throws her hands up in the air. “This is such bullshit.”
“Watch the language, and what happened to your eye?”
And there it is. Skylar’s hand shoots up and she mumbles, “The bathroom door at school slammed right into my face. It’s not a big deal. Looks worse than it is.”
“That’s a handprint.”
Skylar hops from the bed and stomps her way across the room. “I told you stuff like this would happen. Stop staring at me like I’m a freak. A couple of girls got the best of me, big effing deal!”
She starts to push past Erin. I grab her wrist and pull her toward my room. “Just give us a couple of minutes.” Erin nods and Brian agrees. They retreat down the steps while I tug her to my room.
Once my door is closed Skylar wriggles out of my clutches and snaps, “This is all your fault.”
“My fault! Oh no, no, no, this is all you. No one told you to make screwing moans. You did that, baby.” I take a step closer to her, letting her tangerine scent assault me. God, she smells so good.
Her eyes flick from mine to my lips and then to the floor so quick I almost miss it. I push away from her and circle back to my dresser. “You aren’t going to last a freaking month let alone a whole school year if you don’t start defending yourself.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you not hear my mom the other night? If she gets a phone call from the school, I’m practically dead. So what would you like me to do? Should I tell on every single person who trips me, pushes me into a corner, or decides to use me as a trash can?” I look over at her. “Let’s be honest this isn’t going away no matter what I do. People like Amber and her band of trolls can go screw themselves!” She turns to my door.
“What are you going to do then?”
“Nothing. Good night, Caleb.” She stalks out of my room, leaving me rendered speechless with lots of thoughts.
***
Derrick and I enter Amber’s parents’ house which is crowded. What happened at our house, if Derrick heard Erin about the bruised eye, he hasn’t said a word. And I’m not about to ask him. We make our way through the thick of the party and into the kitchen. Most of the linemen are in the back, lining up shots across an island while two receivers and a couple of cheerleaders stand around the keg.
Normally, I’d join Derrick for shots, but I go over to the keg instead. Snatching up a red cup, I tip back the frothy liquid. I manage to get a third of it down when someone squeezes my sides. I jump a little, causing some of my beer to spill onto my shirt. “I thought you’d never make it,” Amber purrs in my ear.
Flicking off some of the foam, I shrug. “Where else would I be?”
“Some other girl’s house.” She pouts.
My mood sours. There’s nothing more annoying than chicks pulling this stunt. Look, if there are other chicks, they’d know about it. “Nah. So, what did you think about the game?”
She smiles and lets her tongue dart out and slide across her full lips. I smile back and she snatches a full bottle of Jack. “How about you and I take our party somewhere else?” She stumbles a little toward a room off of the kitchen area.
I follow her, pushing my way past the guys. Derrick catches me and gives me a nod with a fist bump. “I’ll catch another ride.”
Chapter 21
Skylar
Dressed in all black from head to toe, I sneak one more quick glance at myself in the mirror and then smirk. Tonight, I’ve officially lost my mind, but in all fairness, boys are the spawn of the devil himself and they’ve driven me to this. At least, that’s my excuse this time.
Making my way through the kitchen, I glance around like a cat burglar and slip my keys from the hook near the back door. My wheels are technically still on lock down, but I need my revenge. Staying in stealth mode, I exit out the back of the house, and speed walk to my pretty, cherry-red Mini Cooper. Sliding into the front, leaving the door open, I pull the emergency
“Watch the language, and what happened to your eye?”
And there it is. Skylar’s hand shoots up and she mumbles, “The bathroom door at school slammed right into my face. It’s not a big deal. Looks worse than it is.”
“That’s a handprint.”
Skylar hops from the bed and stomps her way across the room. “I told you stuff like this would happen. Stop staring at me like I’m a freak. A couple of girls got the best of me, big effing deal!”
She starts to push past Erin. I grab her wrist and pull her toward my room. “Just give us a couple of minutes.” Erin nods and Brian agrees. They retreat down the steps while I tug her to my room.
Once my door is closed Skylar wriggles out of my clutches and snaps, “This is all your fault.”
“My fault! Oh no, no, no, this is all you. No one told you to make screwing moans. You did that, baby.” I take a step closer to her, letting her tangerine scent assault me. God, she smells so good.
Her eyes flick from mine to my lips and then to the floor so quick I almost miss it. I push away from her and circle back to my dresser. “You aren’t going to last a freaking month let alone a whole school year if you don’t start defending yourself.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you not hear my mom the other night? If she gets a phone call from the school, I’m practically dead. So what would you like me to do? Should I tell on every single person who trips me, pushes me into a corner, or decides to use me as a trash can?” I look over at her. “Let’s be honest this isn’t going away no matter what I do. People like Amber and her band of trolls can go screw themselves!” She turns to my door.
“What are you going to do then?”
“Nothing. Good night, Caleb.” She stalks out of my room, leaving me rendered speechless with lots of thoughts.
***
Derrick and I enter Amber’s parents’ house which is crowded. What happened at our house, if Derrick heard Erin about the bruised eye, he hasn’t said a word. And I’m not about to ask him. We make our way through the thick of the party and into the kitchen. Most of the linemen are in the back, lining up shots across an island while two receivers and a couple of cheerleaders stand around the keg.
Normally, I’d join Derrick for shots, but I go over to the keg instead. Snatching up a red cup, I tip back the frothy liquid. I manage to get a third of it down when someone squeezes my sides. I jump a little, causing some of my beer to spill onto my shirt. “I thought you’d never make it,” Amber purrs in my ear.
Flicking off some of the foam, I shrug. “Where else would I be?”
“Some other girl’s house.” She pouts.
My mood sours. There’s nothing more annoying than chicks pulling this stunt. Look, if there are other chicks, they’d know about it. “Nah. So, what did you think about the game?”
She smiles and lets her tongue dart out and slide across her full lips. I smile back and she snatches a full bottle of Jack. “How about you and I take our party somewhere else?” She stumbles a little toward a room off of the kitchen area.
I follow her, pushing my way past the guys. Derrick catches me and gives me a nod with a fist bump. “I’ll catch another ride.”
Chapter 21
Skylar
Dressed in all black from head to toe, I sneak one more quick glance at myself in the mirror and then smirk. Tonight, I’ve officially lost my mind, but in all fairness, boys are the spawn of the devil himself and they’ve driven me to this. At least, that’s my excuse this time.
Making my way through the kitchen, I glance around like a cat burglar and slip my keys from the hook near the back door. My wheels are technically still on lock down, but I need my revenge. Staying in stealth mode, I exit out the back of the house, and speed walk to my pretty, cherry-red Mini Cooper. Sliding into the front, leaving the door open, I pull the emergency
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