and harsh. I could feel his tongue try to gain entrance but I wasn't having it. I tried to pull away from the kiss but his palms that were planted on each side of my face wasn't letting me. I felt like he was laying his claim on me. When he pulled away, his lips went to my ear. 

"I'll meet you after class."

Oh f**k, what did I do. 

3 days ago

I don’t drink ever. I never drink. But I guess all common sense went out the door tonight. I mean, today is my 18th birthday so why not indulge myself. 18 years of being sheltered have finally taken its toll one me. Being raised in strict household where your dad is a pastor, there’s no way in hell he’d be okay with this. I guarantee if he found out about this my ass would be sent off to catholic girl school. But tonight, im at my first high school party and I’m going to pretend to be someone else.  Someone fun, daring and sexy.  

Instead of wearing my normal boring clothes, I borrowed from my best friend Willow’s closet. Her vibrant , rebellious style was the complete opposite of mine. She opted that I wore a black floral mini dress with a deep v that showcased my normally concealed c cups. My sandy blonde hair laid perfectly down my back in tousled waves. Finishing my look, Willow emphasized my chestnut colored eyes with a thick coat of mascara on my lengthy lashes. 

“Are you drunk yet?” Willow questioned while eyeing me with a grin. The buzz I had was strong, practically bordering the line of drunk. I was on my fourth screw driver of the night, I can barely even taste the vodka anymore. The first swig burned going down my throat making me gag. Taking another huge gulp I reply back. 

“Umm I’m not really sure? I feel a little different.” I giggle almost spilling my drink on the floor. 

“Yah, you’re definitely feeling it.” 

My eyes are glued to my best friend admiring her natural beauty. She went for a different look straightening her ginger hair instead of leaving it in its natural curly state, complementing her ivory skin. She wore tight black jeggings that hugged her hourglass figure perfectly, and a hot pink scandalous tank top. Standing next to each other we were complete opposites on the outside but also inside. Unlike me, she had a bubbly personality, outgoing and always the life of the party. Her cat like eyes observe me suspiciously.

“Why are you looking at me like you wanna jump my bones?” Finally realizing I’m totally ogling my best friend ,I quickly remove my gaze off her and start full on laughing. Like straight up cackling. Damn, I really must be drunk. 

“Can’t I admire how gorgeous my best friend is!” Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head giving me a slight smile.

“Okay, that’s enough to drink for you.” Reaching for my solo cup, she snatches it out of my hand before I can even say anything. 

“Hey, I wasn’t done with that!” I pout.

“Trust me Lex, if you drink anymore you’ll have the hangover of a lifetime and trust me, you don’t want that. Plus, your at a good level right now. Your not sober and your not completely wasted. You’re right in the middle, which is probably the best for you.” She’s probably right but I don’t feel like admitting it. 

“I feel like dancing!” I sway my hips a little to the beat of the music. The thing there was only a few people dancing, most were either standing around talking or making out with each other. 

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” She looks somewhat proud of me. 

Before I could reply, a hand grabbed my shoulder and roughly turned me around. 

Shit.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Gigi snapped. The way her nostrils flared and the deathly glare she gave me she was pissed. 

“Uhh ... well ...I.” I stammered trying to think of the right words to say. 

“We’re just having fun like everyone else here. It’s her 18th birthday. Give her a break.” Willow interrupted. She always has my back.

“Ohh isn’t that cute. Daddy let you out of the house for once? Shouldn’t you be at bible study or something?” She hissed while placing her hands on her hips. 

Rude. She’s so damn rude. Platinum blonde hair, tanned skin, lean body she was every guys dream on the outside. But on the inside she was a complete b***h. 

“Well actually for your information, bible study is on Sunday.” I say pointing my ring finger in her face. “So ha!” Lexie 1 - Gigi 0

Scoffing at me, she takes a step forward toward me. 

“Okay Lexie, how about this if you can make Will over there dance with you, then you can stay but if you can’t, you’re leaving my house. I don’t need any of you’re lameness rubbing off on anyone.” 

My eyes bulge. If she’s talking about the “Will” that I’m thinking of than I’m screwed. There’s no way in hell he’s going to dance with me let alone have me in his presence. I don’t even think he knows who I am or even my name. 

“Okay, fine. Easy enough.” I lie. There’s no way in hell I’d have the balls to do this if I was sober, luckily with a little bit of liquid courage in me, I’ll be able to do it. 

Fluffing my hair , I take a deep breath. Looking over at Willow I give her a weary smile. “Wish me luck.” 

Turning around, I face the crowd of people. Peering over everyone, I search for Will. It takes me a few seconds to spot him because he’s surrounded by his “fans”. William Bronson is everyone’s favorite football player. Everyone in this town worships the ground he walks on. Well here goes nothing. 

Weaving in and out of people, I make my way to his group. My eyes move over his bulky physique, dark hair , broad shoulders and a perfectly sculpted face. He was the definition of flawless. Finally I’m close enough to where he notices me. Before he can even make a facial expression, I grab onto his thick hair and pull him down to meet my lips. I can tell he’s surprised by my boldness by lifting his hands up. His lips are frozen against mine but he hasn’t pushed me away yet. I slowly move my lips against his urging him to kiss me back. Opening my mouth , he hungrily accepts my kiss by pushing his tongue inside. He wraps his big arms around me securing me in his tight embrace like he doesn’t want me to go anywhere. He’s attacking my mouth like a mad  man, and I’m absolutely loving it. It felt so wrong , yet so right. We were in our own little world when I could hear whistling and catcalling from the group of guys that surrounded him. Coming back to reality, I push myself away from his lips and look up at him. He looks down at me with a confused expression on his face. I may be drunk but I can feel my cheeks heat up from his intense stare. 

“Umm.. I gotta go.” I push on his arms and he reluctantly lets me go. I rush past the crowds of people and can feel there eyes on me. Finding Willow, I grab onto her hand. “I’m ready to go.” I don’t wait for her to reply, I pull her along with me and out the door.

“Did you seriously just make out with Will?” I don’t respond till we get safely to her car and get inside. 

I softly touch my lips. “I think so.”