SIX #4
My eyes drilled into his back as the fucker walked straight over to Jessa.
My gut tightened as I watched my best friend being introduced to Amelie.
Unfortunately, so did Halo, her shoulders sagging as she watched the boy she idolised, flirting with another girl.
I gave her a sympathetic smile, knowing exactly how she felt at that moment.
Wait? What?
I so needed to rein it in, especially as Nancy’s jean-clad butt was still digging into my thigh as she and Lacey talked about fucking hair straighteners.
Leaning back against the sunbed, I kept my focus on Amelie whilst trying to look disinterested. She truly was stunning, a genuine, natural beauty shining bright at a party where many of the girls had just tried too damn hard.
“You want to go upstairs, Kier?” Nancy whispered in my ear as she put her phone away and tried to catch my attention.
“In a bit,” I husked, groaning as her hand slid up my thigh towards my dick. The denim shorts and slutty top she was wearing weren’t doing it for me. That was new. Fuck knew why, especially when her fingers were so close to my junk.
A twinge of concern set in as I saw the flush in Amelie’s cheeks. She held a red Solo cup in her hand. I hoped to fuck that didn’t have alcohol in it. I couldn’t imagine she was the type who held her liquor well.
Feeling the need to do something with my hands, I grabbed a bottle of water from the small table between the beds. Clearing my dry-as-hell throat, I took a drink and then cradled it against my chest.
After that huge swallow, I stopped Nancy’s hand just before it got to my crotch, lifting it to my face and kissing her wrist. That happened just as Amelie’s eyes darted across the pool and locked onto mine.
And. The World. Stopped. Turning.
I saw how her face dropped after witnessing what I had just done.
I didn’t have the time to read into her reaction to me kissing Nancy, as our visual connection was rudely severed as Tanner threw himself onto Weston’s now evacuated sun bed. The force of his body made me spill my drink, and Nancy snatch her hand back. “Jesus Christ!”
“The one and only, my friend,” Tanner arrogantly drawled as the girl on my lounger also got doused. And no, he wasn’t joking. His entire family treated him like the messiah, and so why wouldn’t he believe that shit himself?
Nancy shot to her feet. “For fuck’s sake, Tanner, this top is brand new,” she said with a scowl, her fingers dabbing at the damp patches on her outfit.
“My bad. Sorry,” he said, apologising as Nancy huffed, pushed to her feet and strode off towards the house.
“And there goes your booty call,” Tanner chuckled, taking the bottle of water from my hand and chugging the rest.
I flicked some of the liquid that had seeped into my jeans, raising my chin towards Amelie again.
Jessa was now introducing her to Mark Whittaker.
What the actual hell? I recalled my sister’s comments about not introducing her to the players at school, yet Mark was the biggest one on campus.
And then the penny dropped. He was Jordan’s best friend.
And there the shithead was, standing beside Mark and Olivia Hanson, Jordan the cheating dick, Jessa’s words, not mine.
I rolled my eyes as I watched Olivia’s welcoming expression as she spoke with Amelie, whilst Jessa attempted to get Jordan’s attention.
Jordan, in turn, appeared to be more interested in the new girl.
If that fucker so much as breathes on Amelie, I will end him.
A wave of jealousy powered through me. Even though her attention wasn’t on either boy, I felt annoyed.
She was laughing at something Olivia was saying.
Olivia’s older sister, Jenna Hanson, was a teacher at our school, aka Miss Hanson and the woman Lincoln was dicking.
“You should just go over there,” Tanner suddenly muttered, shuffling to get comfy on the bed beside mine.
“Go over where?” I asked, pushing up into a sitting position and shooting him a scowl.
His aviators were now covering his eyes, and so I couldn’t see where he was looking.
Weston reckoned he wore them so much to look cool.
In my opinion, Tanner wore them so you couldn’t see where he was looking or read his thoughts.
“To speak to that girl with Jessa. You know, the one you can’t stop eye-fucking. I heard Jessa say she’s due to start at Northridge on Monday. You might want to put your order in for fresh meat before anyone else does.”
I fucking knew this was a bad idea. I pushed to my feet, and Tanner slid his sunglasses down his nose and peered up at me. “You looked pissed. Want a hug?” he chuckled, opening his arms.
“Fuck off,” I rasped, scowling at his cuddle gesture.
Crooking my neck, I scanned for Weston, who was now at the bar in the kitchen. I could see him through the patio doors.
Taking a deep breath, I glanced back down at Tanner, who was now unashamedly flirting with Halo. I wondered what Weston would think of that?
Deciding I needed a break from all the bullshit surrounding me, I rolled my shoulders, slid my phone into my damp jeans, and set off for the house. I needed a piss and to pull myself together, and in that order.