Falling For You by Ana Fuentes (whitelam books txt) 📖

back up.
“Sorry mom, but it’s going to have to wait” I mutter. I walk over to my drawers and take out a white tank top, then I grab my paint splattered hoodie and put it in. I zip it up halfway. I look around my room for my rocker chick boots, I find them in my dirty clothes pile. I walk over to them and grab them, I grab some socks from my drawer, and put them on. Next I slide my feet into my boots.
I stand up ready to go. Then I remember I forgot to put some deodorant on, I rush to my night stand and grab my deodorant. I apply some, and spray some body spray also. It hits me like a ton of bricks.
Make-up.
I forgot to apply make-up.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck This” I mutter.
Then I go and sit down on my make-up table, and look into the mirror. My eyes look tired, no glint in them. I exhale sadly.
Why can’t I be hot?
Or at least cute. I mean my brother is all Hot, well that’s just what people tell me. And to be truthful it pisses me off.
I shake my head disgusted at myself. Why the fuck am I thinking these things?
I reach over for my black eyeliner, and grab it. I look into the mirror, and lock my brown eyes, with my mirrors eyes. I instantly think of Michael, and his own brown eyes.
Michael so sexy. Michael so undesirably hot.
I snap out of my trance and blink twice. Forget Michael.
I take the cap off my eyeliner and check it to see if it’s sharp. I make a face at the dull tip. I look around the table for my sharpener, once I find it and grab it, I sharpen my eyeliner. Then I face the mirror again, and apply eyeliner to my left eye. When I finish my left eye, I do my right. And once the thickness of both my eyes seems the same to me I apply some blue eye shadow.
“There, all ready” I tell myself. I pick up my brush and brush my hair. My boring hair. I pout as I look at my hair. I need to dye my hair. Soon. I’m getting tired of brown hair, I want color hair. Maybe purple. Maybe.
I hear a knocking on my door followed by screaming, “Fucken Zoin it’s time to go!”.
I take a deep breath. Mike. I roll my eyes before getting up and walking over to my backpack. I check to see if my report is in there, when I see it, I zip up my backpack and pick it up. I grab my phone and Ipod and shove them in my pocket. I make my way to the door and open it, I step into the hallway and close the door. As I descend down the stairs I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, and a pain takes ahold of my chest.
Is it Dylan?
I decide to ignore it. Once I reach the front door, I feel another buzz. I close my eyes and ignore it once again. I open the door and step outside. The light breeze hits me causing me to shiver, I reach inside my pocket and grab my Ipod. I take it out and turn it on.
I start my walk to school, with the song Bulletproof Love by Peirce The Veil blasts inside my ears. I stare ahead into nothing for the whole way there.
Once the school comes into view I start to notice a bunch of kids walking and talking. And for a second I feel envious. I never really had much friends. Dylan was the closest thing I had.
Maybe Michael and me had more in common than I thought. I reach the front door and make my way inside the busy halls. I walk carefully trying my best to avoid students.
And then I feel someone grab my arm. Next thing I know I’m getting pulled into a janitors closet.

Chapter 3

I feel a scream build up inside my chest but as I’m about to let it surface, a hand clamps down on my mouth.
A familiar hand.
I do what I can think of in time of panic. I bite.
“Fuck!” I hear someone yelp in surprise.
Gotcha! I feel a smile reach my lips. But it soon evaporates, when the next scene plays out.
“You have got to be kidding me Zoin!”
That voice. I know that Voice.
“Dylan?” I question. A wave of surprise takes over me, and I feel myself choke on my own air. Realization sinks in. I’m stuck in a dark closet with Dylan. Me and Dylan. Dylan and me.
Oh god, what will happen?
“Dylan?” I ask again. Even though I know its him, I feel as if I need to hear him say it’s him. Is that weird? Oh god, I’m turning into a freaking stalker. Fuck this. I don’t want to be known as a pedophile.
“Uh yeah,” Dylan mutters, “it’s me.” My heart beat instantly picks up on a faster rhythm.
“What-what do you want?” I ask him, hating the fact that my voice stutters. I can’t see Dylan but I somehow manage to know he’s coming towards me. So I do the most reasonable thing.
I move away.
That is until I feel the wall behind me hit my back. Ah, shit. I’m cornered.
I feel him close around me. And his smell overwhelms me. I close my eyes, and bite my lip. Suddenly his warm hand is on my left cheek. I feel as if it’s catching on fire, and when he starts caressing my cheek, it takes all I have not to let my moan resurface.
“You Zoin,” he mutters seductively, “I want you” and then his lips crash against mine. I become aware of everything surrounding me. It’s as if Dylan is opening my senses.
I become aware of the way he pushes against me, the way his thigh meets with my crotch. The way his right hand, rests on my ass. But instead of that being perverted, I like it. My arms react on their own, and soon I find them around his neck. Dylan presses harder against me, and I hear myself moan against his mouth.
That must be the breaking point for him, because next thing I know, his hand is up my shirt. Grazing my torso. Causing shivers to run up and down my body. His lips leave mine, and start moving down my jaw to my neck. My breathing now is too shallow, it seems like I can’t get enough air in my lungs.
I bite my lip as he buries his head on my chest, and kisses me like crazy. My thoughts feel like a train wreck, but I’m only aware of the sensation he’s causing inside of me. My crotch feels all tingly. And I gasp as I realize I’m getting horny.
What The Fuck?!?!
I cant be getting horny! Not in school!
I need to stop this. Now.
But just as I’m about to push Dylan away, his lips lock with mine. And once again I feel myself slip into oblivion. His tongue licks my bottom lip, and I respond by grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He moans inside my mouth, giving me entrance to his mouth. I take the opportunity and slip my tongue inside of him.
“Zoin” he moans inside my mouth.
“Dylan” I moan back.
His lips travel down my neck, and I shiver as he runs his tongue over my skin. I hear the sound of something unzipping, and at first I think he’s unzipping his pants. And at that thought a fear courses through me.
I don’t want sex in a janitor’s closet. Not in school.
I don’t want my first time to be like this.
But then I realize he was just unzipping my hoodie. I let out a sigh of relieve with-out meaning to. To my luck he doesn’t hear it. Or maybe he doesn’t care. Well whatever is the correct answer I don’t care. I’m just glad he didn’t stop because of it.
I become aware of the fact that he’s taking my hoodie off, and suddenly a thought crosses through my mind.
Does he wasn’t me to flash him?
Oh, Fuck No. I’m no slut.
I mean sure, maybe I’m making out with him at school, in a janitors closet, but-.
What am I kidding I sound like a slut. But I’m not! I’m a virgin to be more exact. Not like people would care. They would still classify me as a slut.
And just like that, I know what I need to do.
“Dylan stop” I say as I push him away from me. As if I’m a magnet, his lips keep coming back to my skin. Kissing me. Making it impossible to pull away.
“Zoin – I – had – a – dream – about – you – last – night” he says in between kisses.
Even though I knew about this, I can’t help but gasp in surprise. I just didn’t expect him to tell me this. To confess about it.
Not that it’s a sin or anything. I mean it was just a dream.
Dream. Mhm. That explains why I woke up half naked.
“You did?” I ask. I hear him murmur a yes into my neck. And the feeling of his lips on my neck makes me moan out loud. He pulls away from me, and looks me straight in the eyes.
I notice his eyes are cloudy, just like they had been in the “dream” I had. His blond hair, looks all tousled, but in a sexy attractive way. I find myself biting my lip. And a new feeling takes ahold of me.
I reach over to him, and pull him to me. I crash my lips against his, moving them rapidly in synchronization with his. A rush of lust takes ahold of me. I find my hands at the hem of his shirt, pulling it higher and higher.
Soon I have Dylan half naked in front of me. I run my hands over his chest and abdomen, enjoying the feel of him. I hear him moan in response and I can’t help but smile to myself.
It feels good you know, knowing you can please a guy. It makes you feel, Hmmm, how can I explain this. Like….like…uh…..um……okay I give this up, I’m not trying. All I can say is it makes you feel like your worth something.
Maybe living?
Nah, not THAT important. But close.
I pull him to me and start kissing his neck, running my tongue over his skin lightly. I hear him moan, and that turns me on even more.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
“Oh SHIT!” I exclaim as I pull away from Dylan as fast as I can, as if his skin burns me. I push him away and stand up.
“Huh?” Dylan responds as he looks up at me, his eyes half-closed. His face flushed. As if he was in a stage of ecstasy.
Oh shit! Did I do that to him?
“We need to leave” I stammer, pretty sure my face is slowly turning red, that is if it wasn’t already.
Dylan looks at me with a confused expression. His sexy hair almost, and I mean ALMOST make me say ‘what the hell’ and continue kissing him. Yeah. He’s THAT attractive.
“The bell just rung! We’re