Legs Crossed

Chapter Three - Drunk Expermenting

My mind had just gone on a complete endless spin and my lips tingled with fire as my tongue fought hers’, my lips moving gently against hers with the feel of her hand slowly moving up and down my arm. My grip on her waist had tightened suddenly, my fingers urging to feel her skin under her shirt but before my mind could go anywhere else, she pulled away out of breath and looking flushed.

"I think I just proved my point," She said in a whisper, a weak smile fluttering onto her damp lips.

I just stood there, my eyes wide as I stared at the girl, I hated...but the girl I had surprisingly kissed back and enjoyed more than any before.

"I-I-" I didn't know what to say, nothing felt right to say. Even I was confused at that moment!

Not for a second did I doubt anything about myself...apart from that one time. That time I saw that girl, she was beautiful and every inch of me was attracted to her yet when she left, I was back to normal again so I just thought it was human nature, that she was just someone I wanted to look like...except...this...this just proved me wrong.

I wanted Flo. At that moment, I wanted her, and it was something I didn't think I wanted to feel again towards her.

"Dylan..." her voice turned to concern when she saw the look of fear and confusion slap into my eyes and taking a step forward, she reached out a hand to place on my shoulder but I moved back grasping the side of the couch. "It's ok...there’s nothing wrong with it-"

"You're wrong," I muttered cutting her off and looking down at the ground. "I hate you, and I hate what you just did. There's nothing! I didn't feel anything..." I felt like I was more trying to convince myself then Flo.

"You kissed back, that's something." She said standing where she was.

"It was just a reaction! It doesn't mean I like girls..." I was almost begging now, begging for her not to say what she was saying because if she did...it would make it real and I don't think I want that.

My parents wouldn't understand if I were....my sister...my friends...everyone...

My mind flooded with fear and reasons why this couldn't be happening, why I couldn't be attracted to women and my heart thumped faster and faster at the thought that maybe the reason I reacted the way I did to Flo was that maybe I do...maybe I do swing for the same team.

"Dylan I won't tell anyone." Her eyes had taken on the concern and her voice motioned it.

"Yeah cause kissing your sworn enemy isn't the s**t you want to be spread around, might just ruin your reputation," I hissed back narrowing my eyes and I saw her eyes wander away.

"Yeah...reputation..."

"And why can't it be you? You kissed me first for all you know-"

"Dylan just stop! For heaven sake stop denying it, it's ok that you’re confused but you’re trying to act like you’re not, like you’re a hundred percent sure."

"Because I am! And what would you know? You don't know anything about me!"

"I know that you’re confused about your feelings, that you MUST have feelings for girls." And the minute the words left her mouth I just stood there in shock. She was my enemy what could she know about me? Jack s**t that’s what.

"Get the hell out of my house," I whispered looking to the ground.

"Dylan-"

"GET THE HELL OUT!" I yelled and she simply sighed before leaving and I ran up to my room slamming the door shut and slowly sinking to the ground.

She didn't know anything...what could she know? I mean...she kissed me...I can't be.... I just....it just...

My thoughts cut off as I slammed the back of my head back against the door, my eyes shutting tightly closed and my breathing calming down as my hands gripped my knees tightly and fought against the thoughts that tried to force their way into my brain.

She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong.

Jumping to my feet I cut my thoughts off and ran towards my wardrobe.

I was gonna prove that she was wrong. I was going to prove to myself once and for all that she was wrong.

I pulled on a pair of ripped mini boy blue jean shorts not bothered to put on tights and a see-through white vest which allowed my belly piercing to show before jumping into a pair of ankle high black heeled boots and swinging my hair over my heavily lined eyes. Rushing down the stairs, I reached for my house keys and made my way over to Chess's. I decided to finally go to Jay's party. That way, not only can I prove I'm not but I can show her I'm not since Flo would be attending.

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"Um Dylan? Don't you think maybe you've had enough?" Chess asked worried as she grasped my arm keeping me up steady as the half-filled cup of Brandy tipped over a little.

"Nope." I sang back. I wasn't drunk just a little tipsy, so pronouncing words wasn't hard...but walking...damn now that seemed a challenge! "I need to find Jay."

"Why? I thought you hated him?" Chess asked confused as we made our way towards the living room, my feet tangled a couple of times but luckily, I had the chance to throw the rest of my drink in a plant vase before throwing it to the ground and attempting to sober up while we searched for Jay.

"Nope." Chess didn't ask anything else, instead, she just pointed him out where he stood talking to my sister and no guess, Flo too. I pushed Chess away and made my way towards him, my hand pressed against the blood red walls for support as I made my way towards the dark-haired boy in baggy jeans and a loose white shirt. "Hey Jay," I whispered into his ear as I threw my arms around his shoulders from behind as he placed his hands over my wrists.

"Dylan? You're talking to me now?"

"Course I am sexy," I purred into his ear pressing my lips to his ear and feeling Flo's eyes burn holes into me.

"Well then, in that case..." His words cut off as he spun around and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me over to the dance floor and yanking me hard to his chest where we began to grind to the music. "I missed you."

"So did I... especially the way you used to kiss me," I whispered back moving my hips against his and smirking up into his dark blue eyes. I saw his jaw clench and roughly, his lips meet mine...but it wasn't the same. I wasn't feeling the fire, the butterflies in my tummy or the urge to feel more of him.

In fact,...it just felt dull...

Before I was able to try more and try to heat it up, I was pulled away torn from his lips and my arm aching in pain. Jay stood cursing on the spot, but I was being dragged away, my head spinning as I saw Jay turn distant until I was shoved into a room and the door slammed closed leaving me in the dark.

I felt the cold brick wall against the thin vest I used and the side of my face as I groaned before turning and pressing my back to the wall.

"Crap." I heard someone mutter before a flicker of light came through the darkness and I was staring straight at a frowning Flo.

"What the hell?!" I yelled pissed.

"Just because I don't like you doesn't mean I don't have some respect for you." She shot back.

"What?"

"I'm not going to let you throw yourself at every guy in order to prove a point that won't be proven."

"Your acting as if you know me better then I know myself!"

"Because you won't let yourself know yourself you, i***t!"

"Well...I don't like Jay anyway, so it doesn't mean anything!"

"Look, Dylan, I don't care who you like and who you don't but until you do know don't gain yourself a reputation of a whore." I was about to say something back until I felt my stomach turn and my throat give warning.

I pushed past Flo and raced as fast as I could towards the front door and outside where I tripped over the last step and went hauling down onto the ground and pushed myself up on my knees. One of my hands grasped the dark green grass as the other did the same feeling it coming up but just before I puked, someone's hands had a grasp of my hair holding it back.

Their free hand had begun to pat my back and once I had stopped, I rolled over to my side in tears wrapping my arm around my stomach and pulling my knees to my chest.

"Come on, let’s get you home," Flo whispered, her hand gently wrapping around my wrist and pulling me to my feet before she wrapped my arm around her shoulder and allowed me to lean against her side as she walked me home. "Just get some rest and you’ll be okay," She finally muttered once I had thrown myself down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, my head thumping.

I heard her footsteps move towards the door and for the first time I spoke up to her like I didn't hate her like I never talked to her before.

"Are you?" I heard her stop walking, the floors silent.

"Am I what?"

"Bisexual or gay?"

"I dunno."

"So how do you know I am?"

"I don't know."

"Oh," I muttered and rolled over on my side. "Thanks for before…with Jay.”

"No problem." She murmured and I could sense the unease in her voice, but she wasn't the only one uncomfortable with the conversation. Although it wasn’t too bad now, not once I was drunk a little.

"What did you feel? When you kissed me?" I don't know why I asked that, but I wanted to know, right now I couldn't keep my gob shut no matter how much I wanted too.

"I dunno."

"You say that a lot."

"That's because once you say something...it makes it more real. You can’t ever take it back."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Depends on how you look at it."

"I still hate you; you know?" I heard her giggle and I couldn't help but smile towards the sound of it.

"I know."

"What about you...don't you hate me too?" I asked stunned at not hearing her say it back. I sat up, my leg over the side of my bed with on leg under my bum and staring at her wide-eyed.

"I don't really hate anyone."

"But you always say it."

"That's because I have nothing else to say back. And you do annoy me." She smiled leaning against the closed bedroom door and for that split second, I took in her figure. The way she had the perfect curve, the perfect slight tummy and the way her breasts caused her shirt to look lose around her tummy, the way her jeans hung perfectly from her hips and the way she looked rather attractive with her hair wild around her perfectly shaped face and high cheekbones.

Her green eyes shinned against the light from the lamp above her head and her lips were dark crimson plumpness.

I looked to the ground turning a bright red ashamed at how I was noticing her.

"Ok," I muttered hoping that maybe now she would leave but instead, her eyes had furrowed together in thought before she pushed herself from the door and walked over to me, kneeling in front of me and looking me straight in the eyes.

"Why don't we find out?" She asked a hint of innocence in her eyes now but confusion in mine. "You know, find out if we are? I mean, we're both enemy’s...kind of and we'd never talk about it again or tell anyone. We could just..."

"Experiment?" I added with one eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, we'd be helping each other out for once. And like I said...it would be like nothing happened." I sat and thought for a bit staring down at her needing just a bit more convincing. "Come on, you find me hot-"

"How the hell would you know?!"

"Because I just saw you checking me out." I went silent at that and went even redder than before. "And I find you hot so what’s the harm?" Ok, now I went red for the compliment. "Plus, you say you hate me so it would kinda be fun...to experiment with an enemy."

I guess it would make it hot...you know if I am and it could help clear a lot of things up.

"Yeah ok, but we never speak of it again," I say back. She nods and suddenly her hand was wrapped in my hair as she stood crashing her lips to mine as she yanked the back of my hair and climbed up straddling each side of my legs as her lips moved in sync with mine and her tongue raced across my bottom lip.