As the leaves change [intro] {joe jonas}

A Tabor Colt knows that consumption of alcohol will not be tolerated.

Apparently the chapel has a basement, because I'm standing in right now. This was sort of a relief, because honestly, who would want to be drinking and grinding in between the pews the whole nigh? Awkward! But still, even in the basement, I felt extremely guilty for being here (Not that I'm a goody two shoes or anything, okay well I might be a little but that's beside the point), because for the whole party I felt like God was watching me, looking down on my every sinful move.
My whole guilt tip went flying out the window once I had a few beers in my system, however. I wasn't drunk, but give me an hour or two and that could very well change. I was currently dancing with the blonde haired boy I had met earlier at orientation today, my back up against his front as we swayed to the beat of the song. Usually, I wouldn't be dancing this close with someone I had just met, but I suppose it was the alcohol in my system that was making me a little looser.
The whole room was crowded with a throng of moving people, some dancing, others standing on the sides, a few kids even passed out on the old church organs. It was quite a sight to see really. I was pretty sure I even saw a group of guys passing around some pills in the corner at one point. Now I can't say I'd never been to a party out in California where some drugs were present (not that I've ever taken any), but I didn't think a prep school in Maine to say the least, would be quite as similar.
I glanced around the room in hopes of finding any more scandalous activities going on, only to see Joe staring at me with this, indescribably sexy look on his face. He had been doing that the whole night and it was driving me absolutely crazy; Just standing off to the side and watching me with those penetrating brown eyes, not even hiding his gaze when I would catch him. Do not give in Harper, remember what Tessa said.
Getting a little thirsty, I turned around to tell Caleb that I was going to go get something to drink. He nodded me off and disappeared into the crowd of people, finding another girl to grind with I imagine. Making my way to the beverages, I looked behind myself, expecting to find Joe watching me down like hawk but he had disappeared from his spot off to the side quicker than that box of pizza wolfed down by some stoners with a serious case of the munchies.
I stood at the table making the utterly painful decision between Red Bull and Diet Coke for a few seconds when suddenly I felt a pair of hands snake around my waist. I didn't even have to look down at the limbs of my approacher to tell whom they belonged to, there was only one kid at Tabor I knew so far who had the charm to pull this off a new girl.
"So what do you think of Tabor so far?" the oh-so familiar voice whispered into my ear. The light brushing of his soft lips against my skin was just enough to send a frenzy of knots to entangle their way in my nervous system.
"I think I could get in a lot more trouble here than from where I'm from, Jonas," I smiled and turned around to face him. Popping open the can of Red Bull, I leaned my head back and took a long, savory chug of the liquid. Mmm.
Joe simply took the prop out of my hand and placed it on the table behind me. "How about that dance?"
My eyes seemed to gravitate towards his and as much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't. I was completely powerless. It was like he could see right through me almost. That my whole hard-to-get persona was just a charade. Which, I guess it was, but I couldn't let him think that. Not after what Tessa told me.
"Oh Harper," she said, shaking her head at me like I was oblivious to the world. "You've got a lot to learn about Joe Jonas.
This instantly perked my interests. I figured he was a bit of a ladies man, but now I was getting the feeling he was a lot more. With a raised eyebrow, I turned to look at her. "Please, enlighten me."
"Joe Jonas is like the John Tucker of Tabor-"
"He dates multiple girls at the same time?!" I interjected incredulously.
"No, not quite. Believe it or not Joe isn't the cheating type. I guess saying he gets bored with girls easily would be a better way to put it," Tessa stated.
"What do you mean he gets bored?" I used finger quotes against the word.
"Well, he never settles down with a girl for more than a week or two, and never actually commits to a relationship. He pretty much just does jumps around hooking up with chick after chick."
"And none of them even care?" I asked, not understanding how girls could be so vulnerable.
"Pft, are you kidding me?" she laughed. "Joe Jonas is the most coveted guy at Tabor. You don't care how you get a piece of him to yourself, as long as you get something period. It's quite sad, actually."
I am not going to be just another name on his list. If Joe wants me, I mean really wants me; he won't just give up. Unlike most of these other boarding school sluts, I know what makes a boy tick; a chase, something out of their grasp.
Guys always want something more if it's not easily accessible to them, naturally. You always want what you can't have. And if most of these girls are dropping like flies at Joe's knees, well I'll just be the complete opposite.I'll be the blue light that attracts him until he finally reaches me and... Wait no, that was a bad analogy. Technically once the fly reaches the light it gets zapped and dies. I don't want to actually kill him... I hope not at least.
I wanted so badly to decline Joe's offer. Tell him that he could just keep watching me dance instead. But apparently God was not on my side today, for the next song that was playing through the iHome at the front of the basement was that new Timbaland song with the girl. You know, the one that has a catchy beat you can't help but to dance to. Ugh, damn you, Timbaland.
I bit my lip, looking back up to Joe's eyes. Unfortunately he took this stint as an act of seductiveness, which it was far from considering I actually did it out of self-conflict, because he gave me that incredibly sort of crooked smile and whisked me off into the midst of dancing people.
My backside was pressed firmly up against his front, so firmly in fact it felt as if his body heat was spreading over me faster than a case of Ebola. His hands had found their way to the outside of my thighs, carefully and slowly but not so slyly causing the mid-thigh hem of my violet t-shirt dress to rise. Thank God I had decided to wear leggings underneath.
As the song progressed I upped my dancing moves a little bit. I swayed my hips faster, harder, but Joe kept tight with my movements, following my lead. Even when I changed the tempo a bit, he wouldn't miss a beat, the grip he had on my waist only tightening. He was a surprisingly good dancer to my disbelief. I figured him to be one of those guys who kind of just chilled there as the girl danced up on him, but once again he had proven me wrong.
A couple songs later, my right hand shot it's way up to the back of Joe's neck, tangling itself in his dark brown locks and ultimately pulling us even closer if that was physically possible. On occasion I could even feel Joe nuzzle his nose softly into the crook of my neck, which would result in me inwardly moaning and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.
Unfortunately, he could see the latter of the effects for whenever it happened I could feel the corner of his lips turn into a smirk as his face rubbed against my bare skin. No, this wasn't supposed to be happening. My little teasing act was dropping faster than the girl's dancing at this party (Note to self Harper; quit it with the analogies. And talking in third person too, that's just weird).
I needed to do something daring and risky. Totally unexpected that would catch Joe off guard. I just hoped to God that my plan wouldn't backfire against me. Quickly turning around, I stationed myself so that I was in between Joe's left leg. Although it was awkward at first, I got comfortable with the position after a while and continued to dance with his hands now gripping at the small of my back.
I waited until the dancing got a little more heated to make my next move. Sliding my arms around his neck, I once again pulled our bodies closer, his chest almost pushed against mine. His eyes averted downward and locked onto mine. His normal chocolate brown eyes seemed almost to have lightened under mine, conveying a totally different emotion than before. There was a certain fire of lust behind his gaze that I couldn't put a name on, so I put an action on it instead. I took him by the back of the head, attaching our lips so quickly that he was frozen for just a split second. It was short and sweet, but nonetheless passionate and right when he was beginning to kiss back I disconnected my mouth from his, slightly pulling on his lower lip as I backed off.
As I reopened my eyes I noticed that his were still closed, not expecting me to have pulled away as soon as I had. When I turned back around in our previous position so he couldn't try to make another move, Joe apparently felt like he needed to improve his own game, because he began to softly sponge the back of my neck with light kisses as we continued to dance and although he couldn't see it, I had a grin so large the chesire cat would be envious. Luckily my hormones hadn't taken over control because at the moment Joe Jonas was exactly where I wanted him to be. Chasing for more.

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