“Hey, princess, I’m the one blackmailing you. If you had any dirt on me, I wouldn’t care who you told. Besides, what could I possibly need to change?” He sat down on the couch behind him, relaxed and unconcerned.
“Uh, I don’t know,” I challenged sarcastically, “how about the fact that this is your third high school and you’re a selfish punk who disappoints your parents regularly?”
“Well, there you go. I’m already changing my ways. I’m doing the selfless thing of seeing to your happiness. I already feel better about myself. Maybe you and your being responsible will rub off on me.” He was so full of it. “Actually, I like the idea of any part of you rubbing on me.”
“Pig,” I mumbled loudly enough for him to hear.
“So, have you broken up with Josh yet?” he asked abruptly.
“No, not yet.” And I wasn’t looking forward to it.
“Well, there’s our first order of business. Call Josh right now and dump his date-raping ass.”
This was something I knew I’d to do anyways, so I didn’t mind doing what Caleb was deluded enough to think were orders. Trying to come off as blasé about the whole thing, I grabbed my phone and dialed Josh.
He picked up after two rings and immediately started apologizing, “Hey babe, I’m so sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have drunk so much at the party. You know I love you more than life and would never hurt you. I need to see you. Can I come pick you up?”
I stared at Caleb as I said, “Josh, I’m breaking up with you. It’s over.”
Josh began protesting the breakup like I’d expected, telling me we were meant to be together. He didn’t let me get a word in edgewise. Caleb made motions for me to hang up, but I felt so bad because Josh was crying about how much he loved me.
While I waited patiently for Josh to finish talking, Caleb barked loudly so Josh could hear, “Gianna, baby, come back to bed, I need to feel your body against mine again.”
Holy crap! Josh’s waterworks turned off fast. “Gianna, who the fuck was that? Are you fucking someone else? You haven’t even fu-” I quickly hung up before he could finish his rant.
I should’ve been pissed and tried my hardest to keep from laughing, hitting Caleb in the shoulder. “What the hell, Caleb? Do you want him to go all psycho on me?”
Catching me off guard he pulled me down onto his lap. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you, princess.” I struggled to get out of his arms, but he held me in place for his kiss.
Dammit, I didn’t want to kiss him, but my lips had a mind of their own. I weaved my fingers through the black hair at the back of his head and pulled it lightly. His kisses moved from my mouth to my neck. “I hate you,” I reminded him and myself, but it sounded husky and weak to my ears.
His grin against my neck irritated me. “I know, princess. Hate me some more, I’m enjoying it.” I pulled his head up by his hair and kissed him aggressively.
Caleb drew back with a hesitant expression on his face. Making a decision, he picked me up and carried me down the hall to a bedroom. “Caleb?”
He laid me on the bed and followed me down, bracing himself on elbows. We resumed kissing and I knew I should push him off me, but it felt so good. He did say I needed to start doing things I wanted to do. At the moment, this was what I wanted to do. It didn’t matter that I hated Caleb. The stupid, sexy delinquent was turning me on against my own will. Still meeting his lips with my own, I inched my hands under the back of his shirt. He had one hand on my hip and the other behind my neck, rubbing lightly.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned.
That snapped me right out of my lust haze. He was simply another person wanting something from me because I was beautiful. Coming to my senses, I pushed him off me. “Ugh, get off me!” I didn’t care how expertly he kissed anymore.
“What?” Caleb chuckled, studying my scowl. “I don’t hear that often.”
“That too! Thanks for reminding me what a manwhore you are!” Using my legs, I thrusted him away from me.
He kneeled on the edge of the bed with one leg on the floor behind him. “You’re so mean to me. What’d I ever do to you?” His playing at being hurt was almost cute, but I had to stay strong and remember that everything he did had been used on a legion of girls before me.
“You’re arrogant and obnoxious and I hate you!”
His look said, oh really? “Do you make out with all the guys you hate?”
I covered my eyes with one hand, regretting not running away the second I spotted him tonight. “No, just you.” While my eyes were covered he took advantage and his lips came back to mine. My traitor lips greeted him like an old friend.