Paparazzi

70. Paparazzi

🤍🖤🤍 Natalie 🤍🖤🤍

When I rushed out of the locker room, I was both afraid and embarrassed. I went in there to confront West. Not to get intimidated by him. Once again, he scared me off real bad. He did it intentionally this time.

I was walking with my head down. Angry and frustrated. As per his logic, I am not supposed to date his friends. But apparently, he could sleep and date mine.

The Audacity.

What kind of fucked up logic is that?

When Jacob blocked my way and demanded an answer. I was flabbergasted. It should have annoyed me. Everybody wants to dominate me.

But for some reason, I found it hot.

So hot.

Because it was the first time Jacob had shown me this intensity. Something different from his tender nature.

The idea excited me.

I have been touched many times. But never with this passion before. I have kissed other boys countless times. But never with this much intensity. His demanding kiss made my knees go weak.

It was unexpected. I have never kissed anyone in front of others. Even a simple kiss was always a private affair for me. But Jacob grabbed me as if he wanted to show me off. This feeling of not being a hidden secret is exhilarating. I never knew I yearned for it until it happened.

Last week, I was torn between how things will work if we start dating. Will he stop seeing his friends to spend time with me? It’s the last thing I want for him. Or will we sneak to places to see each other?

Will this be another secret relationship?

Jacob’s kiss in the school corridor washed all my doubts away. He knows what to do. For once I am not worried and have decided to follow his lead. After kissing and touching each other, for God knows how long, we finally pull away.

We dry humped and grinded into each other. I am unable to meet his eyes now.

“I thought this won’t happen for months…” I say, taking a seat against the wall after fixing myself. Still unable to look at his face.

He holds my chin to meet his gaze and asks, “Did it bother you?” He has an unreadable expression on his face.

I blink.

“No. I… I was just surprised.” I answer him truthfully. ”I had a different idea about our timeline.”

He chuckles, “Well, you are not alone.”

I stay quiet, trying to figure out why he asked if it bothered me, then I realize and say, “You don’t have to push yourself for me. You know that, right?”

He smiles and pulls me in for a side hug.

…..

When we reach our next class, Jacob whispers in my ear, “You are sitting with me. Don’t try to run away to the back of the class.”

It makes me smile and I nod. I am thrilled.

Millie’s jaw drops when Jacob pulls a chair for me and guides me to a seat next to him. I am sure many girls are throwing me a loathing look, but I am not paying attention.

We are in the middle of class when a notification chimes in many phones altogether. My phone vibrates in my pocket, too.

“For once Guys! Put your phone on silent.” Our teacher exclaims while writing on the whiteboard.

I pull my phone out in premonition. There is a notification from our class group chat. I open chat to see a clip posted by David. I don’t need to play it to see what’s inside. He probably wanted to see my reaction. That’s why he didn’t send it any sooner. This kiss happened almost an hour ago, after all. I don’t give him satisfaction by looking at him. I know many eyes are on me right now. I smirk and reply instead.

Me: ‘That’s old news. Let me give you the latest one!’

“You ok?” Jacob looks at me in concern. He has seen the clip. I intertwine my fingers into his, hold it by my cheek, and take a selfie with him. I would have kissed him for the selfie if we weren’t in class. I send our image in the group chat and type away.

Me: ‘Now stop following me like paparazzi, David. Get a life!’

Now it’s my turn to see his reaction. I see his smirk drop and Jacob chuckles next to me.

The class continues as usual. My hands get sweaty. Either it’s the thrill of what has happened in the closet today or an inkling sensation of fear that things will go wrong.

After a while, my phone vibrates again, and I see a private message.

Unknown: ‘You pulled off this stunt to show it off to me. Didn’t you?’

I know now he feeds off my fear and reactions. I have to hide my restlessness from him at any cost. He wouldn’t leave me otherwise. So I reply.

Me: ‘Probably.’

Unknown: ‘Cheap.’

Me: ‘Just like you, West.’

I reply and block this number too.