I Want You To Want Me Chapter 1

Hey guys this is grovychic 2 here and I'm informing you guys that I will be continuing my series but since you guys seem really interested with this one I'll post chapter 1 of I Want You To Want Me.

~* CHARACTER LINE-UP*~
Anna Popplewell as Lissa Odell
Henry Cavill as Mahkennah Rivera
India Eisley as Ashton Odell
Jesse McCartney as Caiden Martling
Joanna Krupa as Catarina Belkov
Logan Lerman as Cooper Avery
Lyndsy Fonseca as Mia Ishkov
Odette Yustman as Evangeline Smith
Ryan Sheckler as Hunter Bont
Skandar Keynes as Landon Storms
Tom Sturridge as Eithan Avery
Tyler Posey as Sebastian Peña
Vanessa Hudgens as Marisol Santiago
William Moseley as Preston Ferris
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His fingertips slid along my back, applying hardly any pressure, yet sending shock waves over my flesh. Slowly, slowly, his hands moved across my skin, down the sides of my stomach to finally rest in the curves of my hips. Just below my ear, I felt his lips press against my neck, followed by another kiss just below it, then another, then another......
His lips moved from my neck toward my cheek and then finally found my mouth. We kissed, wrapping ourselves closer together. My blood burned within me, and I felt more alive in that moment than I ever had. I realized then that this was a dream, those arousing dreams I've had for weeks now and HE was in them. Some coherent part of me immediately realized what was happening--and boy, was it pissed off. The rest of me, however, was still actually living in this encounter, experiencing it as though I was really being touched and kissed. That part of me couldn't break away.

I sat upright in my bed, suddenly feeling smothered. I tried kicking off the covers but mostly ended up entangling my legs even more. My heart beat hard in my chest, and I tried to take deep breaths to steady myself and return to my own reality.

"God," I muttered, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My voice was muffled in a yawn. Worse than being woken up, though, was the way I still felt. Sure, none of that making out had actually happened to me. It hadn't been a real occurence that MY skin was being touched or MY lips being kissed. Yet my body seemed to feel the loss of it nonetheless. It had been a very long time since I'd been in that kind of situation. I ached and felt warm all over. It was idiotic, but suddenly, desperately, I wanted someone to touch me--even just hold me. I stood up on shaky legs, feeling restless and...well, sad. Sad and empty. I splashed cool water on my face and stared in the mirror. The reflection looking back at me had tangled hair and bloodshot eyes. I needed something to wake me up and shake away what I'd seen. And yet I still wanted to go back to sleep to have those dreams again, I left the bathroom and turned toward the stairwell, my feet light on the steps as I went downstaris. The first floor of my dorm in St. Dashkov Academy was still and quiet. It was almost noon--middle of the night for vampires, since they ran on a nocturnal schedule. Lurking near the edge of a doorway, I scanned the lobby. It was empty, save for the yawning Moroi man sitting at the front desk. He leafed halfheartedly through a magazine, held to consciousness only by the finest of threads. He came to the magazine's end and yawned again. Turning in his revolving chair, he tossed the magazine on a table behind him and reached for what must have been something else to read.

While his back was turned, I darted past him toward the set of double doors that opened outside. Praying the doors wouldn't squeak, I carefully opened one a crack, just enough to slip through. Once outside, I eased the door shut as gently as possible. No noise. At most, the guy would feel a draft. Feeling like a ninja, I stepped out into the light of day.

Cold wind blasted me in the face, but it was exactly what I needed. Leafless tree branches swayed in that wind, clawing at the sides of the stone dorm like fingernails. The sun peeped at me from between lead-colored clouds, further reminding me that I should be in bed and asleep. Squinting at the light, I tugged my robe tighter and walked around the side of the building, toward a spot between it in the gym that wasn't quite so exposed to the elements. The slush on the sidewalk soaked into the cloth of my slippers, but I didn't care.
Yeah, it was a typically miserable winter day in Montana, but that was the point. The crisp air did wake me up and chase off the remnants of the virtual love scene. Plus, it kept me firmly in my own head. Focusing on the cold in my body was better than remembering what it had felt like to have HIS hands on me. Standing there, staring off at a cluster of trees without really seeing them, I was suprised to feel a spark of anger at myself for awaking from that dream. It must be nice, I thought bitterly, to do whatever the hell you wanted...

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