Stormi's POV

Trust me, in certain situations I'm anything but naive. But, throw me into any every-day-situation and I was clueless. In the event of anything that wasn't substance-related, I basically was a child. I'm not just deciding to bring this up though, a certain topic has arisen…so, to be completely clear, I, Stormi Johnston am a total virgin. By virgin, I don't just mean no sex. I mean, no anything. It's not like guys, or even girls for that matter haven't tried to kiss me--well, not recently. But, every time I let my nerves take over and turn my head away, taking the blow to the cheek. Every time, except today.

Let's backtrack, shall we?

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My eyes began to flutter open allowing the sunlight to quickly invade my vision, making me aware of my pounding head and causing me to shut them once again. I groaned, trying to swallow, but failing due to my dry mouth. I rolled over in bed, suddenly realizing that I was no longer in a comforting, warm embrace I had recalled from my..erm, trip. I sat up in bed and then got to my feet, steadying myself on my desk. I blinked a few times until I was no longer dizzy and made my way down the hallway.

I heard a voice call out my name as I began descending the stairs. "Stormi? Is that you?" I nearly retreated back to my room from the fright, before realizing that it was Frank, and he did not sound happy.

"Mmhmm." I mumbled carefully, tiptoeing into the kitchen and hiding my face in the medicine cabinet as I searched for ibuprofen to ease my migraine, before realizing that we had run out weeks ago. "Hey Frankie!" I said, trying to be civil for the first time since he'd arrived. "Looking for this?" He growled, and I shifted my gaze towards the table to where there was a container of pain relievers. "Thanks Franks, for getting them out for me!" I laughed uncomfortably, attempting to ease the mood and break his bad one.

I walked over to the table and reached for the pills and he pulled them away, glaring intensely at me. "No. Sit." He demanded. I shook my head. "No, Frank. Give me the Asprin." I spoke more firmly. "Sit!" He shouted now, and I cringed as it worsened my condition.

I slumped down at the table, looking down. "Look at me." He spat. I refused, afraid to meet eyes with him. "Look at me." He repeated himself, more harshly this time. I shook my head as I felt tears welling up. His strong hand grasped my chin and jerked my head up, roughly. His glare was still fixed on me and the expression I knew he was wearing, scared me to death. But still, I refused to look at him.

"Stormi." He hissed. "Look. At. Me. Now." I hesitantly locked eyes with him, becoming afraid of what might happen if I didn't. I fought the urge to look back down from his harsh gaze and he seemed to notice, "Don't you dare." His raspy voice breaking the silence. I flinched, trying to nod but his firm hold on my head prevented any movement.

"Why." It came out as a statement. "Wha--" I began to question. "Tell me why." He demanded angrily. My formerly clear vision became blurred once again as I tried to un-fog my mind and comprehend the question. "I don't underst--" "Bullshit. I don't have time for your bullshit!" He screamed venomously, my tears leaked over the edge and I watched something soften in his green orbs as he released his grip on my chin and reached towards my cheek, stroking it apologetically, before resting his hand back on the table.

"Just…Just tell me why you would to that to yourself?" His voice became softer, more kind. "I-I don't know. I mean, I guess I just…I don't know. I'm sorry." I finally gathered the courage to meet eyes again with the floor, though his gaze never wavered from my small frame.

"My friend Gerard had the same problem. I can get him to come talk to you and--" "No. I don't have a problem, Frank. And I most certainly do not need your help." It was my turn to get angry now. Something clicked in his expression and I found myself shoved up against the wall.

Our anger was radiating off our bodies and mixing in the small space between us. It wasn't tense, it was actually strange. It was as if we had invisible smoke clouding around our two huddled figures. Our rage was so protuberant, we were physically hot. He pressed his strong, larger body against mine, closing the gap fully, completely immobilizing me.

We were in a familiar position, only more intimate, and for me, more nerve-wracking. He had me pinned firmly to the wall, his lips connecting with my ear. "I decide whether or not you have a problem, babe. And you really don't get to tell me what to do. Actually, it's sort of the other way around." He chuckled mockingly into my ear, then nipped it aggressively.

He began to travel down my neck, nipping and sucking his way down, each time his mouth connected with my skin, it became gradually more rough. Just as he reached my collarbone he spoke again, his deep, no longer friendly voice making me tingly and even more, impossibly fuming.

"For the next six months, you are mine. I am completely…" He trailed off, his mouth attacking my once more. His rows of white teeth clunked against my collar bone as he nipped angrily at the skin there. He began sucking violently, drawing the blood to the surface and creating an unfamiliar sensation. My lips parted unwillingly and I felt a low, animalistic moan escape. I blushed crimson as he smirked against my skin and stood to his full height, towering over me and gazing down at me hungrily. "Like I was saying, I am completely in control of you."

I felt so helpless, and I knew he could tell. He began moving towards my face, leaning in for a forceful kiss. I panicked, turning my head to the side and closing my eyes. I opened one, scrunched up my nose and peered at him, not sure what to expect. He chuckled. He fucking chucked.

His laugh filled the air, causing my heart to race faster. It wasn't mocking, it was friendly. How could he turn from a complete cocky asshole to a friendly guy in less than a second?

In this moment, looking at his face, briefly joyful and kind, he looked like someone I'd want to be friends with. Someone I'd like to date. I felt butterflies replace the quickly fading feeling of hatred and fury that had been ever-present since the day I met him.

No, Tori. I mentally smacked myself. I couldn't think these things about my 27-year-old asshole neighbour and temporary house-mate.

His short guffaw drew to a close and he drew his gaze back to me, becoming his cocky, asshole-ish self, who for some reason seemed to have complete power over me. "What's the matter, Stormi? Never been kissed?" He teased, semi-friendily. I looked down, my face heating up. There was a silence and I looked back up to his beautifully-smirking face.

His two, massive hands enveloped my face from both sides as he crashed his mouth to mine. He gave me a look before closing his eyes that said, follow my lead. So, I closed my eyes and focused on synchronizing the movement of our lips, he took my disadvantage to his advantage and slipped his tongue into my mouth without permission and I began battling with him for dominance. He won in a matter of seconds.

Wait, no. What are you doing?

I tried to will myself to stop but shook my head internally. I shouldn't enjoy this but I was and couldn't bring myself to end the kiss. Plus, even if I had wanted to, I was almost sure he wouldn't let me.

Everything you hear about those kisses that are all fiery and passionate with exploding fireworks or Mentos in Coke or whatever the hell, it was all there. It was perfect, and he tasted so good, and if I could pause the moment or record all these creepy, girly thoughts I would but all I could feel was his lips on mine and his strong, grabbing hands. All I knew was his focused grunts and my embarrassing, unwilling moans of approval and his smile on my lips. And I didn't care about anything in the world. Not even that I was making out with my 27-year-old badass, asshole, cocky, probable man-whore of a neighbour. I didn't care that he was 9 years older than me or that this was barely legal. I didn't care.

Well, that was until he pulled away.

It left us gasping for air. I opened my eyes, greeted by his darkened, green ones. They appeared almost black to me, not like the emerald green ones I had grown to know. And there was this hunger in them, like he wanted more.

"I have a feeling that we're going to have lots of firsts together, Stormi."

And then he walked away. Leaving me all confused, panting, and yet again, turned on.

Notes

Hey, I hope that chapter was okay! Let me know what you think please! I would really appreciate it if you could vomment (vote & comment) and follow, thank you so much for reading! Also, let me know how you think it should go with Stormi and Frankie? Should I mix it up a little with some of the guys? Sexual tension is always fun. *Suggestive wink*

Emily