Elizabeth's P.O.V-
Here I am, it's 8 at night and I'm sitting on the couch with stale popcorn in my lap. In front, the movie Eternals playing, I have no idea what it's about. My mind can't even wrap around the plot, because of the flirting going on right next to me.
Juliette, Andreas's "friend" sits on his lap, whispering something in his ear, I can assume it's perverted, and her hand rubs up and down this broad chest. I don't like it one bit. It's disgusting, you don't see any other person rubbing and licking all over each other.
Have some class.
And yes, she did lick him down his neck like a fucking dog.
My face scrunches up in disgust, as my eyes roam around the living room.
On the couch next to me is Bridget and Teddy. Ever since he declared his love for her in the parking lot of the football game, they have been inseparable. He might as well move in here at this point. Most of the time when I get back from my class, they're laying on the bed, cuddled up watching a bad action movie on Netflix.
I'm forced to sit in the living room, waiting for him to leave. This is a cue for me to leave, ASAP. Yesterday, I called the housing department, to see if they had any rooms open, they didn't. This house is big, but everyone has their own room, except me. I'm stuck sleeping in bed with my sister, who doesn't care where I sleep when her boyfriend stays over.
Now, his head is in her lap, occasionally, she kisses him on the head while ruffling his brown curls. Doug and Carlee decided to go bowling instead of staying in with us. Monica and Jace are laying on the ground, well, laying on a bunch of pillows and blankets, eyes glued to the TV.
Then there's Juliette and Andreas, flirting in front of us. Doesn't he realize that he has a whole room where they can do sultry things at?
It fucking sucks being single.
Andreas is not my boyfriend, and I would never claim him as mine, but. . .there's a part of me that only wants him to be touching me, whispering sweet nothings to me, and occasionally squeezing my butt as I walk out the door to class. Oh fuck, I'm falling hard, like 100 stories high on a building hard for Andreas Chen.
He doesn't want a girlfriend, my mind reminds me.
In my honest opinion, he doesn't seem like the relationship type, right now, but in the car. . .oh man in the car.
Fuck the car, you dreamed it all up. A placebo dream.
If Andreas Chen really cared about me, he wouldn't let Juliette sit on his lap, and flirt with him shamelessly in front of me.
I don't know what made me do this, but I don't regret it.
I cough, loudly, so it catches his attention. He looks in my direction, confused about if I'm choking or not. Since I have on a purple haze frayed knit cardigan sweater, and the top shows off my cleavage, I pull it down some. His eyes rip away from Juliette, focusing on my swelling breast wanting to burst out of the sweater top.
I bite my lip, smiling at the screen as my eyes cut quickly in his direction.
"Hey, you ok?" Juliette asked him.
He stutters, "Uh-uh yeah I'm fine. I was just lost in thought, that's all." His hand pats her thighs reassuringly.
"I need to get something to drink, my throat is dry. Does anybody need anything?" I stand up, looking around the living room at everyone. Bridget shakes her head, while Teddy tells me no. Monica and Jace are now asleep, so they're a definite no. My gaze moves to the two freaks in the recliner. To further seduce Andreas Chen, I bend down, pushing my boobs together, to fix the socks on my feet. Once my body glides back up, they stay glued on me. Soly on me.
"Anything for the two of you?" I ask innocently.
"No, I'm good." Juliette confirms, "What about you, Andreas?"
"Milk." He says, and I laugh.
"You want Milk?" I question, cocking my head to the side. His eyes follow the movement of my hair from my neck, one of the curls tickles the crest of my boobs.
"That's what I said, isn't it?" He adjusts himself in the chair. Ah, he's got a boner.
"It is. Ok then, water for me and milk for you. Coming right up." I walk past the recliner, his hand breezes against my bare leg, I contain myself from the touch.
Walking in the kitchen, I grab a water and pour some almond milk into a glass cup for Andreas. We don't have regular milk, since most of everyone is lactose intolerant. Before moving out of the kitchen, I lean on the island, laughing into my hands.
Milk!
Containing myself, I toss my head back and go back into the living room. Juliette is now sitting in the recliner, alone, while Andreas is in the red Bing bag that Doug sits in when he plays his video games. Juliette's too engrossed on her phone that she doesn't pay attention to what's around us. I throw my water on the couch and lean down to Andreas.
"Here's your milk. I hope you enjoy it." He grabs the milk, not before brushing his callused hand with mine. I let him, wanting to feel his touch.
"Thank you, Elizabeth."
"Welcome, Andreas," I say seductively.
He gets me back by fixing my necklace, not without letting his fingers brush the top of my boobs. I lean into his touch, not being able to resist him.
"It was messed up." He smirks.
I saunter away, letting him gaze at my ass clad in workout shorts, even though I don't work out.
The front door opens and in walks Daniel with a bag over his shoulders and a long coat wrapped around his strong frame.
What the hell!
He walks down the hall; I follow closely behind him. "Daniel?"
"Yeah." He turns around, not without throwing his bag on the bed, it makes a loud thud noise.
"Where were you?" My voice was stern.
He laughs, "What are you, my mother?"
"If I have to be, yeah. I was worried about you; you haven't been around and you come in late."
"It's 8 at night!" He shrieks.
"It doesn't matter, something could have happened to you."
He pulls me into a hug, kissing my cheek. "I'm fine, Eliza." He assures me.
"You've been secretive of late, tell me why you're going out all night and being mysterious."
He backs into his room, "It's nothing." Then, he shuts his door and I'm left in the dark hallway, the movie sound playing around me.
"What's up with Daniel?" I hear a voice say behind me. It belongs to Andreas.
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