I'd Rather Be In Love With . . .

Chapter Eight - The Perfect Distraction

When I woke I started to become aware of a slight pressure draped around my waist, the feel of icy breath wash over my neck and the feel of someone's body pressed against my back. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down at my waist; I was on my side on the.....floor? The next thing I noticed was the fact that my arm was resting on whoever's arm that was draped over my waist! I held in a breath, closed my eyes and counted to ten thinking this was a dream. But when I opened them the person's grip around me tightened slightly.

HOLY COW!

I jumped up screaming but ended up falling to the floor again as my feet tangled on the clothes lying around. I quickly turned onto my back and frantically crawled back until I hit the bed. Chris sat up and rubbed at his eyes before he looked at me with a 'what the f**k are you doing?' face on. Ok, now I remember where I am....but how the hell did I get on the floor!?!

"Morning...and um.....why are you on the floor?" he asked looking at me as if I was dumb.

"Why am I on the floor?! Why were you pressed against me!?!" Ok, that just sounded really wrong! "You said or more like promised you wouldn't try anything! Remember the whole, 'I'll keep my hands to myself' thing!?!" Yep, now I'm being stupid. Why would he even want to try anything with....me? Ok apart from the fact that he's a player and football and s*x is all he thinks about!

"I didn't do anything." With that, he got up, pulled on a shirt and walked out to the bathroom. I was left there just staring at the wall blankly. "Oh and if I did start something.....I would have gone the whole way." He said ducking his head in before leaving fully. Was that meant to comfort me?

I sighed as I got up and changed into last night clothes. I'm going back to my dorm and hopefully my roommate will be fully.....decent?

I just left not seeing or saying anything else to Chris, it's kinda hard to talk to your....crush. It's gonna take time to get used to saying that. Hey! I should be happy that I ended up on the floor pressed against.......

Whoops! I think I remember how I got on the floor now. I have a thing that when I'm in a strangers room or something, in the middle of the night I kinda....sneak close to the person, it's crazy I know but it's something that happens to me, I just don't usually remember it all the time. Great, now I feel like a bigger fool! Next time, I should probably warn him about that little sleepwalking episode.

I opened my bedroom door only to see, Sandra and gothic boyfriend spread about on my bed, thankfully covered. Well looks like people can't sleep on her bed but she can shag on mine! I'm so throwing away those covers. There's no point on getting into an argument with her, I treasure my head. I walked straight past them to my wardrobe pulling out a pair of hip hanging black jeans, a dark blue vest and one of those dark green cardigans that stop just after your breast and only reach your elbows.

I ran to my bedside table and pulled out some colored bracelets that I and Nicky picked up at the shop and not forgetting my fav trainers....oh plus my comb. I got changed in the bathrooms and headed straight off to class. There wasn't a lot more I could do.

Isn't it funny how I've joined the millions of people who have fallen in love with this guy? I always said I wouldn't know if I ever did fall for a guy, and the worse thing is that I fell for a....player. Wonderful! Not.

The class just dragged on and the only thing I could focus on was....him. You'd think to have a crush on someone would play out more fun than anything but nowhere did it feel like that. Deep down I knew there was no way I'd be able to be with him and I didn't mean that in a self-pity kind of way. I was friend zoned which I guess I was grateful for, not many people could say they were friends with Chris Rand, but I'd somehow also spent every minute with him just friend-zoning the guy. Plus I'm not like the girl he goes after....but I mean what I said before, I want my first kiss to be...special.....I want the person to want me back, and no matter how much I want him, I know he'll never want me....so yeah, that's why I won't give it to him. To him, it was a game, a way to help a mate.

That just wasn't me.

It wasn't how I wanted to remember my first kiss.

"Hey Fay, sorry but you so know what those mean right?" I looked over at Nicky as she whispered to me and then looked down at the bracelets on my wrist. I had six colors and I was confused about what she meant.

"What?" I asked shifting on my seat closer to her. She raised an eyebrow at me before smiling and then leaning in to tell me.

"They're shag bands, I thought you knew? Anyway, the black is s*x, the red is lap dance, the purple is making out, the yellow is hug, the pink is love bite and kiss and the green is oral." My eyes practically left my sockets and my mouth just hung there. "Oh, and once you put them on, you can't take them off until someone breaks them otherwise you get bad luck also if someone breaks one you have to go through with it or....bad luck."

SHIT! Why do I have to believe in bad luck? WAIT! What if he.......

I cut myself off before I would trail off into daydreaming in class.

"Thanks," I whispered back as I sat up straight and managed to somehow pull my mind away from the thoughts running around my head to focusing on what the teacher was teaching.

I need to take these things off as soon as possible!

Class finally ended and I made my way outside with Nicky. We were talking about some completion that only the popular girl would win, gosh college seemed more like high-school than I thought it ever would when we came to a halt outside. The whole football team was walking out from training, their tops off and slung over their backs showing off their sweaty backs. I swear I almost fainted when my eyes landed on Chris.

Well safe to say that all my thoughts of fainting disappeared just as quickly as they came.

The next thing I knew Candy was all over him. Her arms around his neck and her red lips plastered to his ear whispering an invitation no doubt to in between her legs. I saw the smirk tugging at his lips and like a puppet on strings, it tugged at my heart pulling it deeper into my stomach. My arm around Nicky tightened and she looked at me seeing my reaction.

I could feel my eyes glaze over. Ok I thought he was hot before and seeing him with other girls never hurt this much, so why is it now?

I don't wanna see this anymore. As if reading my mind Nicky pulled me to the library and as soon as we passed them I felt someone's stare on my back. Nicky squeezed my arm back as we stepped into the library and made our way to the back of the shelves with books towering above us where we were alone. "You like him?"

I didn't look at her; I was too busy biting the inside of my mouth trying to keep the tears from falling from their home. All I did was nod and then I felt her embrace me into a hug.

"I think it gets easier." She said pulling away from me. So your most probably thinking, why don't you take the lessons and then use them to make him want you? Well because I'm not like that. "Maybe...." she trailed off not really knowing what to say.

"You know what? It's fine! He's a boy who I can live without!" I said trying to sound confident. "I'm a grown ass woman, I'll get over this s**t in no time."

"Get over what?" I and Nicky's head jumped to the left when Chris walked over to us. I quickly turned to look at Nicky with panic and she began to shutter.

"W...well there's this....." I cut in as she looked at me for help.

"Boy!"

"Who...Fay....u...used to like...but..."

"He's getting married."

"How old is this dude?" Chris asked sitting down next to me, his brows furring together as he crossed his leg over his knee.

"Twenty-nine!" I said shifting a bit further away from him. But along the process, I was pulled into his chest as he hugged me. I wanted to pull away but ended up melting into his chest and letting my tears flow free without even knowing it. He stroked my back but that was all destroyed when Candy came running into the library screaming out for him.

He jerked away and looked at me with sorry eyes and I simply nodded giving him a weak smile. He jumped to his feet running towards her but he stopped just as he reached the corner. I was confused but when he turned back around and came over to me again I got that maybe being friends with him was enough. I mean he treated me great like this. Chris pulled me back into his arms and I smiled taking in his scent. I didn't even notice that he had pulled on his shirt again. When I glanced over at Nicky she was smiling at me sweetly and under the table gave me thumbs up.

"You know you could make him regret getting married? Right?" I nodded and pulled away from him.

"Yeah but....his girl was....sexy."

"Oh....damn I need to meet her!" I slapped his chest and he chuckled before getting up. "I got science now so....see ya."

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna take a skip on class."

"Oh, by the way, nice bracelets." He winked before leaving a very confused me sitting there and a shocked Nicky.

"Well, you've got work set out babe if you want him," I nodded in agreement.

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I made my way past the crowd of people that were grinding against each other or making out. Why did I agree to this? I tried shouting over the music saying excuse me but my voice just kept being drowned out. Dear lord, there's about a thousand horny men here! Where the hell is you, Chris!?! I swear I'm gonna kill you if I don't find you in the next five seconds!

Oh, right I didn't tell you did I?

Chris met up with me after the last class and asked if I would go to this football party they were holding for everyone at the college for winning that match. And before you ask, no it wasn't a date. He told me he wanted at least someone who he wouldn't let him get into trouble since he had this public interview straight after at eleven at night.

Apparently, it was one of the most important interviews of his career and his reputation depended on it.

I was about to scream out his name when I saw a bunch of flashes coming from a room across from where everyone was. I made my way over and pocked my head in to see him sitting in a black leather sofa. His hair gelled back and spiky at the top, his short-sleeved white top was half tucked into his black jeans on one side and his black sunglasses were hanging from the few open buttons on his shirt. Why the hell did he have sun glasses? I guess it was due to the whole making him look cool thing....and damn did he look cool!

"Sir! Sir what was your favorite......" My hearing drowned out as I focused on only him. I better get out of here, he seems like he's doing great.

I made my way back outside when someone wrapped their arms around my waist. I was about to scream when they placed a kiss on my neck and quickly moved their lips to my ear after feeling my body go rigid. "It's me chill, please go with it?" he begged before moving down and sucking on my ear lobe, the warmth from his tongue sending fireworks through me and the shock sizzling away at my brain. I closed my eyes and bit down on my bottom lip trying not to let a moan escape my lips. If I don't react then he won't think anything's up.

I nodded and then his hands unwrapped from my waist and held my hips, his fingertips squeezing slightly. He pulled away from my ear lobe and began to move me towards his BMW. I couldn't help but feel the disappoint leaking through my body, I wanted to ask something but from the way he was really trying to lead me out of here, I could see I was better off waiting until later. He opened the door for me and then stood in front of me as if to cover me from something.

"Look to the side and whatever you do don't look out your window until I say so unless you want to be plastered all over the newspapers." That's all it took for me to obey. When he saw they couldn't take a picture of me he ran over to the other side and sped off. "Ok your clear now."

"What hell was that about?" I asked gripping onto my seatbelt, still breathless from feeling his lips on my ear.

"They started asking questions I wasn't comfortable with and my manager told me to leave so I did, and then I saw you and well...."

"Used me as an escape?" I said not offended though.

"Yeah. Sorry," I giggled and looked out the window. It was good enough being close to him, I don't need anymore. I'm happy with just being his friend, he can date whoever he wants....but liking him more than in that way will be my heart's secret hidden desire...that I'll only look to when I need to.