Best Friends

17

"Are you going to Steven's party?" Jackson asks, walking into the bathroom and wrapping an arm around my waist.
"I thought the last one was our last high school party." I say.
"I mean, it technically was- this is our first adult party." He winks through the mirror.
I lean my head back on Jackson's chest, closing my eyes.
He lays his chin on my head.
"I love you." He says.
"I know," I open my eyes. "I love you, too."
"Dont say too. It makes it sound like you're just agreeing with me. Like you don't mean it."
I turn around and look at him. "Okay," I whisper, "I love you."
"I know," He smirks.
"Let's go to the party."
Jackson nods, but he doesn't let me go to get ready. Instead, he hugs me tighter.
I wrap my arms around his neck and stand on my tippy toes as he pecks my lips.
But that's not enough. I kiss him, deepening it.
Jackson's hands move below my ass and he picks me up, putting me on the bathroom counter.
He slides his tounge in my mouth, his hand moving up to cup my breast through my thin shirt.
And not having a bra on, he plays with me. Circling my nipples and pinching them softly.
He starts to pull off my shirt until I stop him, "Jackson, the party."
"We can be late." He says and I laugh.
He starts to pull my shirt up again and this time, I let him.
Jackson kisses my collar bone, then my breasts. Giving them both equal attention.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, leaning back against the mirror, giving him more access to my body.
His mouth roams my body, kissing, licking, sucking.
Jackson takes off his shirt.
Just then there's a knock on the door and it opens. Jackson has barely enough time to cover my body with his own before my fucking mom walks in.
"Shit. I'm sorry." She screeches, turning around.
"Fuck, Mom! At least give me time to answer before coming in." I say, putting my shirt on.
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that Katie is here."
"Really?"
"No, I'm lying." She says, dryly.
I run out of the bathroom and downstairs to see Katie on the couch.
"Katie!" I yell, jumping at her.
"Hi, Lex!" She hugs me. "What happened up there? I heard you guys yelling."
My cheeks Immediately go red at the thought of Mom walking in on Jackson and I. Luckily it wasn't anything more than our shirts that was off.
"Uh..."
"I walked in on them about to have sex." Mom says, coming down the stairs, and Jackson behind her, putting on his shirt.
Katie starts laughing and I slap her arm. "Ow!"
"Stop laughing," I mumble.
"Anyway, how's it been?" Katie asks.
"Since a month ago? Well, nobody talks to Maddox or Courtney much."
"That's not surprising," Katie sighs. "I'm not staying long, just want to drop off the ring. It was expensive and I'm not that cruel."
I can see the tears in her eyes as she gives me the ring.
I take the ring, and hug Katie tight. "I'm sorry."
"There's nothing for you to be sorry for, Babe. You weren't involved." She kisses my hair. "Although, I'd be very concerned if you were."She laughs.
"Katie!" I look up at her, she's finally actually smiling.
I miss this Katie. The one who makes jokes, the one who's always smiling and laughing. Maddox and Courtney ruined it all.

***

"I think I'm going to wear this one." I say to Jackson, holding up a complicated black dress.
"What the hell is that?" Jackson looks horrifed. "It's 90 percent lose string."
"You'll see when I put it on. I'll look hot as fuck." I smirk.
"You always look hot as fuck. But how the hell a I going to get it off of you, tonight?" Jackson says, holding my gaze.
Heat and electricity sparks through us. His eyes are full of lust at the moment and I don't doubt that mine look the same.
He starts to get up and walk towards me until I hold up a hand.
"Not right now." I laugh.
Jackson groans.
Just to tease him, I take off my clothes and get dressed right in front of him.
When I'm down in nothing except for my red-laced thong, Jackson is eyeing me like a hungry predator and I'm his prey.
His eyes absent of color, his pupils being so dilated.
I grab the dress from the bed and slide it on extra slowly.
"You're such a baby," I laugh, rolling my eyes as I get the dress on.
It goes down, barely passing my ass, while the entire back is open with nothing but crossing strings tightening the sides together.
"Could you please tie this?" I ask Jackson, turning around.
He comes up and does as I ask.
When he's done, his arms snake around my waist and he bends down, his mouth hovering over my ear as he says, "I don't really approve of this dress, but I'll let it slide."
I turn around and smirk up at him, "Because you can see a lot of exposed skin?"
"Nah, because I'm not controlling. I was just trying to be sexy and dominant." He chuckles.
"Well, then... You can be as dominant as you want tonight," I whisper, then stand on my toes and kiss his ear, saying, "I'm yours."
"Can we skip the party?" He asks, biting his lip.
"Too late, I'm already in the dress."
10 minutes later, we're at Steven Locke's house.
Jackson grabs a drink and I turn one down.
Alcohol hasn't really been in my favor recently. And it actually sucks. I feel sick at the taste of it, so I can't even drink it.
Jackson and I walk around for a bit, talking to his friends and some of mine. Talking about college or traveling the world.
Jackson leans down and says, "Wanna go somewhere more... Private?"
I smirk and nod.