Chapter 2 #2
“Oh. I just assumed.” She slides off the porch rail, turning to face me. “You could be at the big clubs hanging out in the VIP section. Or throwing a party of your own for all your famous rock star friends. Instead, you’re here.”
“I like these people.” I take a drag off my cigarette. “They aren’t half bad. Maybe you should take a fucking chill pill, get off your high horse, and try to get to know them.”
She looks stunned by my comment. Part of me hopes it stung a little. Don’t care how well off her family is, or what she went through. She doesn’t get to judge anyone else.
“I don’t think I’m better than them,” she snaps. “I’m not some stuck-up bitch.”
“No?” I let the corner of my lips curl up, eyeing her up and down.
Drinking in the short-pleated skirt, that shows off just enough leg to pass as sexy, but still conservative.
The turtleneck covers her top half, but sticks to her like glue, leaving little to imagination.
Teasing in all the right ways, but letting every guy know she doesn’t sleep around. “Could’ve fooled me.”
Her mouth opens but no words come out. Quickly she snaps it shut, staring at me like she can’t believe what I just said. Her hands squeeze into fists, as she shakes her head in frustration.
“God!” she exclaims. “Guys like you are such assholes.”
“Spoken like a stuck-up bitch.” I laugh.
Her mouth drops open again, but then she is marching up to me. The glare on her face makes my cock throb. Her light blue eyes remind me of the clear sky before a storm. A part of me is tempted to let that storm consume me for the night.
But that would be a bad idea. Unless…
“You don’t even know me,” she fires back. “I am not stuck up.”
She is fuming and it shouldn’t make me happy to have gotten under her skin, but I can’t fight the grin that comes over my face. I’m in trouble and the self-destructive addict that lives inside me is excited to see where it takes us.
“Maybe stuck-up isn’t the word, but I bet a good chunk of change on the bitch part being true.”
“Why?” Her question comes out in a grumble. Trembling with rage. It shouldn’t make me happy, but it does.
I’m digging myself into a hole here. I’m just drunk enough not to care if she goes and sells the story of how Ben Parker is an asshole.
It’s a badge of honor to me at this point.
I do like her brother’s band, though. I would like to tour with them again.
So, the right thing to do would be to walk away.
But my feet stay planted. An arrogant smile plastered on my face as I stare down at this very angry hot chick, trying not to get an erection.
“Your brother lets you tag along to a fun party, and you spend the whole night trying to make his life a living hell, while sulking around like a stuck-up bitch.”
Her eyes go wide, and her lips tremble, despite being too stunned to speak.
“I mean, I get it. This isn’t your scene.
Obviously.” I glance down at her brown and cream outfit.
“But for your brother’s sake, you could at least pretend to have a good time.
These parties lead to connections. This kind of thing could be great for his career, but instead of being supportive, you keep nagging him.
That’s pretty selfish. And very bitchy.”
In a fraction of a second, her clenched fist opens, and her hand collides with my face. There is a good amount of force behind it, but it barely leaves behind a sting. The act of it takes me by surprise, though. I didn’t expect physical violence from her, but I don’t hate it.
I laugh when she pulls her hand back. My hand rubs over the spot she hit. I’m in shock and my cock is now officially partly hard.
“Not helping your case, Prue.”
“No?” She reaches forward, taking my cigarette from between my fingers.
Dropping it to the ground, she stomps it out.
“Why don’t you go on then. Tell me how awful I am, despite the fact you don’t even know me.
List off more ways I suck, while you sit on your own high horse.
Pretending you are some rock god. Fucking all the girls you want, and then never calling them back.
Trust me, nothing you say can hurt me. I know how guys like you are.
Been with a bigger asshole than you. Nothing you say can hurt me. ”
“Okay.” I shrug. “I think you could go much further in life if you learned how to fucking relax. It must be so exhausting to do nothing but nag and complain all the time. I’d say remove whatever is stuck up your ass, but we both know you would never let anyone touch that hole.” I smirk.
She rolls her eyes.
“Though anal is probably a fitting word for you, huh?” I continue.
“I bet you love being in control of everything. You just scream neat and tidy. Bet your closet is organized down to the fucking shade. I imagine fucking you would be like having sex with a corpse. You look like the kind of girl who would just lay there and let the man do all the work. You drip of high maintenance and neediness. All your ex-boyfriends probably leaped for joy when you finally cut them free. They only stayed because you look good on their arms and promised one day you’d put it in your mouth, even though you never had any intent on following through on it.
You are just a bitch dressed up as a pretty girl. ”
I don’t really believe half the stuff I’m saying. Most of it is just word vomit to piss her off more. She picked the wrong night to cross paths with me. I’m just low enough to want to ruin someone else or throw myself into her chaos.
“And you are never the main character,” she counters.
“I mean, come on, look at you.” She gestures up and down.
“You are the side character, living in the shadow of everyone around you. Even here, you don’t stand out.
Why did you end up here tonight, Ben? Could it be all your other friends got tired of you?
Maybe they outgrew you.” Her hands rest on her hips as she goes off, pushing her chest out.
I try not to let my gaze drop to her tits.
“You are falling to the waste side. And hanging out with smaller people won’t help people not notice how tiny you are.
” She glares. “And I bet tiny is a word you are very used to hearing, huh?”
“Is that a joke about my dick size?” I laugh.
“If the condom doesn’t fit.” She smirks. “And for your information, I actually enjoy sucking dick.” Fuck me if that statement doesn’t make me harder. “I’m actually really good in bed.”
“Jesus, Prue.” Cameron’s voice comes from behind me. “Too much information, sis.”
“Can we go now?” Prue pleads. “Please?”
“Yeah. Fine. Let me get my shit,” Cameron says, turning around and walking back into the house.
“What’s your number?” I ask, pulling out my phone.
“What?” Her eyes widen again. I could get used to the way shock lights up her features.
“Obviously I went a little too far. Let me make it up to you. How about coffee? My treat.” I grin at her.
“No thanks,” she snaps, marching past me.
I laugh and follow her down the porch steps. Trailing behind her as she walks down the driveway, I let my eyes fall to her ass. Round and mouthwatering.
I shouldn’t be asking for her number, but the way she looked when she was telling me off was too fucking hot. Sure, she struck a few nerves, but when a girl isn’t afraid to admit she likes sucking cock, you don’t turn down the chance to see if it’s true.
“Come on. It’s just coffee.”
“Go fuck yourself,” she says, glancing back at me.
“I could. Or you could.” I smirk. “You can show me just how good in bed you are, and I could prove that my cock isn’t tiny in the slightest.”
“Oh my God,” she groans. “You are a real piece of work, you know that, right? How stupid do you think I am?”
“I never once called you stupid. Stuck-up and bitchy, yes, but never stupid.”
“Does this often work for you? Calling girls bitches and then asking them out?”
“First time for everything.” I shrug with a smile on my face.
“I’m never going anywhere with you. You’re an asshole.”
“Ouch. Prue. That hurts.” I smirk.
“Sure.” She rolls her eyes.
“Trust me, I am worth the headache.”
“Doubtful.”
“I called us a car,” Cameron says, walking up. “Ben, it was fun hanging with you tonight.”
“Yeah.” I nod. “Good seeing you. When we get back to touring, I’ll hit Oscar and you up. Maybe we could bring you guys back out with us.”
“Dude, that would be awesome.”
“I’m going to be sick,” Prue mumbles, rolling her eyes again.
“Did someone have too much to drink?” Cameron asks with a chuckle.
“No.” She sighs, looking over at me. “Clearly not enough.”
“Goodnight,” I say, shooting her one last smirk.
Part of me is glad she didn’t give me her number. No matter how bored I’ve been, I don’t need to invite trouble into my life. Wes would be proud of me for not getting her number. He’d be disappointed in all the other crap I said, but hey, he knows how big of an asshole I am.
Still, another part of me is disappointed I may never see Prue again. She was hot and even sexier when she was glaring at me like I was the worse person she ever met.
Perhaps if Haunting Memories ever goes back on tour, I’d drag her brother along and get the chance to fuck her. Hopefully when there are no bruises on her face and far less drama in her life.