The Date Planner

1.12. The Number

My eyes instantly close up at the contact and before I know it, I'm kissing him back.

It's fire, desperation, anger, need and want; all in one at the same time. His lips move desperately against mine as I feel his hands cupping my cheeks to pull me even closer if possible.

I try to catch up with him while tugging at the lapels of his tux jacket as one of my other hands tug at his hair to pull him closer.

It's like I'm a deserter who has been in need of water for days before finally reaching its destination, water.

A thirst which just keeps on increasing as we ravish each other's lips.

His teeth pulls at my lower lip and I release something between a moan and a whimper which is probably result of all the sensations that are going through my body.

God, why have I been avoiding him, again?

That's when I knew all logic has left me. But who gave a damn when it felt so good.

Until a voice whispered in my head...

"No, not her. It's you. She can only dress you up, she can't change your face, your light, Jesse"

I don't know when or what happened after that, I just remember pushing Clinton away and running from that place as soon as possible; Clinton's voice calling out for me which I gave no heed.

***

Somehow in my mad dash, I found the restroom. I did my business, made myself presentable without thinking about what I did just a few seconds ago. And also ended up finding my way back to the place where the gala was actually taking place.

The moment I end up finding the gala, I roam for a few seconds like a lost puppy.

Unfortunately, I can't go back to Jason just yet, especially when I can still feel Clinton's lips on mine.

So I make my way to the only other person I can relax in the presence of or rant too.

That being, Liza.

Surprisingly, she has made herself invisible to the human eye as well.

Just what I needed.

I look outside in the hallway for her, thinking maybe she might be there.

And guess what, I hear some faint, familiar giggling and moans coming off at the far end of the hallway; a little too dark and hidden from sight.

What in the world...

I trail off in my head as I come to the sight of a raven haired girl and surprise, Liza. I cup my mouth from letting out a gasp at the sight of them drunkenly fooling around and kissing each other.

"Liza", I hiss from my place.

As soon as they hear my voice, they jump apart like repulsed ends of a magnet.

"What the heck?", Liza exclaims before shaking her head as if to get a clearer sense of her senses.

I pinch the bridge of my nose as the raven haired poor girl looks from me to Liza; not knowing what to do.

I always knew Liza was bisexual but I never thought her desires and wild thoughts would make her do this, that too drunk.

To say I was disappointed, would be an understatement. Sure she did stuff like that in college but now?

"Hey babe, where were you? I was looking for you", Liza smiles her drunk, free smile at me, having had noticed my presence now.

She stumbles while making her way to me and practically slumps on me, swinging her arms around my neck, clinging to me.