Page 10 of Justyce
This feels dangerous. Everything about tonight screams trouble, but I want it, I need it to feel alive again.
Bianca links her arms in mine and we walk into a large clearing in the cemetery. Horripilation breaks over my skin while I look down at the dirt to make sure I’m not standing on anyone’s grave.
Thankfully there are none. When I peer up, I see some trucks parked around a large bonfire. I notice a few of the kids from school but pay them no mind as I take in my surroundings.
Bianca pulls me along like a dog on a leash, walking toward the massive keg. The alcohol and marijuana redolence swirls through the air and I feel intoxicated by the scent.
Bianca hands me a red solo cup filled with what looks like beer and a joint. I quirk an eyebrow at her and she pouts.
“For once don’t think, Kenz. Just have fun. Forget about your mother and your dropkick of a step-father. You deserve this.”
I want to reprimand her for pitying me and for being irresponsible, but isn’t that what tonight is all about? To let go and for us to be normal teenagers?
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and motion for the joint. She squeals and hands the sweet smelling pot to me.
Bringing it to my mouth, I draw in a drag. My throat feels like it’s blistering inside but I welcome it. I feel the cough tickling my throat but I push it down, not wanting to look like I can’t handle it. I think back to movies with people smoking and hope I look half as cool as them when I let the smoke out of my mouth in the shape of O.
Bianca slaps her knees and bursts out in laughter. “Give it to me! I want to try doing that!”
After we finished the joint, we sit down in some lounge chairs and finished our drinks. I sway in the chair to the music. My body feels relaxed for the first time in a long time as I take another sip of beer.
I’m still smiling and my cheeks are beginning to hurt but I don’t want to stop feeling this…free. The relaxation evaporates and is replaced by a fiery heat that circles around me like a shark after its kill. It feels bloody and raw, and I don’t have to look over my shoulder to know who I’ll find. Justyce. My body is vibrating. I want to face him, to show him what he can’t have, because as much as I’m attracted to him, I also despise him.
Justyce is the typical rich kid with a massive entitlement chip on his shoulder. Except his fortune surpasses any of the rich kids living in Dana Point. Rumor has it that Justyce’s father is the Mafia Boss of Tartarus. No one would ever be able to prove it, they’re that careful and smart. I believe it, though.
Heat singes my back as a cold hand trails from my shoulder blade to my clavicle. I suppress the shiver that wants to break free and defiantly glace up, meeting Justyce’s eyes.. The smirk is deep set into that fine chiseled face of his. No one deserves to be that good looking. Somehow the Gods thought the opposite.
I raise my eyebrow in challenge. “Do you mind?” Flicking his hand off my clavicle, I turn to face Bianca. Pretending that my heart isn’t hammering through my chest and threatening to break free and bleed all over the dirt, I smile at my best friend and include myself in her conversation.
The leer in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed, except when her brows crinkle in confusion. I have a kneejerk reaction and spin around to find Justyce lock-lipped with Brittney.
Through all the moans and slurping sounds, Justyce isn’t focused on Brittney. His eyebrow is raised, taunting me,, his mischievous hues eating me up even though he’s devouring that sluts mouth.
He’s trying to get a rise out of me, to rile me up, but it won’t work. I run my tongue along my teeth and his body turns rigid at the motion.
“Touch it” by Monifah blares through the speaker and a wicked thought perforates my mind. I remain locked in a trance with Justyce. Everyone fades away and all that’s left is us.
Handing my drink to Bianca, I get up and begin to dance. The air is thick as I begin my slow and seductive movements. When the chorus drops, I swing my dark hair around, shake my ass and drop low, only to come back up. I repeat the action running my hands over my body, allowing my touch to linger on my tits before dropping to the ground again.
Justyce is no longer kissing Brittney. His focus is solely on me. And if I didn’t see the tick in his jaw or how stiff his body is, I would have thought he is unaffected. But he is. I can see it in his manic looking eyes.
The music ends. Whistles and applause break out and shatter our bubble. Justyce severs our connection, yanks Brittney’s arm, and she stumbles into him when he drags her away.
Cackles of laughter sound to my left and I see Acheron and Arrow in fits, watching after Justyce. I’m glad someone finds it amusing.
I fall into the chair on a huff. Bianca looks at me, chewing on her painted pink lip with her eyebrows drawn together. The pitying look on her face only pisses me off more.
I shake my head at her and she takes the signal that I don’t want to talk about it and goes back to her conversation. Gazing around, I notice there are a lot of people watching me with smirks on their faces.
Releasing a groan, I stand up and refill my drink, ignoring all the eyes no doubt on my ass. I need to walk off this frustration and get some air.
Bianca cants her head to the side when I walk past her. I offer her a small smile and head down a windy track.
The buzz I had earlier has well and truly shriveled and died as I walk through the creepy cemetery nursing my drink.
Poignancy bleeds through my veins when I see all the broken tombstones that litter the space. The corpses are more than likely fragments of bones under the dirt now, long gone and forgotten.
I step over cracked cement and listen to the wind whistling through the decrepit and barely standing ruined houses. I should feel creeped out, ironically, I’m not.
