Chapter 9 #2
There’s a large bonfire going in the back, away from some of the newer graves, and I spot a few people engaging in more scandalous behavior.
Most of them are making out, grinding vigorously to the music, but others are more reckless.
They don’t seem to notice each other, and if they do, it’s in a blasé way that makes me half uncomfortable, half turned on.
I turn to Juliet and raise my eyebrows, and she snorts. “I warned you.”
She makes a left, turning to lead me toward the coolers set up on the concrete wall that separates the cemetery to the outside world.
I step around plots and markers, avoiding the risk that some vengeful ghost will get pissed if I step on their resting place.
I’m not taking any chances with bad luck in a fucking graveyard.
Juliet sticks her hand in one of the coolers, even though it’s filled to the brim with icy water, and pulls out a beer to hand to me.
She goes back in, grabbing one for herself, and then pops the tab.
I do the same, taking a few sips of the bitter liquid before I follow Juliet to an empty stone bench on the perimeter line.
Excitement bubbles up inside of me, something I haven’t felt in a really long time—not since before my parents died—and it brings a big grin to my face.
I feel weightless, like I don’t have a worry in the world, and part of me recognizes the feeling to be intoxication, but the other part of me revels in the freeness. It may be a short relief from the madness that is my head lately, but I welcome it with open arms, greeting it like I know it.
“How come the university allows students to party here?” I ask.
Juliet shrugs. “The cemetery isn’t school property; the fence separates it.” She points to the fence at the edge of the graveyard, the one that parallels the road into BU. “And we’re far enough away from the main building that I think they just pretend we aren’t doing anything.”
My lips curl appreciatively. “Nice.”
We fall back into a comfortable silence, and I continue watching the party around us.
I would say I’m people-watching if anyone asked, but the truth is, I’m looking for them.
The three men who have plagued my mind since I landed in this creepy town.
The Hallows Boys. They’re mysterious, and the girl inside of me that loves solving puzzles can’t let it go.
I want to figure them out, pinpoint exactly what it is about them that makes them so… desirable.
Kaiden with his sharp, knowing eyes.
Beckham with his easy but wicked smile.
Vincent with his deceivingly smooth voice.
They’re red flags if I ever saw them, but right now, I’m colorblind—desperate to know them, desperate to touch their pale skin and dark hair, find out what makes them tick, what makes them bend at the knee.
Juliet groans, and my stomach flips when I follow where she’s looking, finding the three nightmares that have tortured my mind.
My heart pounds, all the blood rushing to my core when I admire them from the shadows. They look delicious, all three of them, walking and talking as if they own the world, completely unbothered and relaxed—like they have no idea how plagued my mind is with them.
Beckham’s wearing dark jeans that hang low, showing the band from his boxers underneath where his white T-shirt has ridden up on his hips.
His curly black hair sticks out from underneath a backwards hat, and I find myself wondering what it would feel like tangled between my fingers, preferably while guiding his face between my legs.
Kaiden walks up beside him, and fuck me sideways, he’s cut from stone.
I lick my lips shamelessly as my mouth waters, and you won’t find a single complaint on my tongue about him.
He’s wearing black jeans that hug his muscular legs, his black T-shirt molding to his skin and showing off the heavy muscles of his forearms. I bite down on my bottom lip when he turns around and I get a view of his tight ass.
Jesus Christ on the cross, what is wrong with my libido?
I must be spiraling, because they are so far from my usual type—I’ve always been a sucker for the golden boys.
The popular athlete who loves his mother and opens my door for me.
Clean-cut preps from private schools who swipe their black cards to solve their problems. But the King Fuckboys of Blackmore are from the opposite side of the scale.
They give off dangerous vibes that make my stomach clench and my breath short out.
They have savage smiles that send a shock wave of electricity through whatever space they’re occupying.
I spot Vincent then, clapping hands with someone in greeting, his face lit up in a smile.
His shorts are sagged low, but they somehow still show off an ass that needs to be squeezed while he thrusts.
His white hoodie is riding up, showing a strip of skin above the black band of his underwear, and I admire the muscles in his back flexing as he talks animatedly.
“Get ready for the theatrics,” Juliet groans once more. “People are going to start flocking.”
She pretends to gag, making me laugh loud and heavy.
And just as she predicted, girls start heading toward the three boys, pulling their tops down to show more cleavage and swinging their hips like they’re trying to entice them.
I find myself feeling a little nauseous as well, and I turn to Juliet to avert my gaze.
“Let’s get another drink.” I cringe outwardly. “I’m gonna need it.”