12The Hockey Players
Diabolical Plans
KiiwiiShortCake
Ian then put his arm around my shoulder, as if it was the most normal of things, and started to explain their little plan. Having seen me talking to Boring over there, which was a feat in itself supposedly, was the inspiration that got his mind reeling into creating such a simple yet diabolical plan.
Which consisted of me stealing Sebastian's first kiss.
For educational purposes only, of course.
" He needs to know what it feels like Aisha."
If I were any less inebriated, I would've straight away scoffed at his despicably cheap convincing methods.
Alas I was not, any less inebriated that is, therefore after having mulled it over in my drunken state, I came to the conclusion that it didn't seem like a completely bad idea.
I mean who better to give him his first kiss than Aisha Blanche, School President and class hippie.
That sounded a bit boastful, didn't it? Rest assured that it doesn't happen oh so often. And I wasn't a true hippie either , I promise my legs were as smooth as they came, I just had hippie-esk ideals, to put it lightly.
" Well, he did say that I was pretty." I muttered, convincing myself even further.
" All the more reason to!" Ian and Enn chimed in together. They both looked so ecstatic, I couldn't possibly let them down.
Besides, Seb was single, so it wasn't going to hurt anyone, now was it?
What did I have to lose ?
A little voice in the back of my head, sounding suspiciously like Leila, whispered that I had my integrity to lose, kissing random boys in drunken high school parties, what would people think of me?
My conscience was trying to kick in through my alcohol induced mind, but my mind, with it's X labelled bottle in hand, would have none of that.
Fuck that, it said, you're only going to be 17 once.
And that settled it.
Just as I was about to head over to my target, Price stood in my way.
" I want in." looking up at him quizzically, I asked him what he was talking about.
" You three are planning something, I want to be part of it !" He squealed practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, he gave me one of his most brilliant smiles.
Now this is what I'd call a true happy drunk!
"That's a pretty necklace, by the way" he added, looking down my purple and grey v-neck sweater. As if suddenly noticing where his eyes were lingering, he looked up at my face, smiling sheepishly.
I liked his smile, very honest looking. If that made sense.
" Thanks, it represents my zodiac sign." Taking a closer look, recognition seemed to flicker across his face.
"You're an Aquarius?" nodding in assent, I raised an eyebrow questioningly, impressed that he knew what an Aquarius' sign looked like.
"So am I!" he exclaimed, taking hold of my upper arms, as if it was just too good to be true.
It was pretty cool though, the coincidence that is.
" Wow, how crazy is that." I replied just as enthusiastically.
Ian then came over and explained what we were planning. Was he telling everyone? So much for it being secretive. Dismissing the thought, I headed over towards Sebastian, followed by the others, and we all sat around him on little emerald coloured silk poufs. After a couple minutes of small talk Ian brought up our plan, albeit subtly.
" So Seb, when was the last time you kissed a girl?" looking over at Ian like he had just grown a hand shaped tumour on the side of his face, he completely ignored the question. But dearest Ian Henderson wasn't letting up.
"Ah man don't tell me you still haven't done at least that." Sebastian then gave him one of those- what the hell man you should know better than most -looks. Ian most probably did, considering the fact that he was one of his best friends.
Completely unflustered by the glares he was receiving, he turned towards me, an inquisitorial gleam in his eyes, replacing his usual goofy facial expression.
"Why don't you do the honours Aisha?"
Holding in my giggles, I turned towards Naomi, who had on a look that screamed mischief.
The plan was in motion!
"I don't know. Should I ?" Looking over towards Simioni, I took note of his lack of objection.
That was good, wasn't it?
" No you shouldn't actually." Vincent of all people butted in. What the hell, he was in on the plan.
" Why is that, exactly" asked Naomi, voicing my thoughts.
" Because, someone's first kiss should be incredibly magical, and should be shared with a magical person."
" What're you trying to say, that I'm not a magical person?" I said in the same time as Naomi, who started protesting about how damned magical I was and that he just didn't know.
" Ash is so magical, like she's the most magical person you'd ever meet!" laughing at her drunken stupidity I looked over at Price, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
I seemed to be doing that often, with him.
"You're not his magical person, no."
"Oh really?" that was about when I leaned over towards Sebastian and kissed the daylights out of him. It was actually incredibly sweet and slightly tentative. I mentally told myself to give him some time to adjust to the sensation of being kissed. What surprised me though, was that he was the one to swipe his tongue across my bottom lip, first. Nibbling on his upper lip, I then tangled my tongue with his own.
It was getting pretty heated before someone wrenched me completely away, making me fall flat on my ass. I then felt someone squirming beneath me, and it was none other than Alexia.
What was wrong with this girl.
Slightly disappointed with the sudden turn of events, I sat back down on one of the little poufs situated in front of Sebastian, next to Vincent and Naomi who was sitting on Ian's lap. Alexia went back to wherever she had come from.
" Wow Ash you are my new hero" grinning at Ian's comment, I leant my head on Vincent's shoulder randomly, slowly sipping the drink that someone had just handed over to me.
Mmm, Mojito on the rocks.
"No sweat."
We continued on our conversation as if nothing had just happened. I was completely fine with that though.
Naomi, Ian and Sebastian then started a really heated discussion regarding the Quebec 101 law.
Yeah, I know right, what the hell.
"Talk to me Aisha, I want to hear your voice" looking up at Vincent's odd request, I said the first thing that popped inside my head.
" Why, does it make you hard?" laughing at my audacity, he hugged me closer to him.
" No, hah, I just feel like hearing your melodious voice." smiling at his corniness, I obliged.
" Hmm, okay, My name is Aisha Blanche and I love to party"
" That's it!"
I suddenly felt my phone buzz in my hand.
Asking Vince to give me a minute, I headed towards one of the guest bedrooms, the first door in the hall to my left.
My dad had texted me asking me where I was. Looking at the time, I noticed that it was two in the morning. Deciding that It was a good a time as any to leave, I bid my farewell to most of the people around me and headed out.
Completely oblivious to the fact that a certain someone was looking all over for me to drunkenly confess their undying love.
I woke up to the sound of heavy rain beating against the open parasol in the balcony connected to my bedroom.
Padding over towards the glass sliding doors, I made quick work of tying the parasol back in place before suddenly feeling my stomach lurch. Running past my yellow bed, I kneeled down on the cool blue tiles of my bathroom floor.
Retching and dry heaving into the porcelain toilet bowl, I wiped my mouth on a little mermaid printed towel someone forgot to place on the rack, left to get dirty on the floor. Standing back up, I replaced the towel where it should've innitially been and swept my hand through my hair. Only for it to get caught in the messy tangled brown locks seconds later.
Looking up at the mirror above the glass sink, I noticed a huge hickey on the side of my neck along with the raccoon eyes the mascara that I had forgotten to remove yesterday before falling asleep, had left behind.
A plethora of vague images from the night before burst through my memory banks and started to assault my mind.
Groaning in frustration, I kept thinking of how I would like nothing better than to be engulfed by warm blankets and swim off into the blissful state of sleep.
One image in particular seemed to stand out though, keeping me wide awake. The image of me kissing none other than Sebastian Simioni, the introverted and most antisocial of the whole hockey players' pack.
"Shit."
A.N: Ok. So I really hate this chapter, I'm sorry for the long wait, but I just couldn't seem to write an acceptable chapter, and after having restarted over three times, I've just decided to give you SOMETHING.
I apologize for the lack of quality, I promise that my next chapter will be slightly more up to par. On another note, any guesses as to who she'll eventually fall in love with?
Vinnie K.: Thank you ! Gosh, I'm so glad you enjoyed reading the last chapter, I quite enjoyed writing it. I hope you'll like this one, even though it's not one of my best works. :D
Obsession Changes Things : Thank you for reviewing :) I'm really happy you like the story up to date.
puppetmaster : I guess that answers your question (about if they kiss).. and I quite like the whole mystery concerning the person she's in love with, tell me who you think it is!
HisMistress: I don't want to reveal the person she's in love with just yet, so your guess is Sebastian hmm. Have you changed your mind after reading this chapter?
LaMeO1: hhaaha, your review made me laugh for a full minute, you remind me of Vincent. Who I adore. I UPDATED ! :D
Next Chapter sneak preview:
"It's been eight whole months since I've last had sex, Aisha."
I just stared back wide eyed and mouth slightly agape. What did he expect me to do about it?