Page 11 of Fast Break
Chanel’s eyes are tracking me, and I feel a bolt of panic as Trey leaves me to go flirt with Millie. I suddenly don’t know what to do with myself. I spy Vince through the open door to Marco’s bedroom playing on the PlayStation and I quickly make my way there to see if I can join him.
Vince is all too pleased to set up a multiplayer game and I am soon engrossed in Grand Theft Auto and have forgotten all about my girl troubles.
Unfortunately, Vince must eventually get bored because suddenly I am alone in Marco’s bedroom and the door is being closed. I glance up to the doorway, throat squeezing shut when I see Chanel standing there, head cocked to the side as she takes me in. I’m sitting propped up against Marco’s headboard and I suddenly feel like a deer trapped in headlights.
“I wondered where you went,” Chanel says, taking an artful step towards me, blonde hair tossed to the side.
I clear my throat. “Ah, yeah, just playing PlayStation.”
“You played an awesome game tonight,” she continues. She’s right in front of me now, only stopping to place a knee on the bed beside me. Her skirt is very short. I know that if she lived in my house my mum would have never let her out like that, but I also know that it’s not my place to say. Weird where my thoughts end up sometimes.
“Thanks,” I gulp, throat dry. I am trying not to look down because I’m pretty sure I will see a whole lot of things I don’t think I want to see. But I’m also not sure whether I should point that out to Chanel or if it’s something she’s aware of. I am worried it’s the latter.
“I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” she adds, twirling a lock of blonde hair between her fingers.
“Were you?”
“Yeah. I was hoping I might get you alone like this too.” She’s smiling at me, and she really is so very pretty, and I so wish I could like her like that.
“Uh, why?”
“Well,” she continues, a shy smile crossing her face as she places a second knee beside me. “I was kind of hoping for a kiss.”
“Oh,” I gulp. Chanel leans into me and I am unable to stop myself from backing away. Turns out there is only so far I can go but it doesn’t stop Chanel from following. Next minute her lips are on mine, and I think I may have frozen because this is always the part I don’t know what to do. I’ve been in this exact position a few times before but none of the other times have gone any better as I just kind of sit there while Chanel squeezes in closer.
I’m aware of her leg crossing over my body and next minute she is straddling my thighs, hands on my shoulders. Her lips are soft on mine but she moves closer, pressing her tongue into my mouth. It’s only then I realise I’m white knuckling Marco’s quilt cover, wishing time to speed up.
“You’re kind of shy,” Chanel quirks, moving away from me. I make some weird noise in the back of my throat, and she smiles in return. I don’t seem to have put her off at any rate because she squeezes down lower onto me, her skirt shimmying up her thighs way past the point of return. I can see everything, the scrap of lavender lace not doing a great job of covering her.
“I really like you, JT.”
“Oh, um,” I fumble, really not sure what to say now. I’m pretty certain I’ve exchanged barely a full sentence with Chanel in the few weeks I’ve known her, and I don’t think that’s enough for me tolikesomeone. But it doesn’t deter her as she slides a hand behind her neck and tugs on something, I’m not sure what exactly. All I know is that it is responsible for holding up her top because the material suddenly bunches at her waist, and she is most definitely not wearing a bra.
A slightly unmanly squeak comes out of me and Chanel grins. I have never seen boobs in real life before. I can’t deny hers are quite nice and perky, but I am a lot less turned on than I thought I would be.
“You can touch me,” she says, but I am still clinging to the bedsheets like my life depends on it and I know they won’t be going anywhere else anytime soon. Chanel just smiles again before leaning back down for another kiss, squeezing her naked breasts up against my t-shirt.
I know I should do something but I’m actually kind of frozen in place. Of course, that’s when my mind decides to do its usual backflip and I am suddenly imagining Quinn in my place, Jace straddling his waist and their tongues tussling together. Unlike me, Quinn knows what to do, his hand on Jace’s hip, the other gripping the long strands of his hair while Jace grinds down on him. I am both turned on and repulsed by the images assaulting my head and I squirm underneath Chanel.
I manage to snap out of it when Chanel starts moving her hand down my chest. I know where she is heading, and I know I have to stop her. Because she is going to find a very disinterested appendage down there. I’m soft as a bag of feathers and I’m pretty sure my balls have retreated inside me and nothing is changing that status tonight. I panic as I grab her fingers just as she makes it to my waistband.
“Um, I don’t really think …” I choke out. “I mean, I don’t really want to go any further.”
“Are you sure?” Chanel asks, pouting down at me as her fingers flex against my abs. “I’m down for anything.”
“No. Not tonight,” I say, finally finding that voice I needed five minutes ago.
“Okay. That’s cool,” she agrees. She’s still completely topless and I kind of want to sink into the ground but Chanel must finally catch on that nothing is going to be happening between us tonight. She sighs as she re-ties the straps of her top and then climbs off my lap, smoothing down her tiny skirt as she goes.
“Let me know if you change your mind,” she says, not quite as deterred as I hoped she might be by this most awkward of encounters. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yep. See you round,” I reply. I wait until the door closes behind her before I let out a deep breath, head hitting the backboard.
And then I sit here, just me, wondering how I am meant to get out of this now.
CHAPTER 6
quinn
