Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - We all have a kinky inner demon.

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My bucket list was made when I was drunk for the first and last time in sophomore year. Everything written in it was rebellious and dangerous and completely of my brains. Safe to say I had hardly completed any of it. 

For two years it was kept it in some dark corner of my locker but it probably isn't there now because the person standing in front of me was waving it in the air happily like it was a country flag.

I had come to the cottage hurriedly, all the way tormenting my brains wondering why he had called me in such haste, only to find an extremely elated Ace standing at the door with a paper in one hand, waiting impatiently for me to get out of the car. Eyes shining with amusement and huge smirk on the lips that made his cheekbones more prominent. If I wasn't so pissed I would have swooned.

"I will not repeat it again. Give back my bucket list Bryan fudging Cooper." I ordered through my clenched teeth.

"Skinny dipping at midnight?" He asked as he read one of the wish, completely ignoring my threat.

I narrowed my eyes relatively, the familiar redness creeping up my neck and cheeks. "What's wrong with it?" I demanded. 

He chuckled softy, shaking his head. "Nothing at all. Just make sure there aren't any old pedophiles around. That would be awkward and sad. They'll be scared after seeing your potato like body."

I gritted my teeth. "Well then you should definitely not do it, we don't want people to die after seeing a huge body and an extremely small penis, do we?"

And suddenly he was right in front of my face. His breath fanning my nose and lips. I instinctively took a step backward, desperately needing some space but my stupid car prevented it. He smirked, like a predator waiting to lavish his last meal.

"Maybe I should just prove how big it is." He whispered, pressing our chests. I could feel his hard chest even through the clothes and the thought that he could feel my breasts as I breathed heavily was enough to make me more hot and bothered.

As if sensing my thoughts, his eyes dropped downwards and slowly raised upwards. Memorizing every vein and feature right from my upper breasts to my eyelashes at his own slow pace. My heart was already out of the ribs and could just fall off my body anytime.

His eyes went back to my lips. "So muffin? Would you like to see how big it actually is?" his finger traced a path down from the corner of my eyes to the corner of my lips. "Or maybe I could just show it you by putting it right inside you."

I choked on my breath. Blinking furiously. Did he just say what I heard him say? Apparently so.

Somehow managing to get blood back in my hands, I pushed him off me, ignoring the missing warmth.

I gulped and folded my hands under my chest, tapping my right feet, trying to forget the last few incredibly sexual minutes. "I am least interested in showing your D to my V. So give my list back." 

He raised his brows and the shrugged. "Whatever, your loss. All the V's want my D. Want to come in?" Instead of waiting for a reply, he turned and walked in.

I cursed like a sailor as I followed him. Isn't there any law against over usage of sexual sentences and innuendos? He would be in life imprisonment then!

Sighing to myself I entered the cottage. I wasn't going anywhere without my bucket list.

"How did you find it?" I asked, referring to the list.

"I wanted some differential sheets and I remembered you telling me you keep them in the locker. So instead of troubling you I went to your locker. And saw a crumbled paper lying lonely at the back. Curiosity got me and I opened it. I am glad I did." He winked. "And you should probably change the locker code. It's still the same that school gave us."

"I didn't think some stupid asshole would open and steal my personal things from my locker." I defended myself. Note to self - change the locker code first thing in the morning.  "Look if we aren't studying. You give back my paper and I'll go. No one gets hurt."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Like you were going to hurt me."

"I am sure a kick to your crotch will hurt."

He grimaced. "Fine we'll study."

I grinned but then my grin faded. "I don't have books."

"We don't need books for this." He assured, getting comfortable on the chair.

I sat in front of him. "What kind of study is this then?"

"This time I'll be your teacher." He said, keeping the paper on the table and pressing it straight. 

"You teacher? And me student?" I asked in horror.

He paused. "Now that's kinky. Maybe we should try it complete with the cane hitting ass."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Christian Grey rubbing on you?"

He smirked. "Whoops! Look who has read 50 Shades of Grey. Trust me getting kinky is almost every guys dream. I knew you had hidden desires! All the shy ones do."

I grimaced a little. "No! I don't have any hidden desires." The image of me and Bryan on a bed, with no clothes and handcuffs and ties entering my head. I shook my head vigorously. Hell no! That isn’t happening in another millennium. Instantly trying to change the topic, I glanced at my bucket list and then at him. "What are you teaching me?" I asked, fear already gripping me like ivy.

He smirked evilly. "How to be a badass."

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Joanna's Bucket list: (If found do not read)

1) Scream from the terrace of a high building on why I love Disney movies.

2) Compliment every sad looking person on the road.

3) Play a prank on Mrs. Finn for all torture she put us through. (I am doing the humanity a favor)

4) Paint a random wall in random colors and designs.

5) Go for skinny dipping at midnight.

6) Push Alicia in the pool because she doesn't know to swim.

7) Find the perfect boyfriend for Janice and then kick him once. Hard.

8) Change someone's life.

9) Slap any 5 people while drunk.

10) Have sex on the beach under moonlight near bonfire.

11) Sky dive/ snorkeling / BASE jumping (Any one)

12) Add some more to this.

I stared at my anything but neat cursive writing again and again. There was no doubt that I was way too drunk when I wrote this. The sloppy and unsteady writing was enough proof of that. Also I didn't have the guts to even write half of the things with a straight mind, forget about doing them.

"Complementing people and changing life is easy for you." Ace quipped.

I shook my head vigorously. "Changing maybe. But complementing every sad person? What was I even thinking when I wrote this. Our city has more miserable people than joyous ones. I'll have to compliment almost everyone. And no one walks with a long face on the road, they hide it."

The world is filled with miserable people. But we have all learnt to hide it well. That's what we are good at. Hiding.

"I want to know what you were thinking when you wrote about the sex part. Did you mean the drink 'sex on the beach' or actual sex?" He mocked, mirth written all over his face.

I groaned, rubbing my face. "I was drunk." I repeated, not caring to answer his question. 

"I should get you drunk soon then."

"No thanks. I am allergic to alcohol."

"We'll see that. But for now let's complete your bucket list." He said enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together. 

I was anything but enthusiastic. "Do we have to do it?" I whined.

He looked at me with an expression of determination. "Yes. Bucket lists are written to be completed." He said with a final tone. "Besides I do the math sums whenever you tell me. Now it's my turn." He continued. 

I sighed in defeat. "What to do first?"

"That's the spirit." He clapped his hand on the table, going through the list. He bit his lower lip deep in thought. Unconsciously I licked my lips, thinking about his lips on mine. They looked so soft and ready to eat. Blame my teenage hormones. 

"Let's prank Mrs. Finn." Ace finally said.

I blinked my eyes and turned my eyes away from those pink inviting luscious lips. I cleared my throat. "That's a good idea." I muttered off-handedly. And then his words sunk in. "What? No! Are you mad? I am the class president, I am supposed to prevent all this not promote it." I cried out in trepidation. 

"It's all going to be okay." He assured and the called someone. "Hey Max, come at the cottage with Dylan in 10." 

I bit my lip in worry, I was going to meet the remaining bad boys and plan a prank of our school's principal. The same one who I was terrified off, the same one who would shout at everyone for no particular reason. I am going to so repent this.

"You can call your friends if you want." Ace suggested but I could see he was uncomfortable. 

I grinned, that's just what I needed, Janice and Brittany to assure me everything would be okay and Logan and Alan to make me laugh with their silly jokes.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I removed my phone from my front pocket. I tapped on Janice's number and pressed the phone to my ear. 

"Do I have to cut anyone's balls?" She asked as soon as she picked up the phone.

"No Janie." I rolled my eyes at her.

"Well than why are you calling?" She beseeched. 

"Can I not call you? Anyway can you come to the cottage? It's urgent." I let out in a rush. I mentally face palmed when I told her the cottage, obviously she doesn't know where it is.

"The cottage? Is this some scene from a horror movie where I come and find talking dolls having a pyjama party?" 

"No Janice, bring everyone. They are still at your house, right?" I asked although the shouting from my behind gave me my answer. 

"Yup but where is this cottage?" She interrogated. 

"Uh talk to Ace." I mumbled and handed the phone to Ace hate as I heard her gasp of shock.

He looked at the phone and then at me, again at the phone and then at me. Finally he sent a glare to me and put the phone near his ear. I grinned apologetically. If I had to bring them here by myself, I would have no problems in doing so but telling anyone the exact address and way of anyone's house other than mine, nada, I couldn't do it. Not my cup of coffee. 

"Bryan Cooper, I don't care if you are the baddest ass or the God himself. You hurt one hair on my best friend's head and I'll make sure you disappear from the face of earth. I am the fucking queen of Narnia." I heard my best friend swearing from the other side.

I chuckled softly at Ace's shocked and scared expression. No student dared to talk to Ace in such a way and here was my best friend breaking that record.

Best friends all the way.

"Look Janice, I don't intend on hurting anything of hers. We are planning a prank on Mrs. Finn and wanted you all to come." He spoke in a surprisingly polite manner.

There was a slight pause before Janice spoke again. "Well why didn't you say that before? Text me the exact address." And the call was cut.

"She is something else." Ace muttered under his breath as he typed on my phone.

I grinned widely. How I love my best friends! After a few minutes he handed me back my phone, sweeping his hand through his head. 

"You have pretty nails." I suddenly said, staring at his long fingers and well-shaped short nails.

He froze for a second. His hand still above his hair, muscles protruding from his tight V-neck begging to come out of the confines. His stance stiff and face blank with his rosy lips parted. 

He slowly removed his hand and stepped closer to me. Instinctively I took a step back. His eyebrows rose at my reaction but he didn't say anything, he took another step towards me. I took another back.

For me it looked a scene straight out of some cheesy Hollywood movie. He stepped closer and this time stood in my place, not moving. His lips lifted up a little, forming into a smirk. He took one more step, stopping right in front of me. I could feel the warmth of his body seeping into mine making my insides feel squishy. His face was just inches away from mine. One bend and I would taste his ever lavishing lips. He smelled of mint and vanilla soap and himself. No Cologne. Thank Heavens.

"I don't like perfume or colognes." I whispered, staring into his now almost black eyes. 

"That's good. Even I don't." He whispered back. His minty breath washing over my face. 

"You smoke?" I suddenly asked, the image of me picking up the cigarette box shadowing my mind.

He froze midway. I saw his Adam's apple bobbing in the throat. "Trying to quit. 4 days and still counting."

I inhaled a sharp breath, gazing into those chocolate dark eyes with gratefulness. "Thank you."

My eyes half shut automatically, as I felt my body experiencing unfamiliar feelings. Going through a roller coaster of jumbled emotions too fast to name any.

The feeling of feeling exquisite is exquisite.

I half opened my eyes, the image of us together on a bed doing weird stuff clogging my mind. "Maybe we all do have a kinky inner demon." I whispered.

His froze before his head dipped lower making my heart beat rise. "I know." I opened my eyes completely staring right into his dreamy ones. Intuitively my head moved closer to his. Our breaths mingling, hearts singing an unknown tune, eyes looking into each other, lips waiting to join.

"Hey guys!" 

Our heads turned in shock to face an equally stunned Max. His jaw hung low as he looked from Ace to me and then at our close proximity. 

Instantly I stepped back, banging my heel into the couch. "Ouch." I mewed, gripping my right foot. "Stupid stupid sofa."

"Are you okay?" Ace asked in concern, looking at my foot.

"Do I look okay?" I snapped. And to think just few minutes back we were going to kiss. I didn't know if I should thank Max or kill him for interrupting. And then my dumb kinky comment. What the fuck was I even thinking?

"What's going on?" Dylan inquired, twirling some keys on his fore finger.

"Ace and Joanna were just about to kiss." Max answered still in daze. 

"No we weren't." We both shouted at the same time and then glared at each other.

"This looks interesting." Dylan drawled.

I rolled my eyes at them, sitting on the couch still clutching my injured foot.

"What happened to her?" Dylan pointed at me.

"They were about to kiss but I interrupted, she saw me and took a step back from Ace, hurting her foot in progress." Max informed, getting comfortable on a chair.

"Hmm very interesting." Dylan enunciated, tapping his chin with his fingers.

I gave him a flat unimpressed look and he winked at me.

"So why are we here?" Max asked.

"Planning a prank of our old Mrs. Finn." Just as Ace said that two cars pulled up in front of the open door. Janice and Brittany got down from the first and Logan and Alan from the second.

"What is she doing here?" Max yelled, shooting up from his chair at the same time Britt yelled, "What is he doing here?"

We looked at them in confusion. "They, I mean them." Max corrected silkily, sitting back.

"We are doing this together." I said, looking at Janice in question about Britt's weird reaction. She shrugged in response.

"Great!" Britt exclaimed with fake zeal.

"Let's start this." Ace commanded, taking charge, looking at everyone but me. Fan-fucking-tastic!

"Yeah." Dylan agreed, giving Logan and Alan the 'man punch' and threw a wink at Janice's direction. She just rolled her eyes.

"So this is the plan..." Ace started and after over one hour of debating and verbal fighting we finally had the plan ready.

As much as I hated to admit, I was excited for it. It would be my first rebellious task and I couldn't wait to make it work and see Mrs. Finn's face after it. I could already imagine her fuming and smoke coming from her nose and ears.

"This is going to be fun!" Logan exclaimed, rubbing his hands in utter enthusiasm.

"So much fun." Janice agreed.

"I can't wait for tomorrow." Max sighed, leaning back on his chair.

"We are all excited. Let's rest and work on this tomorrow. Come early everyone." Ace directed, getting up from his chair.

Taking this as cue to leave. We all got up, saying our good-byes and see you tomorrows to each other. Ace simply gave me a brisk nod and swiftly turned to Max. I rolled my eyes at his usual behavior and walked out with Janice.

"Mrs. Finn is going to kill us if she knows we are behind this." Janice said, once we were out of hearing.

"I know but we won't get caught." I assured myself more than her.

"I hope." She nodded and hugged me. "Tomorrow you are telling everything." She stated with a final tone in my ear. I didn't need to ask about what, I knew she meant everything between me and Ace. There was nothing to tell expect that I wanted to kiss the living daylights out of him. But I held my tongue, she didn't need to know that.

"I will." I lied and we walked towards our cars, followed by Britt, Logan and Alan. Max and Dylan were still inside with Ace.

As I started my car and drove towards my house I couldn't help but think about our almost kiss. Would it be like the kisses I read in books- romantic, time stopping, heart beating super-fast, soft yet urgent, passionate, thrilling, mind washing-ly awesome? Or would it be like my previous kisses- good but not that thrilling with hardly any passion in it? But then I didn't feel my heart beat rise or a zoo develop in my stomach with the other guys.

I breathed out in frustration as I felt my insides grip together just by the memory of our close faces and parted lips.

Just then my phone vibrated and I opened the text.

'Nothing ever happened.'

I glared at Mr.Best-in-any-bed's text furiously. Instantly I changed the name to Mr. Butthole-filled-with-arrogance.

So much for keeping my kinky inner demon alive!

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