I better be about to hear she found the cure to a disease or some shit, she knows better than to leave me alone at a party… It's part of our best friend's code.
She bites her bottom lip and plays with the rings on her slim fingers, “I was with August, and… he kissed me.” She throws her hands up to her face, squealing with excitement. I squeal with her and do a little happy dance, the kid actually grew some balls and did it. Now we just have to wait for them to figure out that they should be in a relationship, and we’re golden.
“You need to tell me everything.”
“He told me he wanted to talk to me, so we went upstairs and into this random bedroom. He said he knew the guy so it was fine but I don’t really know if that’s true or not… it was actually a really nice room but there was a bunch of clothes scattered-”
“Steph, you’re rambling. Get to the good part” I interrupt.
“Right, sorry” She smiles sheepishly. “Anyway, so we get in there and the minute the door closes he grabs my face and kisses me. Like heart melting, earth shattering, spark inducing kind of kiss. I don’t even know how long it lasted but it was the best, however many seconds, of my life.”
She falls back onto the porch, sighing in content. I lay down next to her and turn my face so I can see her, “did either of you say anything after?”
“He leaned his forehead against mine and told me that he’d been wanting to do that since the first day he met me. Claire, I swear to god my heart exploded right there and then.”
The door opens and we both sit up to see who it is. Lucas looks down at us, “you guys coming in or are you just gonna sit on the steps the whole night like a bunch of losers?”
Didn’t expect anything less from the douche who just ditched me.
“We’re coming, don’t get your little panties in a twist” Steph laughs as she gets up and extends a hand to me.
When we walk past him, his face is all scrunched up in confusion, “I don’t wear panties” he says. When we don’t respond he starts to panic and chases after us, “wait you guys know I don’t wear panties right?Right?”
* * *
The music’s blasting, people are singing, and I’m currently kicking Millers ass at pong.
I throw another shot and it lands perfectly in the back right cup, he sticks his tongue out at me and I stick out mine right back. I never took Miller to be a sore loser but here we are I guess. He throws his shot and it just misses the cup, I can’t help but laugh as he pulls his hair.
My last shot lands, “get fucked Miller!” I yell over the loud noise.
“You really suck, like suck more than the girl attached to Blairs neck” he retorts.
I look over my shoulder to see exactly what Miller described, Blair sits on the couch with a chick vacuum sucking his neck. He looks up and makes eye contact with me, winks, then blows me a kiss.
Steph and August are sitting on the couch behind Miller, August has his arm wrapped protectively around her while he eyes every single guy at this party. You’d think he’s a dog protecting the only food he’s found in weeks with the way he’s acting. Davis snuck off with a girl a while ago, and Lucas is sitting next to Blair, scrolling on his phone.
We’re re-setting the cups for the next group of people to play when someone places their hand on my back. I jump –shaken from the sudden contact– and look up to see the guy from before, the same guy who bumped into me.
He leans in close, his hot breath fanning my face. The beer on his breath hits me like a damn truck, “I just want to apologize for earlier, I didn’t mean to bump into you. I kinda feel like an ass cause you’re drop dead gorgeous and you ran out before I had the chance to talk to you.” A nasty-ass grin slides across his face, it gives me the ick.
I don’t know why but I have a really bad feeling about him.
“Uh, thanks” I say, taking a step back. “But don’t worry about earlier, I just needed some air.”
I turn around and continue resetting my cups, but his hand grabs my wrist. He squeezes it a littletootight and forces me to turn to face him, “my name's Jacob by the way, maybe we can go outside and grab some more air?”
“No. I’m good, thanks though.” Why am I thanking him for his offer? Why do I feel like I owe him the courtesy of kindness when he’s clearly a sleaze-bag.
His hand gets a little tighter and I have to hold back a yelp of pain, “I really think we should head outside. It would be nice to get to know you a bit better.” His eyes flick up and down my body, lingering a little too long on my tits.
I feel like I’m going to throw up.
Next thing I know I feel four tall bodies standing on either side of me, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that my friends have come to my rescue.
“I think she said she’s good. You can leave now.” August says, and I don’t miss the venom laced in his tone.
“Stay out of this asshole, it’s none of your business” Jacob bites back.
