“Who cares? I doubt we’ll even see him and if we do—fuck it. We’re juniors and I turn seventeen literally this month.” Moving to get off the bed and gathering some clothes I head to the shower.
“Okay, okay. Let’s do it. I’ll take a quick shower so your sweaty ass can jump in when you get here.”
“Over and out!” Felix hangs up the phone, and I toss mine back onto the bed before opening the bathroom door. As I let the hot water flow over me, I recall that day last year—where I stood here and let Aaron watch me shower. Both times I encountered Aaron alone while he was drunk, something scandalous happened. Maybe that’s why Amber is always glued to him these days. Some sort of Bear repellent. I scoff and wash up, finishing my shower as quickly as possible so as to not sit in the memoriesof that night.
Felix gets home soon after—and a few hours and one good meal later—we’re approaching a giant, two-story house on the side of town that’s even nicer than Felix’s. The lights inside are strobing and I can feel a beat pulsing through the lawn as we walk up onto the concrete path.
“Fuck yeah.” Felix says, grinning at me. His black hair is cut shorter this year—close-cut on the sides and longer on the top. He looks like your everyday hot jock in his jeans and his button-up shirt. I chuckle. Fe and I went in separate ways this year in terms of appearance. All because I learned a trade secret.
Girls go crazy for a guy who’s secure enough to dress a bit more…unconventional. My low-waisted, straight-leg jeans that sit right below where the beginnings of my Adonis belt is outlined over my hip bones and into the soft skin between them—a tight black crew neck that stops right under my belly button, so a sliver of my midriff is on display. Pair that with some chunky sneakers and a small gold chain and man. This outfit has gotten me way more phone numbers than a polo ever could. Plus, I think it’s hot. It’s the 21st century—fuck the norms.
We enter the front door, and I’m shocked to see that I immediately know most of the people around us. Don’t get me wrong—being best friends and in our respective sports (as well as Aaron’s family—but I never said that) makes Felix and I decently popular. Tack on that neither of us are necessarily unattractive and that pretty much gives us the right to know almost everyone in our grade, at least. But Lancaster Public High School is huge—and this party is supposedly the biggest one of the year. I guess we know more people than we thought. We pass different guys—nodding “hey” and “what’s up, man”—throwing a smile to whatever girl tries to stop us to say hello. Yeah, junior year is much, much different from sophomore year.
“Baby A! Benny!” Felix and I turn our heads to the living room on the right, a guy who looks to be a bit smaller than us but definitely isn’t lacking in the looks department is waving us over. His black hair is slicked back with what could be sweat and there’sa girl tucked under his arm where he sits on the couch. There are so many people in the room the only space available is to stand in front of the couch—so we do.
“Hey Cam! Is this your party?” Cam nods and I begin to recognize him. He’s on the soccer team with Aaron, which is obvious as no one else calls Felix “Baby A”. I can’t remember what position he plays—or where he sits on their social hierarchy—but he’s always been nice to me at barbecues and soccer games.
“Looks dope as shit.” I say, giving him a casual smile. He grins up at me, rubbing a hand on the girl’s shoulder absentmindedly.
“You guys are far too sober. Go to the kitchen—back out to the hall and straight ahead. Get a draaaaank!” He yells the ending, making Felix and I chuckle as we walk back the way we came, dodging a couple making out on the floor right in front of the archway.
We find the kitchen pretty quickly.
“Okay, Bear.” Felix turns to me, handing me one of the Coke and Fireball mixtures from Hell he’s just concocted. “We walk home; we sleep in the pool house. If Aaron’s here—fuck him. We will avoid him and have a good night.” Memories of the pool house—of Aaron—of the smell of alcohol and the feel of his hands all over me swarm my head making me dizzy. Not the time, nor the place.
“Cheers.” I clink my solo cup to his and we both take a big gulp—cringing at the taste—and Felix smiles at me. Such a genuine smile makes my chest hurt. I’ve been doing well lately. I haven’t seen Dad, I have started to imagine a future for myself. Things are starting to quiet down around me—and I freeze in my freefall. The itch has subsided.
We make our way to the den that’s past the kitchen. There’s a staircase on the other side leading to the second floor and there are people sitting on the steps casually—as if no one needs to walk there. Felix grabs my hand and squeezes.
“Hey, I’m going to go talk to that girl.” He gestures wildly, not giving me an exact place to look. “Bear, get laid. I swear to God.” I burst out a startled laugh and shove him away.
“Okay, Romeo, go away.” After he disappears into the crowd—I’m not alone for very long. I sit against the decorative table by the hall, looking around the room, when a hand lands on my shoulder.
“Hi. You are… very pretty.” I turn my attention to the girl speaking. The first thing I see are her breasts—big and full—way too big for the rest of her body. Her hair is straw blonde and curled around her shoulders. A tight maxi dress hugs her hourglass figure, and she bats her long lashes up at me around big blue eyes. Yeah—she’s fucking hot.
“Thank you. I’m Benjamin, and your name is…” I give her a lazy grin. She inches closer.
“Angel.”
“Hm. Angel—I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” Her hand slides to my bicep where she not so subtly squeezes the muscle there. I down the rest of my drink (Felix—did you put the whole bottle in here?!) and place a hand on her hip.
“Of course not. I don’t go to Lancaster.” Angel is giving me a seductive smile, her eyes looking me over. I can see her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her dress as I rub circles on her hip. Oh, fuck.
“Well, that’s a damn shame.” I give her a mock pout, causing her to throw her head back with a very high-pitched, girly laugh. It makes me grin harder.
“Please,” She moves closer until she’s standing between my legs, and I place my other hand on the other hip. “We both know that’s a hot guy’s wet dream. Hot girl—no commitment required.” I cock an eyebrow at her and lean in, smelling her expensive perfume and lingering hint of a vodka and orange juice.
“Oh? And what happens in this wet dream of mine with the hot girl and no commitment?” She giggles—placing her lips to my ear.
“Normally he fucks me in the bathroom and then never talks to me again.” She whispers, and a jolt of heat rushes through me—myeyes widening slightly. My dick flies to half-mast as my grin grows. I’m sure I’m blushing, but I keep my expression a tad bit cocky as she leans back, pushing some of my golden hair behind my ear. It falls right back—not quite long enough to stay tucked. I run a hand through it and look her up and down.
“Well, Angel,” I stand—towering over her by at least two inches. “I think you’ll need to show me where this dream bathroom is. I am, in fact, very curious.” She giggles once again, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the stairs. As we walk, I see the bottom of her ass poke out of her dress.
Yeah—this will be a good night. We pass Felix and the girl he’s chatting up on the way and he offers me a high-five—low and discreet.
I’m halfway up the stairs when the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Pausing almost on instinct, I turn around, assessing my surroundings with my height advantage. I find him pretty quickly—leaning against a wall in the den straight across from where I stand—glaring daggers at me that would absolutely kill if looks could. His green eyes are looking at me—then Angel—our hands intertwined, then back to me again. He takes another drink. Oof. Someone doesn’t like juniors crashing the party. Does he know this girl or something?
A slow grin pulls at my lips and after a moment I turn back to Angel, who gives me a questioning look. I nod forward and she continues on. We haven’t stumbled into the bathroom for longer than ten seconds before she has the door locked and her mouth on mine. I push her against said door—grabbing a leg to wrap it around my waist—the other going to grope one of her breasts. Her hands are in my hair and she’s moaning and whining like I’ve already stuck it in. I kiss her neck, licking my way to her collarbone.
