blackheart

I’m feeling super generous so you got it.

Man, you did have a good first day. It’s Winter, right? Need to know what to put you in as on my phone. You got any other special skills, other than gettin’ numbers that I need ta write in my notes section?

Lydia was well aware that she was frustrating him but she was going to figure it out her way or not at all. She wasn’t fazed by his look of disapproval because despite what he was saying, she didn’t want to be just some other bimbo his parents caught and kicked out. She valued what parents thought actually, as evident by how Liam and Austin’s parents loved her “Really? That’s how you reassure someone?” she frowned, her expression revealing that she wasn’t okay with that answer.

“What the fuck, Lydia?” Ben finally snapped, letting go of her hand to rub the tension growing near his eyebrows. His voice wasn’t loud, however, just sharp, like someone stabbing a very sharp knife into a tomato. He leaned into her, but reached past her to grab the Playstation controller, pausing the movie that was loudly demanding attention. “Why do you have to fuckin’ question everything? Were you not having a good time? D’ya not like makin’ out with me?” Pulling away from her completely, he once again sat with back against the wall, and ran his hands over his face. 

Tell ya what, since I feel bad —- I’ll give you my number then we can be at a tie.

But when I text you, then you’ll have six. Think you should make it your number and a friend’s, then we’ll be square.

Yo, I don’t work for that shit dude. I can make you laugh, but I ain’t about that hoe life. Bro, who says I’d use my teeth? I’m not that fuckin cruel man, legit.

Every girl wants to fuck me, don’t kid yourself. Some just take a little more convincin’ is all. At least now I know you have skills at givin’ head.

So you’re that kind of person. Okay. If you’ll excuse me, I’d rather not associate myself with someone like you.

Lemme get this clear, you don’t want to associate with me because you made a threat and I told you I wouldn’t stand for that shit?

A lot of thoughts were going through Lydia’s head but Ben was moving so fast that she hardly had time to sort through them. She wasn’t sure when, but she had ended up on her back on Ben’s bed, someplace she hadn’t expected to ever be in all honesty. One because she wasn’t this kind of girl and two, well, Ben hadn’t given her a second glance since, well…never. Now she couldn’t seem to get him to think of anything else.

God she was a tease. A total fucking tease. With her hand ever so gently tugging on his pants. Ben knew she wasn’t naive to what was begging for attention behind the fabric, and he didn’t try to hide it either. God, where had she even come from? Last year he had barely even seen her in the halls, and this year she was practically a walking, talking supermodel. He was sure she didn’t look like that before -- he would have noticed. Khouri on his arm or not there was no way his eyes wouldn’t have drifted to Lydia’s chest at least once. And her tits looked so good, and felt even better in his hand. 

You know, right about now, I’d rather stab your eyes out with forks than anything else.

Try it. I highly doubt your reflexes are fast enough, and I don’t think you want me to break your fuckin’ arms.

As best he tried to hide his annoyance, they were too close for Lydia not to see it and it didn’t help the situation. Between being nervous, she was also bit annoyed herself at his reaction because really, how easy did he think she was? Sure he was mr. ladies man or whatever, but she wasn’t one of those idiot girls that would sleep with him just because well…just because. Besides, as much as the movie was her favorite, it really didn’t set the mood for anything sort of like that right now.

Ben had completely forgotten about the movie in the background, even with gun shots and shouting, he’d all but drowned it out. It was just a distraction anyway, meant to get her to press up against him so he could make his move. And, like always, it worked like a charm. Lydia kissed him back like clockwork, falling into place in his bed exactly like he hoped she would. He fought himself not to straddle her and go for her shirt then and there, knowing that he was flirting with the danger of her pulling away already. And he liked the feel of her hands on his shoulders too much to want to see that happen.

I’m not a freak.

Yeh, yeh, you are. Weird as shit that you’d rather stab your eyes with forks than get laid.

Obviously. Have you ever met me, Ben? I’m the most innocent person in this town, perhaps the planet, even. Hey- that’s why you can keep a conversation with me, though. We’re both assholes. You’ve never done it? Dude, you so should, it’s real fuckin’ hot. Convenient, too.

Asshole’s my middle name. We’re practically kin. I sleep with too many fuckin’ virgins who are all about “givin’ themselves to me” and what the fuck ever, so they have to do this slow fuckin’ undressing of themselves. Rarity to get a girl who just wants you to fuck her hard, sometimes I think Kira might be the only one in this town. ‘Cept she usually doesn’t have underwear to take off when I’m around.