I Hate You

"I came in here to ask you why the hell you hate me!" she shouted, crossing her arms. Whoa. That surprised me. Now she wants to know why I hate her. It was too late for that shit. And her lips were trembling and her pants were low on her hips, exposing just a little bit of white flesh and blue lace. I had to get her the fuck outta my room before I did some shit I'd regret. Remember Connors, you hate this chick. I stood up straighter, smirking as I crossed my arms to mimic her. When I moved Lena's eyes wandered to my abdomen…and lower. I cleared my throat. "I would tell you but I don't want you in my room all night," I sneered, pointing to the door again expectantly. Fuck, at the moment that was just what I wanted. What in the Satan's dick was going on with me?! Lena huffed, coming forward. I backed away, the back of my knees hit my bed and I steadied myself. "What is your problem Connors?! Why won't you just tell me?" She came a few feet closer to me, only inches away. She was probably going to poke me in the fucking chest again like she always does. "I fucking hate you. Isn't that enough?!" I yelled. Lena looked absolutely dejected. Her butterscotch eyes got all watery and her lower lip trembled as she looked down. I sighed, feeling like shit now. "Shit Lena…I didn't mean–," "Yes you fucking did!" Lena yelled, stumbling towards me. Before I could react she tripped, falling on me causing me to fall back on the bed. She was on top of me. Lena groaned, lifting her head. Her face was inches away from mine. I forgot how to breathe. Lena's lips parted and I felt her breath hit my face. My mouth was open and her breath tasted like…Patron. And peaches. My hands were on her hips, my immediate reaction. Lena's eyes met mine, wide open. Her cheeks flushed and my mind went blank. Lena's hands broke her fall on me and they were on my chest. We were both breathing hard. Fuck I had no idea what was going on, except that her lips were so close to mine and her tits were pressed up against my chest, and my boner hadn't been cured yet. Lena looked down at her hands on my chest, eyes confused as fuck. I knew exactly what she was feeling. Then she fucking had the balls to press herself closer to me, grinding right up against me. That crazy pressure felt amazing. I groaned under my breath, not understanding what the hell was going on. Here I was, meant to be hating this girl and I was turned on as fuck. Lena closed her eyes. "Kiss me," she whispered.