Chapter 28
The beer dribbles down my chin as my friends all shout chug, chug, chug at the top of their lungs. The beats of the music blare in the background, adding to the sensory overload.
“I win.” Harry slams the red plastic cup down on the table and lets out a huge belch as he wipes his mouth off.
“Fuck! You were so close, dude!” Billy clasps my shoulder as I drop my cup, finishing barely a second later.
I’m going to hear about this all night.
“The fuck, Harry, you’ve got half of it down your shirt. Surely that’s cheating,” Matt says, nodding to Harry’s beer sodden shirt.
“Don’t throw a paddy. I won fair and square. Didn’t I, King?”
I look at him, wiping my mouth as a flash of jet black grabs my attention, and I pause. Harry follows my gaze, and the smarmy bastard flashes a huge grin.
“Fuck me. Your sister is on another level. Those fucking lips.”
“She’s not my sister,” I grate, teeth clenched as I take in her outfit. If you can even call it that.
Her shorts barely cover her arse cheeks, her black, tight Guns N Roses t-shirt hugs every curve, and her biker boots give her a rock chick vibe. I bite the inside of my cheek, jaws clenched as my eyes meet her blues.
“I thought you told her not to come,” Billy whispers.
“I did. And she promised me she wouldn’t.” I swallow down my annoyance and nod once at her, which she returns with her own.
I hope she sees that I’m fucking livid.
The sea of bodies in the living room who were grinding against each other part ways as Lucy and her best friend, Gemma, walk through the party.
This was supposed to be a Year 13 party, but knowing Harry, he purposefully invited her to get to me. Ever since I beat him to a bloody pulp, he’s had it out for me. Him and his fucking lackeys.
But like I had told Billy, she’d promised me not to come. She promised me to stay home so James doesn’t throw a shit fit at her again for being out until God knows what time.
A girl with blonde hair comes up to me, her makeup piled on, hair loose and curled. She peeks up at me through long, luscious lashes and doe blue eyes.
They aren’t as blue as hers, though. Not as cold.
Not as sad.
Not as broken.
“Hey you,” she purrs the words at me, “you spilt beer.” She traces her fingers over my chest, walking them over the liquid on my shirt, until she stops at my mouth and rubs an invisible drop of beer from my cheek, then sucks her finger.
All the while, holding my eyes.
Fuck me.
Jamie Hard-On Harding.
We had a fling last summer, and it would seem the girl would like nothing more than another one. The ice blue gaze of Lucy falls on me, I can sense it, but I don’t seek her out.
Words and actions are two of the most important things to me. You can say one thing and do the complete opposite. And whether there is an excuse or not, it’s a lie. It’s a broken promise.
I hate breaking promises. Sometimes circumstance takes away your choice, but to see Lucy tonight…knowing that she made the choice to break her promise to me. She said the words but did the opposite.
She lied.
It pisses me off.
So as Jamie Hard-on Harding continues to suck her index finger through her plush lips, my eyes fill with lust and my dick hardens, because I want those lips around something else.
And as it’s my birthday, why shouldn’t I have some fun?
I lean forward, smelling her overly sweet perfume, and whisper, “Want to get out of here?”
Jamie is in the toilet, and I’m leaning against the wall, waiting for her to reappear. I’m still fuming with Lucy, and as the loud laughter and music booms around me, my mind is anywhere but at the party. Internally, I’m having an argument with myself.
Take her home before he realises she’s gone.
Or, just let her get the fuck on with it, bugger the consequences.
“I’m telling you, man, her gag reflex was impressive. I held her head to my cock and fucked the shit out of her mouth.” Carl and Steven’s laughter stops me from hearing the rest of the sentence.
“Quality idea, Harry. I didn’t think half of them would go through with it. I bet you can’t wait to dangle that one in front of Owen’s face.”
“Yeah, man! Can you imagine his face when you tell him she had her lips round your cock?”
What.
The.
Fuck.
My temple throbs as I listen. My pulse picks up speed and adrenaline pulses through my blood. My fists clench, my teeth grind together. Red fucking rage explodes through my veins.
I hear three distinct snorts, and the muffled voices get louder as they head out of the bedroom they were sniffing coke in.
“I’ve got a hard on just thinking about it. Where is she, anyway? I can’t wait to feel her soft pus”
“What the fuck, man,” Carl says as he walks into the back of Steven. His eyes land on mine, and the look on my face is enough to make them both halt in their tracks.
“Ah shit,” he says.
Harry appears behind them, and I tense.
That mother fucking arsehole.
“Ready when you are.” Jamie appears to my left, but I don’t acknowledge her. I’m too busy glaring at the three pieces of shit who all stand in the doorway.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” The words come out in a deep growl, teeth grinding so hard that I’m focusing on that rather than doing the thing I really, really want to do.
Punch him, punch him, punch him.
With every beat of my heart, my inner voice is screaming at me to hurt him. With every blink, I can see the blood-shot eyes of Lucy. Every beat of the music has an undertone of her sobbing.
Fucking sobbing in my arms because of what this piece of shit did to her.
I knew these guys were arseholes. I knew these guys skated along the edge of right and wrong.
What I’d never expected from them was making the Year 11 girls suck their cocks for an invitation to their mother fucking party.
Jamie senses the tension, looks between us all, and grabs my bicep, which flexes under my t-shirt. I’ve started working out more, I’ve started getting stronger. I’ve started to learn how to fight.
To protect myself, to protect Lucy.
I thought it would be from our foster father, not my fucking classmates.
But I will protect her, like I promised.
Red descends and I explode.
My fist balls up and I launch myself into the three of them.