Unexpected - Pamela (best mystery novels of all time TXT) 📗

upper arms and keeps me up. Luckily, I didn't have a drink either, or that would've spilled on the carpet.
"Are you okay?" A deep voice yells over to me. I start to nod, but freeze when I look at the person. Evan. Evan Pena. One of the Populars. I know I should yank myself out of his grasp. I can't though. I can't stop staring at his gorgeous face. I breath in deep and take in his features.
A strong jaw line, full lips perfect for kissing. A straight nose, and piercing blue eyes. Curved eyebrows to match his dark brown hair that sits on top of his head in spikes. I know he's waiting for an answer, but my voice is still gone. Have I gone mad?

(Evan P.O.V.)

She's still staring at me. I can't help but stare back, my question mostly forgotten. Her long brown hair was curled and down, cascading down her slim face. She has elegant eyebrows and vivid green eyes. A cute button nose, and big pink lips. Her skin looks soft and smooth and I long to touch it. But, I can't I wish I could. Why?
"Want to dance?" I blurt out stupidly, unable to stop myself. Luckily, she nods and sets down her plastic cup and I hold out my suddenly damp hand, and she takes it.
I take her hand and let her go before me. I'm so excited... and a little nervous. I've wanted to dance with her since she shuffled. She's a great dancer. Me, not so much. In My Head plays.
Now I'm extra nervous. My palms are sweaty as I put them on her hips. She puts her arms around my neck and starts playing with my hair. Does she know how much that turns me on? A glint in her eyes tell me she does. Well, two can play at that game. I grab her hips and push them into mine. She gasps and then grinds against me. That move makes me groan and tilt my head back. Her hips start moving in a rythm that goes with the song. She smirks.
I can't hold it in anymore. My gaze goes to her lips, and I close the distance between us. She's shocked, but she doesn't resist. My arms pull her tighter to me, and she grips my biceps, pulling me closer as well. Her lips are so soft, and so inviting. I bite her full bottom lip, asking for enterance, which she gratefully granted me. My tongue slides in and collides with hers, and I moan with pleasure.
We pause for air, and her eyes are hooded with desire. I'm sure mine are too. I grab her leg and hitch it up to my hip, and push myself against her. She groans and bites her lip. She grabs my neck and forcefully pulls me back against her lips, Oh, yeah... tonight's going to be interesting.
Hazy Memories

(Luce P.O.V.)

I open my eyes, and the light is so bright that I groan and turn away. A flowery design comes into view, and a tan muscled chest. My eyes pop open really wide, and I try to get up to figure out my surroundings. By the dizziness I feel, I can tell it wasn't my best choice to do that.
"Luce? What time is it?" A familiar, and deep voice asks from behind me. I freeze, then take a deep breath and turn slowly to the person behind me. Whoever this person was, he still had his jeans on, but no shirt, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was only Evan.
Evan... what the hell? I look back to myself and am satisfied when I see that I'm fully dressed, well without my shoes, but that's just fine. My mind suddenly remembers that he asked me what time it was. "Uhh... I don't know, let me check." I say to him, and fetching my iPhone from my front pocket. It was 2:49 p.m. Damn, I was asleep for that long? "2:50." He sighs, and sits up beside me.
"Damn, I was asleep for that long?" He asks me, and I smile. The bed is soft and bouncy under my hands, and I picture Irene sprawled out on the hard floor by herself. It makes me feel guilty.
I scoot to the end of the bed, and put my feet on the floor. "Where's Irene?" I ask Evan as I look over the room. People are sleeping on the floor, some even on top of someone else. But, in that pile of drunken people, I didn't find the one person I was looking for.
He shrugs, as he comes to sit beside me once again. "I dunno... want to go look around with me?" He asks me, and I find myself nodding. He stands up and extends a hand to me, and I take it. We step over almost everyone, and we're the only two people up. Then I find her. I laugh lightly at her position. She slept sitting up, with her head leaning to one side. Ouch, her neck is going to really hurt when she tries to move it. I know, I've slept like that, too.
To get rid of this awkward silence, I ask Evan a question that's been on my mind. "So, what happened last night? Did I pass out or something?" I purposely leave out the memory or him shoving his tongue down my throat and me returning it.
He laughs attractively, and shakes his head. "We were dancing... and kissing. We moved to the bedroom we were just in, and then you just," he drops his head. "passed out." I moan, and look away, to anything but him. Of course, I should've known he would be forward enough to admit what happened between us.
I swallow, which makes my throat burn, because I'm super thirsty. He notices that, and takes me to the kitchen, and pours me a glass of water. I take it and drink it greedily, before thanking him. When he refills it for me, I say, "Uhmm... we kissed... I remember that, but... we were going to..? If I didn't pass out, were we going to... y'know," I start to blush and he smiles.
He hands it to me, and then shrugs. "I don't know. I just remember that, urgent, need to..." he trails off, and doesn't continue. I'm grateful for him doing or NOT doing that. I chug the water and start to go over to Irene, when he grabs my arm,, pulling me back to him. "I think I still feel that urgent need, Luce."
I freeze, and stop breathing. Well... that was unexpected. Evan looks at me, his eyes hooded with leftover desire for me. My breath hitches up a few notches. I'm stuck standing here, in front of him, and in front of Irene, unsure which to go to. I choose Irene.
His face is coming closer to mine, and I pull out of his grasp. "Well, I'm flattered, really..." I say while I make my way over to Irene, and smack her lightly on the cheek while saying, "Irene, come on, let's go." I stand up and return the glass to him. "But, that can't happen again, you know that, right?"
Evan chuckles and looks at me questionally. "Why can't it happen again?" He asks me and I duck my head, avoiding all eye contact with him. While Irene groans and shifts, I laugh at him and at her.
"Because... we're in different cliques. And the Popular's hate me. Ever since they offered me a spot with them, and I refused, we've been enemies ever since. They would probably literally kill me if they knew what happened between us last night... Plus, we were drunk. Well, I was drunk, I really don't know if YOU were." I explain to him, and he looks kind of shocked. Like he wasn't expecting for me to say that.
Irene wobbly gets up, and leans up against the wall. "Luce, I want to go home." She whines, and I sigh. "Okay, well I'm ready, get your shoes on, and we can go." I say to her and she nods, and sits down again, while she very slowly puts her shoes back on.
I look down and realize I was mostly lying. "Oh, crap, my shoes. Where are they?" I ask Evan, and he nods to the bedroom. I head over there, and he follows me.
On the way, he continues his questions. "They wanted you to be with them? That's weird, they seem to hate you. Always talking about how a bitch, and a slut you are." He mutters to himself, and my mouth pops open, but, I'm not really that surprised. He shrugs. "Sorry. I guess it makes sense now. So... you don't anyone to know what happened last night? I can't tell anyone?" He asks me, raising an eyebrow.
My shoes are in a corner, and I pick them up and began to stuff my feet in. "You can tell, but I'd prefer you don't. If they come to me, and start harrassing me... I will make your life," I threat, coming to him, and poke him in the chest. "a living hell." I finish, but he doesn't look scared. He looks amused.
"Is that a threat?" He asks me, smiling widely. I shake my head, and whisper in his ear, "It's a promise." Then I leave the room. While I step over random people, hazy memories of the previous night flash inside of my head. It was fun. Until Evan had to ruin it. Well, he didn't ruin it until the next day, but... what if everyone saw us? Ughh...

Once Irene and I are at her house, we collapse on her Queen sized bed, and pass out. I dream of Evan. I dream of kissing him. I dream of finishing what we had started at