It's All About Reputation.

So, for the past 3 years, I had lied about my views on sexuality, choice and most importantly, love.
I'm now a Senior and I'm only a couple months and a few more lies away from the perfect high school experience.. And Alexander just has to fucking ruin it, doesn't he? You know what? I bet he fucking got me drunk anyway.

You're just being silly now, Jamie. That little voice whispered and as much as I desperately hated to admit it, I was just being an idiot. He wouldn't of done that. I let out a long, deep sigh and closed my eyes, desperately begging for sleep to overtake me.

I blinked them open again, but only to check the time. The illuminated red numbers on the clock beside my bed screamed 4:15am at me as I finally let sleep over run the rest of my thoughts.

***

"Alexander! What are you doing in my room?" I whispered, not wanting to wake my mom up, but still being surprised at seeing him resting against my door frame. I sat up in bed and my gaze didn't leave his.

"Don't talk." He whispered as he began walking towards me, his footsteps and my heart beat being the only noises filling my room, but both sounding so loud it could deafen me. I could almost feel the sound of his footsteps in the base of my throat, just like when you're at a concert and the bass drum is slightly too loud. My heart beat quickened as he reached my bed and climbed on, straddling my body.

"Alexander, I don't think we should-" I began questioning, but he ripped every word out of my mouth by attacking it with his own. The kiss was rushed, frantic and god-damn fucking sexy, and I couldn't help but release a muffled moan into his mouth. I felt his smirk against my lips as I pressed my hand to his chest, but not pushing him away. I twisted my fingers in the fabric and pulled him in closer to me, desperate for some sort of friction, anything, I didn't exactly know what. All I wanted was for him to be close to me, which he gratefully accepted and pressed his body as close to mine as it could get. But of course, this didn't just mean his torso, I soon found out as his ground his crotch down onto mine.

"Ughh, Alexander." I whispered, pulling my mouth from his to try and catch my breath, but apparently, Alexander had his own idea. He attached his mouth to my neck, gently nibbling and licking different spots, looking for a reaction from me. My breath hitched randomly as he found said spot and kissed it softly, sending shivers up and down my spine and causing me to whimper slightly. I had been doing well up until this point at keeping my noises to a minimum, but when Alexander's teeth found that one spot, I couldn't help but let out a long, low, and probably too loud moan, which barely sounded like one. It was more like a growl of some sort, but apparently it pleased Alexander as he clamped his teeth down harder and then, he did something that sent all of my senses crazy.

He sucked as hard as he could on that spot on my neck, no doubt leaving me a black bruise in the form of my first hickey. Small whimpers and panting filled my room as Alexander then began to trail his hand down my chest.. Pushing my shirt up as he reached the hem..

***

That's when I bolted up straight and out of my dream. "What the fuck..?!" I shouted into the warm air of my room, looking at the clock on my bedside table. 7am. Fan-fucking-tastic, I thought to myself dropping my head back on my bed and putting my pillow over my face.

"It was just a one off dream. Nothing more, nothing less." I mumbled into my pillow, annoyed at myself for the images my mind had created and, well.. The other problem it had caused and I had refused to pay any attention to. Hey, if I pretended it wasn't there, maybe it'd disappear. "Ughh!" I shouted into the fluffy pillow.

You've had dreams like this before, Jamie. Don't lie to me, I know everything you do. My head whispered, causing me to think back to dreams I may or may not have had. Most of them involving that kind of thing.. But nothing bad. Oh, no. Nothing weird or anything..

It's not weird, Jamie. It's normal for you to have a crush on someone of the same gender. It's perfectly fine. My head assured me, but at the moment, this isn't what I wanted to hear. "I don't have a crush on him." I mumbled.

Yes you do. You think he's beautiful in the oddest of ways.. You noticed his green eyes before anything else and it stopped all of your thoughts. You like him.. You know those little butterflies you feel? They're his fault, James... Don't be an idiot. You like him.

"I don't like him. I don't get stupid little butterflies, I don't like his stupid fucking eyes and he hasn't stopped my thoughts." I whispered. God, if anyone heard me I'd probably be sent to a nut house, ey?

Like I said before, it's useless lying to me. I know what you know, remember? By the way, you left his number on the table last night.

"I DON'T FUCKING LIKE HIM! SO SHUT- Oh my fucking God! His numbers on the fucking table!" I shouted a smile now over taking my pale pink lips. I was quick to hide it though, or at least try to as I quickly jumped (Yes, literally jumped) out of bed and ran down the stairs, into the living room. I stared at the small table for a moment before grabbing the small, pink folded paper and quickly opening it up.

'Call me when you stop being a prick. Lot's of love, hugs, kisses and probably a hint of tongue in there... ;)
- Alexander Lock. xoxo'

A smile crept to my lips as I finally agreed with my head on something.

Call him. That little voice whispered.

"Oh, I will." I replied.