Page 27 of Crazy for You
Why not? It’s just sex. Mia does it all the time and she’s happy. It’s part of growing up too.
With my luck, I would look like a dimwit. Regardless of my inexperience, I didn’t know if Colton was the kiss-and-tell type, and since he hung out with Grady, there was no way in hell was I making the first move.
If Grady got wind that I’d come on to Colton, he would spread horrible rumors about me being an easy lay or a tramp or something. I wouldn’t be able to show my face in school anymore.
So I rolled my eyes at myself, and in clear Skyler stick-foot-in-mouth fashion, I flipped Colton off before storming out of my room with a throbbing ache in my body that was never going away. Ever!
11
The surf crashed along the shore, and music pumped out of the speakers, the party in full force behind Grady’s sprawling beachside mansion. It seemed the entire high school was there. Some kids danced, some hovered around one of the two kegs, and others sat on blankets or in beach chairs, chatting around the bonfire.
Mia, Georgia, and I were somewhat away from the fire, but we were close to a group of cackling girls. One was gesturing with her hands while speaking.
I was glad the week was finally over, and I felt like the stress I’d been carrying was leaving me, thanks in part to the beer I was drinking.
“Our first week of senior year is behind us,” Mia said from her chair across from me.
“Hallelujah,” Georgia squeaked out beside me.
I raised my beer. “For sure.” The first week had been epic. Colton returned home. I’d been hit by a car. My skateboard was still toast, and my aunt was due to arrive that night. Dad wanted me to hang at home, but Nan had come to my rescue.
“You probably should spend some time with your sister alone first,” Nan had told him.
I’d almost hugged the crap out of her. If the circumstances with Dad changed prior to my eighteenth birthday, somehow or some way, I was not moving to California. North Carolina was my home, and it would stay that way even if I had to throw the biggest temper tantrum this side of the Mississippi.
Mia raised her perfectly manicured dark eyebrow. “Are you going to nurse that cup all night? Both of you. Loosen up. It’s our senior year.”
Georgia giggled, then gulped down a mouthful of her beer.
I brought the red cup to my lips. “I’ve been drinking it.” Maybe not as fast as Mia. I’d been counting, and she’d been to the keg twice, while Georgia and I were on our first round.
Mia watched me intently. “Not fast enough.”
I usually didn’t give into peer pressure, but the alcohol was relaxing me, and it was a nice feeling to hang with my friends, enjoy a drink, listen to good music, inhale the salt air, and just let loose.
“It’s called pacing,” Georgia said. “We have hours to go.” She swung out her arm and tapped my shoulder. “Drink.”
I huffed. “Fine. But if I make a fool of myself, please come to my rescue.”
“Always,” Mia and Georgia said in unison.
I believed Georgia. Mia, not so much. I loved the girl to death, but her attention span when Grady was around was nil. I couldn’t blame her. I might have been the same way if Colton and I were dating.
I took a big gulp, the skunk smell burning my nose hairs. “This shit is nasty.”
My friends laughed as Mia hopped out of her chair. “I have something better. Be right back.”
Georgia and I exchanged a wide-eyed look. “This isn’t good.”
Mia rubbed her big tits up against Grady, who was standing by the fire with a few of his cronies from the football team. The bright flames highlighted Grady’s excited expression when he glanced down at Mia. If I wasn’t mistaken, I thought I saw a hint of awe in the QB’s eyes. The two were becoming quite the item.
“She really likes him.” My pitch went up a notch. Mia deserved to be happy, and for as much as Grady could be an ass, he did too. I thought they made a great couple. Mia was the yin to his yang.
“She does,” Georgia agreed. “I don’t think Grady is interested in anyone else, either.”
“I’m shocked. I mean, not that he likes Mia. She’s beautiful. But I’ve only ever known Grady to play the field.”
Georgia raised her knees so her feet were planted on the lounge chair. “I think she’s taming him.”
