{do not comment things like "eewww" bc it rly pisses me off. if you don't like sex, just skip that part}

Alex and I keep our relationship at friendship level for the next few days, and it's hard to adjust to considering every time i see him all I want to do is make out with him. He was chatting with my parents a lot during dinner tonight, Mom telling him about back in the day when she waitressed with Isabelle and they would steal wine from the bar at the end of their shift.

When everyone has finished eating, I take the plates into the kitchen and fill up the dishwasher. Alex helps me while everyone else either goes to watch tv or goes to their rooms, or in Ray's case, walks straight out the door.

"How was your day?" Alex asks while I load up the dishwasher.

"Fine. People are still asking if I'm alright after the party."

"Probably just an excuse for guys to start conversations with you."

"Now that you mention it, it is mostly guys who are doing it."

He scoffs, turning his head.

"Jealous?" I tease.

"Little bit."

I take some glasses and put them in too. "You're honest, I'll give you that."

"Not honest enough."

"I won't argue with you on that."

"Ask me what i'm not honest about."

"Do I have to?" He raises his eyebrows. I sigh. "What are you not honest about, Alex?"

He bites his lip, looking down my body. "That you've been turning me on all week wearing those yoga pants, and that I keep thinking about pulling them off and fucking you."

This sudden zap out of the friendship zone surprises me, but I don't show that. When he steps closer, his eyes filled with lust, I hold a dishwasher tablet against his lips. "Don't make me put you in this dishwasher to clean that filthy mouth of yours."

He takes the tablet from my hand and throws it away, stepping even closer.

"Alex," I say, serious now. "I know you're just horny and want to have sex with me, but I'm not doing it. You'll have better luck just calling Chelsea over instead."

"Why would I do that when you're the only girl I want to be with?"

"Because you're not gonna get it from me."

He frowns. "Can I at least kiss you?"

"You can kiss my ass."

He smirks. "I'd love to."

My eyes bulge and I point straight at the dishwasher. "Get in!"

"You? Of course."

"Alex," I warn.

"Amelia."

His thumb grazes over my bottom lip, causing them to part. My body heats. No, I will not give in to him.

"You don't even like me."

His eyebrows furrow. "Of course I do. Why else would I be expressing how badly I want to fuck you?"

"That's just it. You want to sleep with me," I poke his chest, emphasising the words that were much more polite than what he said. "You don't want me for my mind, or who I am."

"The fuck I do. I thought you knew the way I felt about you."

"I don't."

"Well, let me tell you." He lifts me up onto the island and I squeal. "You, Amelia Miller, are the only thing that is always on my mind. You're the only one who knows about everything in my life, and knows the way I feel. You make me smile when my world is falling apart. I've tried to ignore how I feel and it doesn't work. You're just... fuck. I like you, okay? I really like you. So you don't have to worry, I promise."

My mouth hangs open from shock. I think i'm dying.

"If you're saying this just to get in my pants; I'll kill you."

"If I find out that my mind was taken over and I said it just to get in your pants; I'll kill myself."

"Promise?"

"I promise, princesa."

My lips meet his and we kiss dirty while his hand runs up my thigh, forgetting that anyone including my parents could walk in and see this. I put my hands in his hair, our tongues touching in every kiss, and with his hand this far up my thigh, the tingling feeling between my legs returns.

"Hoot swoot! Somebody call the coops!" Val shouts from the kitchen door.

"What the fuck?" Alex questions and I burst out laughing.

"Don't fuck on my favourite chair." His voice is quieter this time, probably so my parents wouldn't hear, and he goes back out.

Alex pulls me down from the island counter. "Want to go upstairs?"

"No, Alex. I want to have sex right here." My tone is sarcastic, making him roll his eyes.

"That was my polite way of asking if you want to have sex, but I guess I just got my answer so let's go."

When we walk out, Val whispers something to Yasmin and they both stare with suspicious looks. Mom and Dad are at the table, looking at houses on Dad's laptop, and all they do is glance at us but don't say anything, so oblivious to what's about to happen.

As soon as I'm in Alex's room, I start to strip. The place has been cleaned up since the last time I saw it, and his smashed mirror is gone.

I remember something when he goes to unzip his jeans. "Do you have condoms?" The look on his face tells me no. "We're not doing this again without one."

"I'll buy them tomorrow. For tonight, I'll pull out."

"Seman still comes out during sex."

"Well, I'm blessed so Jesus won't let me get you pregnant until I approve."

I roll my eyes. "You're an idiot."

"A hot idiot."

"Cocky much?"

"Horny much?" With no warning he sticks his hand in my panties, getting his answer.

I get down on my knees, surprising him by pulling down his jeans and underwear, and taking his load into my mouth. He's too big for my mouth, so I use my hand to move up and down his shaft with the head still in my mouth, making him moan my name.

I get up moments later and take off my underwear, then push him backwards to his bed. He lies down and I climb on top of him, kissing from his neck and moving downwards, then I move my body up and push him inside of me. As I'm moving, at one point when i'm coming down, he lifts his body, thrusting deep into me and I let out a loud cry.

He chuckles. "Well done; everyone within a ten mile radius just heard that."

I punch his chest. "That was your fault."

I decide to get back at him, bending forward with him still inside of me, until his face screws up in pain and he takes in a sharp breath. I lean back, feeling bad already from how painful his face displayed that to be.

"Remind me never to do anything like that to you again," he says with his eyes still closed.

Moments after I finish, Alex warns me that he's about to cum, so I get off of him and laugh while he spills into a mcdonald's paper bag that was lying on his floor.

"Why is our sex more funny than romantic?" I ask while I'm laying with my head on Alex's chest and he plays with my hair, trying to do a braid.

"No idea. But it's the best sex i've ever had."

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"Alex, are you awake?" The loud knocking on the door wakes me up. "Alex?" It's Isabella.

I start to shake Alex until his eyes shoot open. "Your Mom," I whisper, pointing to the door.

The door handle shakes. "Wait! Mom, don't come in."

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just... I'm naked."

"Well hurry up and get dressed – you're gonna be late for school."

"What time is it?" I ask.

Alex picks up his phone. "It's seven."

"Oh no, fuck." I jump out of his bed. We need to leave in ten minutes if we're going to make it in time. "I can't go to school without showering."

"You're gonna need to, princesa. Just clean yourself up quickly." He looks down at my lower half.

I groan, picking my clothes off the floor and quickly sliding into them, and then go into the bathroom. Despite what he said, I turn the shower on and jump in, scruba-dub-dub dubbing and all that and removing all evidence that I had sex. I'm out of the shower within four minutes, and after brushing my teeth I walk out of the bathroom in just a towel. I towel dry my hair and put it into a disastrous bun, then get dressed. By the time I'm ready and downstairs, Alex is waiting by the door, completely calm.

"Ready?"

"Yes-lets-go," I say fast and walk outside, getting into Alex's car.

We walk into first period just a couple minutes late, and luckily it's math, so hopefully Mr. Aarons won't give us detention because he seems to like me.

"You're late," he says and Alex and I stop in our tracks.

"Sorry, sir," I apologise, smiling and Alex gives me a look.

"Take a seat, Amelia. Alex, go to the Principals office."

"What? Me? Why not her too?"

Gee, thanks. Way to drag a man down.

"Because, Mr. Fuentes. You have been late to this class on several occasions and this is Amelia's first time." Alex looks like he's about to punch Aarons in the face.

"He's right, sir," I chip in. "If he has detention, I should too."

There is a beat, and then Mr. Aarons sighs. "Both of you just sit down."

Alex looks at him in a weird way, and just when I'm about to go to my seat, he pulls me back and kisses me right in front of Aarons and the full class.

Some students start cheering and whistling, and when the kiss ends, Alex smirks at Mr. Aarons, who just glowers back at him.

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this chapter was so fun to write, not gonna lie. i hope you enjoyed.

who's your favourite character so far other than amelia and alex?

teaser: Amelia meets Caligari

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-e