Chapter 9: Je Sais Que Tu Me Veux

Arabella's POV

"Why the hell did you tell her I have chlamydia, that wasn't funny!" He exclaimed loudly as he exasperatedly flew his hands up in the air. I chuckled humorously and ignored him blatantly as my eyes travelled around his room.

Clothes were scattered all on the floor next to his king-sized bed. In front of it sat a huge flat screened television and a game system sat right under it. Other things were around the room as well, and there was yet another king-sized bed that I'm guessing is Ace's.

This looks somewhat like his old room. I remember it from the night I went there. "Bella, I'm talking to you!"

"Who are you shouting after Tyler?" I snapped as I spun around. He moved towards me in one swift motion and gripped onto my waist tightly. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he hoisted me off the ground and out of instincts I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Put me down!" I screeched as my eyes darted over his face frantically.

"Not until you say you were jealous, and that's the only reason why you did what you did." He arched his brows as he awaited my answer. Up close I could feel his breath fanning my face and surprisingly it didn't reek of morning breath. He maybe ate a mint or something.

At the moment I didn't really care, I just desperately wanted to catch the breath that I was holding because of the close proximity to us. I parted my lips to respond, but no words seem to come out. He moved us towards the bed and slumped me down onto his mattress, but not roughly so that he placed all his weight on top of me. "Get me off your pre sex bed, you maniac!" I spat in panic.

He chuckled humorously and leaned in closer towards me. I pulled myself back but I couldn't go any further because, well, I just couldn't. There was nowhere else for me to run, I was going to be mauled by this sex beast and no one is ever going to find me!

"Je sais que tu me veux comme je veux." He purred softly. Oh, how cliche that he whipped out the second language at a moment like this. Prick.

I hated the fact that he was able to speak another language, Tyler was born in Canada from what I've heard and came here at the age of ten, it was quite cliche that he could speak French but I wasn't complaining because guess who took French lessons for two years?

"W–what do you me–"

Before I could finish my sentence, he lowered his mouth onto mine and his lips lightly brushed against mine, which suddenly ignited the flutters in my stomach. It wasn't innocent, but rather like he was teasing me, knowing that for the longest while — or might I say two years — I've been craving his kiss.

Before I could comprehend his next moves, he smashed his lips down onto mine which resulted in a deep throaty gasp from me from how fast everything occurred. I sucked in a harsh breath as our lips mingled together and all the suppressed past feelings that I harbored for him began to rush back into my body and I willingly responded to it.

He pressed his tongue at the seam of lips and I granted him permission by parting them and allowing his tongue to slip in and intertwine with mine in the most sensual way I've ever. His hands traveled down to my waist and my hands wrapped around his neck and tangled in his disheveled brown curly hair. He bit my lower lip, stretching it slightly before attacking them once again.

Still going at it in full swing, I let my hands travel over his enlarged pecs and down his toned abs. I hooked my hands in his sweatpants and heard a moan escape his lips as he pressed himself onto me, his weight beginning to give in since his control was beginning to crumble.

I pulled back to catch my breath, making sure to gasp for air and take in a substantial amount before I was attacked once again. Only now have I realized that my hands were still hooked in his pants, and quickly I pulled them back to my chest as if they burnt.

What the hell just happened.

"What the–"

"Shush," he placed his finger on my lips and moved his head further towards mine. He soon replaced his finger with his own lips and instead of full on attacking them once again he attached my bottom lip between his teeth and lightly tugged at it once again, all the while his brown eyes were locked with mine, never breaking eye contact.

What the hell am I doing! This is Tyler Hart. We've only seen each other for a few days since that day and now, just after having sex with a girl, I'm in his bed kissing him!?

"Tyler."

"Hmm?" He hummed distractedly as he peppered my jaw line with kisses and he moved towards my ear lobe and lightly nibbled on it. "What–what are we doing?" I asked as I shoved at his chest. He pulled back with a smirk still plastered on his face and shrugged. "Whatever you want us to do," he mumbled as he rubbed his soft hands against my thighs and gave it a tight squeeze.

I parted my lips to reply, but the loud knock coming from the door cut me off. My eyes widened and my instincts kicked in so I quickly pushed Tyler off of me, which caused him to tumble off the bed and land on the floor with a thud.

"Fork, Arabella!" He groaned loudly.

Wait, did he just say fork?

"Tyler, you sly dog I saw you last night with that girl. Where is she?"

I scowled deeply as Ace strode into the room and his eyes widened when they settled on me. I almost forgot about that, how stupid was I to allow him to kiss me and make me fall for his charming act all again. Maybe I really was an easy pass.

"Oh shit. Did you exchange ladies and settled for Bella!?" Ace exclaimed. Tyler grunted from his position and I quickly scrambled onto the floor.

"I–I should go!" I squeaked as I began rushing past Ace and out the door. "Wait Bella. Shit, dude what the hell!" Tyler exclaimed loudly as I tumbled out of the room and rushed into mine. I shut the door behind me and huffed out. Erika stared at me curiously and arched her brows in question as she calmly blew on her painted fingernails. "Where were you?" She asked suspiciously.

I leaned against the door and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, "I was in Tyler's room making out with him. I am so screwed."

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"Gather up everyone gather up!" Mrs Grot Shouted as she gestured for us all to gather under the huge oak tree I sat under a day or two ago.

Erika wouldn't stop grinning as she stared between Tyler and I who were magically in this class together, he could have taken any course , it just had to be this one. "Hey did you know that donkeys are also called asses. So if I say hey baby nice ass that practically means I'm saying hey baby nice donkey! Get it, Man that's dope."

"You put the I in stupid." Erika mumbled in irritation.

"Anyway, we've gathered you guys here today to discuss the class retreat, I'm sure you were all aware of the classes syllabus, the retreat is mandatory and is worth ten percent of your grade. If you wish to not attend its an automatic zero."

"A retreat. Why the hell do we need a retreat, what are we, preschoolers!?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed in annoyance. I groaned deeply followed by Erika who smacked her face in her hands and shook her head in disbelief. I think we were all thinking what this guy just said, why do we, college students need a retreat? For what possible reason?

"For every class participating there will be a set of different locations, at this place you will observe the environment around you. We will participate in the events presented to you and in the end you have to write an eight page essay on how this trip has impacted you and what you learnt from it. If you need more information book an appointment with me, this is college not high school,"

"Kill me now." Erika muttered, I whispered to her that this wouldn't be that bad, a retreat seems nice and refreshing, it was a way to get away from this school and explore something new, quite frankly now that she explained what was gonna happen I'm quite excited.

She suddenly began clapping her hands frantically as the class erupted in hysteric groans. "We'll start by Friday which means you have two days to pack up and get ready to enjoy the wild!"

My eyes widened as I recoiled in shock and listened to the humourless laugh of Erika "The what now?" She huffed out in disbelief as her mouth hung low in shock. Mrs. Grot beamed brightly, a little amusement sparkled in her eyes as she clapped her hands excitedly, "Ladies and gentlemen, drum rolls please. . ."

"We're going to a forest."