Shocked.

Shocked is the emotion I felt in this very moment.

Jace's lips pressed against my own.

His soft lips were against mine.

Jace Emerson is kissing me. The most popular guy in the school. The guy that every girl wants. The hottest bad boy is kissing me.

And immediately, like an idiot, my eyes fluttered close as I respond to the kiss. His soft lips slowly working against mine, fire running down my body with each movement.

His hands rested on my hips, pulling me closer to him. Our kiss deepened as my arms automatically went around his neck. I don't know if it's the drinks I had getting to me or what, but I honestly don't know why I'm letting this continue.

He expertly moved his lips against my own, his tongue skimmed my bottom lip asking for access and of course like an idiot I granted it.

His tongue slowly and expertly dancing with my own. God, that tongue.

Heat filled the kitchen and want filled my body.

The kiss filled with desire.

Jace's hands gripped my hips tightly like he was trying to restrain himself from more.

Don't.

My fingers moved into his hair unconsciously. Wow it's so soft.

A small groan left him and I smiled against his lips, happy I found one weakness.

Just as this kiss was getting even more heated, someone walked into the kitchen.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" My eyes snapped opened and I pushed Jace away, automatically sobering me up.

My eyes landed on Nicole Clarke. Her medium brown hair pin straight, her blue eyes widen in shocked, she was dressed in a short thin strapped black checkered dress. Seeing her reaction made me realize what just happened.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to intrude. I-I'm just gonna go now." She said turning on her heels and running back to where she came from.

Jace kissed me.

And I kissed him back.

Oh my god.

Jace was leaning against the island counter, a devious and cocky smirk imprinted on his lips.

"You kissed me." I told him in disbelief.

"And?" He questioned, wiping my lipstick off his bottom lip. Those delicious lips. I shook my head clear of those thoughts. I'm suppose to be mad at him.

Get it together, Leah.

"Why did you kiss me!?" The tone of my voice raised. I was angry. Even if that kiss was amazing, he stole my first kiss.

My first kiss.

Oh my god.

It was my first kiss!

"I saw your little boyfriend heading towards the kitchen. Thought I would give him a show to remember."

Nate.

God, did he see Jace's little stunt?

I was furious, I jumped off the counter and went straight to him. "And that gives you the right to kiss me?" I said through gritted teeth.

Jace pushed off the counter and took a step forward causing me to take step back. His hands resting on the counter that I was just on, enclosing me.

His hazel eyes stared into my own. "I can do whatever I want. Especially when it comes to getting what I want."

I scoffed. His game, of course.

I rolled my eyes at him "Still doesn't give you the right to kiss me."

Jace shrugged his shoulders and pushed away from me. He grabbed the drink that I had set down and drank it in one gulp.

"It wasn't even that great of a kiss." I told him snatching my cup back.

He grabbed a bottle of vodka and unscrewed the top. He started to pour some into my cup slowly as he stared intensely at me.

"Your mouth may say that right now, but in that moment your body wanted to be pressed against me, your lips wanted be on top of mine and your hands desired to be roaming around."

My body heated up from his words. A blush rise to my cheeks.

Was he right? Why did I drink?

Jace grabbed the cup from my hand. "And because of that, it was a kiss you will never forget." His eyes held mischief. "And believe me, I know you would let me do it again."

I wanted to smack the living day light out of him. What makes him so confident??

"Screw you." I told him through clenched teeth.

The cocky grin grew on his face. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's okay to face the fact that you are bound to fall in love with me."

"Love?" I asked incredulously. "I don't even like you."

I could never like this jerk.

Jace raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk on his lips. And without saying another word, walked out of the kitchen leaving me in my own thoughts.

What the hell is going on??

I woke up the next day with a massive headache. Hangovers are horrible. All I wanted to do was sleep the day away. I slapped the snooze on my alarm so many times, I'm surprised the button still worked.

My mom came into my room wondering why I wasn't getting ready for school. I half lied and told her I wasn't feeling well. I mean it wasn't a lie, I felt like shit. But it was because all the alcohol I had last night.

"Leah? Are you okay sweetie?" She asked sitting at the side of my bed.

I looked up at her, she was still dressed in her scrubs from the hospital. I shook my head. "I just feel horrible, headache, body aches. The works."

My mother is a nurse, so it's hard to fake being sick when she can catch signs and symptoms so easily. So it was always hard to fake being sick so I didn't have to go to school, she always caught on and eventually I stopped trying and dragged my ass to school.

She reached forward and place the back of her hand on my forehead. "You're not warm, doesn't seem like you have a fever."

I brought my blanket up to neck acting like I have the chills. She looked worried and I felt bad doing this but I really didn't want go to school today. "Stay home today sweetie."

I nodded, thankful she didn't catch on. "Are you going back to work?" I asked motioning to her scrubs.

She nodded. "Yes, they asked me to work a double today. I just came home to grab a few things. I'll be home late tonight." She leaned in a kissed my forehead. "Just rest, drink lots of fluids and please eat something."

Guilt was really setting in this time. I nodded. "I will, mom." Was all I could say.

She gave me a smile and stood up. "I'm off tomorrow, so let's do something. Hopefully you'll feel better."

Excitement grew within me, I missed hanging out with my mom. All of our days filled with shopping, watching movies and failing at new recipes were my favorites. "I promise I will be."

One more goodbye and off the the hospital she went.

I sunk back into my bed and closed my eyes hoping sleep would take me over once more. I tossed and turned for what seemed forever, but was only an hour.

I got out of bed deciding that eating might help. I glanced at my mirror and the reflection was horrendous. My dark brown hair was stacked on top of my head in a messy bun, hair sticking out in all directions. My around my eyes were smudged eyeliner making the bags under my eyes worst.

I look like shit.

I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth and hopefully wash away the misery on my face.

I grabbed my phone off my nightstand and walked downstairs. I looked at the missed texts on my phone, all from Kayla wondering were I am and threats of burning my Teen Wolf collection if I didn't answer.

Obviously I texted back. I can't have that precious thing taken away from me!

I told her I was fine and that she should be focusing on her classes.

I was about to lock my phone when another text came through. This time it was Jace.

Jace: Are you with Rylan?

I furrowed my brows. What the hell is that suppose to mean?

Is he talking about Nate?

Who else, Leah?

Does he think because I'm not in school, I'm with Nate??

I was about to give him a piece of my mind about making accusations when my doorbell rung.

Who the hell does he think he is? I thought as I walked to the front door.

I swung the door open and standing in front of me was Nate in all his glory.

I guess psychic.

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