it. "Two beers."
"Will you be drinking more?" I probably shouldn't ask but I don't stop myself.
He shrugs his shoulders. "Are you?"
"Yeah, I already said I was." I take a long sip from the cup just to prove a point.
Continuing to stare at me, he slowly nods his head up and down. "Yeah, I'll have a few more."
I smile at him and this time it's a real smile. Mainly because I think of him passed out in the field somewhere, getting shit on by crows or something.
A motorcycle roars as it pulls into the driveway. Kyler and I both glance over simultaneously, as do many others from the party. I don't recognize the guy pulling off the helmet. He looks sort of like Jamison, only older and with mounds of hair unlike Jamison who keeps his buzzed. Instead of being dressed in blue jeans and a polo shirt like Kyler and his buddies wear, he has on stained dark jeans and a tight black tee. My face warms up looking at him.
He places his helmet under his armpit before making his way towards the house, glancing over to the crowded field before entering the home. He doesn't look too impressed by all the company.
"Who is... that?" I ask Kyler.
"Jamison’s brother, Jaron."
"Oh. I didn't know he had a brother."
"Half-brother," he adds in. I can hear the disgust in his voice. Apparently he doesn't like Jamison’s half-brother. "He's a few years older, and only here for the summer."
"Gotcha."
"And he's bad news."
My concentration falls back onto Kyler, who is staring at me with concern.
"Looks it," I say, trying to make it sound like there is no way someone who looks like Jaron would interest me. Bringing the red cup back to my lips, I look over to where Dawn is ogling Jamison. Without saying a word to Kyler, I make my way towards her. He pulls on my arm, bringing his lips to my ear. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice is harsh but I can sense he has a smile on his face- making sure everyone at the party is thinking only wonderful thoughts about him.
"Over to Dawn." I pull my arm away from his grip, knowing he won't do anything to stop me. However, I'll likely pay for it later. It embarrasses him when I'm not obedient to him, but sometimes it's hard to pretend, even knowing the consequences.
When I reach the crowd that Dawn is in, she grabs my hand and pulls me away from everyone. "I started my freaking period," she bites out with annoyance. "I shouldn't start until next week. This blows."
"Better early than late, right?" I question. I mean, with all the sex I know she's had- although, she always says she uses protection- I'd rather be early than late.
She lets out a groan. "Sure, I guess. I was just really hoping tonight would be the night I could score with Jamison."
"Ew, really?"
"Uh, yeah. You've seen him, Ravyn. He's totally gorgeous and you know it."
Ignoring her remark, because yeah I know he's cute, I tell her, "Well, he's drunk, so he probably won't even notice."
"Gross." I can see her think about it though. Even though I was completely kidding, it wouldn't surprise me if she did. "Well whatever. You're drinking I see." She peeks down in my cup that is still mainly full.
Our one on one conversation was short lived as the two of us make our way back over towards the crowd. I feel Kyler's eyes burning into me, frustrated with me not being shoved up his ass, but I ignore him completely. It won't be much longer until I'm far from here, far from him, and finally free.
Three drinks in I feel overly buzzed. I hadn't realized how fast all my small sips went. More people have joined the party, the music has gotten louder, and quite a few parked cars now have couples inside steaming up their windows. I've barely seen Kyler, thankfully, and each time I had he had a drink pressed to his mouth. So I'm sure he is off drunk somewhere.
Making my way over to the outhouse, I can tell it's going to be a while with the line of other females. To be a guy when you're outside and have to use the bathroom would definitely be nice.
"Will you be drinking more?" I probably shouldn't ask but I don't stop myself.
He shrugs his shoulders. "Are you?"
"Yeah, I already said I was." I take a long sip from the cup just to prove a point.
Continuing to stare at me, he slowly nods his head up and down. "Yeah, I'll have a few more."
I smile at him and this time it's a real smile. Mainly because I think of him passed out in the field somewhere, getting shit on by crows or something.
A motorcycle roars as it pulls into the driveway. Kyler and I both glance over simultaneously, as do many others from the party. I don't recognize the guy pulling off the helmet. He looks sort of like Jamison, only older and with mounds of hair unlike Jamison who keeps his buzzed. Instead of being dressed in blue jeans and a polo shirt like Kyler and his buddies wear, he has on stained dark jeans and a tight black tee. My face warms up looking at him.
He places his helmet under his armpit before making his way towards the house, glancing over to the crowded field before entering the home. He doesn't look too impressed by all the company.
"Who is... that?" I ask Kyler.
"Jamison’s brother, Jaron."
"Oh. I didn't know he had a brother."
"Half-brother," he adds in. I can hear the disgust in his voice. Apparently he doesn't like Jamison’s half-brother. "He's a few years older, and only here for the summer."
"Gotcha."
"And he's bad news."
My concentration falls back onto Kyler, who is staring at me with concern.
"Looks it," I say, trying to make it sound like there is no way someone who looks like Jaron would interest me. Bringing the red cup back to my lips, I look over to where Dawn is ogling Jamison. Without saying a word to Kyler, I make my way towards her. He pulls on my arm, bringing his lips to my ear. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice is harsh but I can sense he has a smile on his face- making sure everyone at the party is thinking only wonderful thoughts about him.
"Over to Dawn." I pull my arm away from his grip, knowing he won't do anything to stop me. However, I'll likely pay for it later. It embarrasses him when I'm not obedient to him, but sometimes it's hard to pretend, even knowing the consequences.
When I reach the crowd that Dawn is in, she grabs my hand and pulls me away from everyone. "I started my freaking period," she bites out with annoyance. "I shouldn't start until next week. This blows."
"Better early than late, right?" I question. I mean, with all the sex I know she's had- although, she always says she uses protection- I'd rather be early than late.
She lets out a groan. "Sure, I guess. I was just really hoping tonight would be the night I could score with Jamison."
"Ew, really?"
"Uh, yeah. You've seen him, Ravyn. He's totally gorgeous and you know it."
Ignoring her remark, because yeah I know he's cute, I tell her, "Well, he's drunk, so he probably won't even notice."
"Gross." I can see her think about it though. Even though I was completely kidding, it wouldn't surprise me if she did. "Well whatever. You're drinking I see." She peeks down in my cup that is still mainly full.
Our one on one conversation was short lived as the two of us make our way back over towards the crowd. I feel Kyler's eyes burning into me, frustrated with me not being shoved up his ass, but I ignore him completely. It won't be much longer until I'm far from here, far from him, and finally free.
Three drinks in I feel overly buzzed. I hadn't realized how fast all my small sips went. More people have joined the party, the music has gotten louder, and quite a few parked cars now have couples inside steaming up their windows. I've barely seen Kyler, thankfully, and each time I had he had a drink pressed to his mouth. So I'm sure he is off drunk somewhere.
Making my way over to the outhouse, I can tell it's going to be a while with the line of other females. To be a guy when you're outside and have to use the bathroom would definitely be nice.