Chapter 3 - Beautiful Stranger.

"I really should be going back down."

We are both lying down on the bed with our backs pressed against the sheets. We are staring at the ceiling. There are stickers or stars plastered all across and it is really the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.

"Another minute," he breathes into the night and my body listens to him. I don't think Jack is looking for me; he would've called if he was. He is probably enjoying his sweet time with his sweet sweet Camilla.

"Okay."

He shifts in the bed and I look away from the ceiling and at him. There is a dreamy expression on his face and all the feelings in me from just looking at him is confusing. I don't even know what he is feeling but I like the fact that he really wants to be around me. This boy is a stranger; I doubt I will ever see him again after tonight but this sudden attention is enticing.

"You know I just realized that I don't know your name. Do you go to Westerville Prep?" he is watching me but all I can focus on is his grey eyes. I don't know if it is an attraction because I have never been attracted to the same sex. Hell, I have never been attracted to anyone before.

"Nope" I manage to answer. I am in my head too much tonight. All these emotions that are stirring up inside me are terrifying.

"No wonder I didn't recognize you," he moves closer and his arm brushes against mine "Why are you at this party?" he adds.

"A friend got an invite."

He nods and his smile broadens "I saw you when you came in. You seemed so out of place."

Oh, so he has been watching me.

"Did you follow me?" I am not the slightest bit upset that he came here because of me. Should I be creeped out? I like the fact that he was watching me; seriously something is so wrong with me.

"Yes," a blush appears on his face and I realize that he is nervous too.

Does he like me?"

Is he gay?

"It's not what you think. I was just curious," he waves his hands in the air. I laugh because this is getting interesting.

"What do I think?"

"I'm not gay." he sits on the bed like somehow, he needs to defend himself. I don't care if he is. I don't have a problem with it. He seems to be in denial of himself as he adds "I just wanted to talk. You know with someone that doesn't know me."

I nod.

"I knew you were not really part of this crowd. You are different," he explains. I raise a brow because I don't know what he means. What makes me different? "There's something about you."

"What?"

He laughs and I watch him as his hands reach for his hair and he brushes the soft strands with his fingers. My eyes roam to his arm and the veins popping out. This looks a little too sexy to me. I am watching a man and I think he is sexy.

Wow.

"You ask a lot of questions." he reaches for me and I stiffen. He touches my forehead and I stay still unsure of what he is about to do "There is something on your face" he wipes it off and I release a breath as he moves away.

He seems a little too gay to me, so why is he ashamed?

"What did you want to talk about with a stranger?" I ask yet another question.

He lies back on his back and is no longer watching me. I am still looking at him and his side profile is also perfect. This man looks like he was sculpted by someone. He is too perfect to be real.

"Nothing really. I just wanted to be me for once."

"Why do you feel the need to be someone else around the people you know?" I ask him.

He sighs, his voice softens "No one will love me." he sounds sad and it seems like this has been eating at him for so long. I don't know what he is going through but it seems like he is going through something difficult.

I reach for him out of my own control. I don't even know what I am doing; I expect him to push me off or jump away from me but he does nothing as I brush the strands of hair out of his face. He closes his eyes and I watch this beautiful stranger as he takes a soft breath. I am caressing a man's face and it doesn't feel so bad. In fact, it feels a little too good.

I move closer to him and his eyes shoot open and watch me for my next move. I know what I am going to do; I want to kiss him. I want to taste his beautiful pink lips against mine. This is the scariest thing I have ever attempted to do and I hope I am successful "I know you said you are not gay, but I want to try this." I warn him before I press my lips to his.

Time freezes, it almost seems like everything in this world has stopped as I feel his tender lips on mine. This is my first kiss and if I die right now, I would feel fulfilled. He stiffens against me but I don't feel resistance from him; he wants this as much as I do. There is a longing in my action. I grab his shirt in a tight grip as he moves even closer to me. We are on the bed, in each other's arms and as our lips move against each other my world suddenly feels complete.

This kiss can be considered chaste at first, we don't use tongue, we don't grope each other, we just get lost in the whirlwind of emotions that have been fighting to come out. He breathes into my mouth and that is when I lose all control; he does the same and suddenly he is on top of me, our mouths move in sync as he presses into me. I feel myself as I get excited, he is excited to. This moment is perfect; this explains so much about me that I never even knew I needed to explore. All the anger in me, the hate towards the world. I have always had a part of me that was suppressed and now I know why.

The Beautiful stranger reaches for my shirt and I let him take it off. He takes his own off and those beautiful abs get exposed. I brush my fingers against them and he moans out just from one touch. Shit, he is fucking sexy. I am not drunk but I feel drunk. I thought he was drunk when he walked in but suddenly, he seems sober. He kisses me again and I moan against his lips. We keep kissing for I don't know how long. This isn't even about sex, no one makes that move.

The moment is ruined when I feel my phone vibrate on the bed. He groans out and I chuckle.

"Fuck." his voice is estranged. He wants me as much as I want him. I like this feeling. Fuck.

I check the Id and jacks face is on the screen. I hate his face suddenly fro interrupting this moment. I press the answer button and his voice blares into my phone "Where are you?" he shouts into the phone.

Why is he shouting?

"Are you ready?"

The beautiful stranger is watching me with a smile on his face. His pretty face is begging for another kiss. Shit, this is a lot and I love it.

"Yes, hurry up." Jack ends the call and I sigh out loud not wanting this moment to end.

"Your friend?"

I nod.

"You leaving?"

I nod again.

We both stand up from the bed and he grabs my shirt from the floor. He gives it to me and my hand brushes against his slightly. This is the moment where we say our goodbyes but I don't want to leave him. I want to get to know him, I want to kiss him again. He is too interesting to let go of.

"You know, you should show this side of you more often," I tell him because he might think pretending to be someone else will get him more love in his life but being himself and loving himself will get him the love he deserves, not the one he thinks he needs.

He chortles "Maybe if you give me your number." he is looking at my phone with so much hope in his eyes. I don't plan on just saying goodbye to him. I need more of this sexy sexy man.

"You have to give me yours too." I wink and he blushes.

He calls out his number and my heart skips a beat in the cages of my chest. This man is too good to be true and he is interested in me. This is all so surreal. I look at him upon the realization that I don't know his name. He is still a stranger and in some weird way, it is exciting.

"What's your name?"

He frowns "We don't have to share names. We could make this more exciting. I'll call you COD....you can call me something else."

I furrow my brows "COD?"

He nods with a bright smile. He doesn't want me to know his name. That much is obvious. He wants this to be a secret. He is too ashamed to be who he really is but if this is the only way that I can have anything to do with him; then I will take it.

"Yeah, because you were playing that earlier."

Oh, so he meant Call of duty. Typical that as a game nerd my nickname would be a game. So typical.

"What do I call you?"

He shrugs "Whatever you want. It's your choice."

I think and a smile creeps up to my face. I save his number and head out the door. He is still watching me as I leave. He stops me as I get to the door "What is my name?" he asks curiously.

I chuckle under my breath as I answer his question "Boxers Thief.." with that I walk out of the room with hopes that this is not the last time I see my beautiful stranger.