Page 68 of Steeling Her
I walk back inside to see Ryan talking to a group of girls that are leaning over the seats. His arms are resting behind him cooly on the other side, pretty far from them. I don’t know whether to make my way to him and interrupt or leave him to it. He seems to be in his element with the attention.
Watching them laugh at whatever he said, I don’t notice my feet walking towards him; he does though. His tongue is out on his lips, wetting them, and he smirks at me.
“Hey, you good?” he asks me as I slip into the seat beside him.
“Yeah, thought I left the straightener on,” I lied, surprising myself. His eyes widen in realization how dangerous it was. “I didn’t, it’s all okay. I called Danielle she said it wasn’t plugged in.” Relief washes over his face and I smile back at him. He taps my leg with his.
“Glad to hear it. So, I was thinking, you want to go to a party with me? It’s a friend of mine’s birthday. Caleb? From the football team? Have you met him?” I shake my head. “Well, he’s throwing a party tonight. I know it’s a Monday and all, but he only throws them on his actual birthday; he doesn’t care about what day it falls on. And he throws pretty epic parties too.” He laughs shaking his head.
I smile and tell him I’d like to go. I’d like to see Haley and Danielle since I know that they’re going. So, it’s not like I won’t know anyone there. It puts my racing mind at ease.
We slide off the bowling shoes and make our way to the counter once more, returning them to a different girl behind the desk, who smiles at the both of us as we put our other shoes back on. She asks us if we had a good time. I nod while Ryan stares down at me as he places his shoes on the countertop.
“I had an amazing time,” he says as he stares at me, my cheeks going bright red at his tone. The way he said it was low and lust-filled. He surprised me at how close he got; then he really surprised me by kissing my cheek. I turned as red as a tomato.
We walk out to the car and see that the sky is really dark. I feel Ryan’s warm hand on my back. I slide into the passenger seat once he opens my door and notice those girls follow behind us and smirk at Ryan.
I saw it. The lust on their faces.
Starting the engine up and driving out slowly, everyone in the group all wave to him and he waves back.Did he just flirt with those girls while he took me out? How rude.I know I don’t like him like that, but still, it’s rude to flirt with all of them while you’re taking someone out. I wouldn’t do that to him, so it’s not okay for him to do that to me.
Moments later, with strained small talk, we arrive at the house and I slip out of the car, not waiting for his help. We walk into the house together to see Danielle with Haley and TJ behind the booming speaker in the kitchen. Then I see Maya sitting like a lapdog on Nick’s lap, his hand stroking her exposed thigh. She’s sitting in a tight purple dress with specs of gold on it. Her legs are so open, I can practically see her panties. I scowl at the thought. He’s entertaining the idea. He’s not pushing her off him like this morning.
I saw him earlier with her when I was walking to class. They were making out, and I felt the bile rise up my throat. I had to run to the bathroom to not get sick. The only thought I had was that he did move on. He moved back to her.Typical.He crushed me in the process. As much as I’d like to say it doesn’t bother me, it does. Seeing him with her hurts. It’s painful. I thought he liked me. I guess not.
He’s now sipping in his beer, acting like nothing has happened, and feel sick again.
***
Nick
Maya’s pretty much grinding on me while I sit on the sofa, our group surrounding me in a light chatter. But when Carter entered in, I couldn’t look away. I only stopped when I saw that dickhead behind her. She looked so stunning in her grey jeans and blue top with a black leather jacket resting on her shoulders. I see she’s not wearing any heels either. She looks smaller and cuter.
She looks gorgeous.
I pull Maya closer to me, and she leans in to whisper filthy things in my ear. I feel my member growing harder by the second. Not because of her words, but because I’m imagining Carter doing all those things to me. I need to stop thinking about her.
Fuck.Nick, she went out with Ryan.If that doesn’t scream “I’m over you” then I don’t know what will. I see from the corner of my eye that he has his arm wrapped around her waist. I fucking hate it. I really fucking hate it. He’s staking his claim, but she’s not his. When he notices me staring at her, he pulls her even closer to him, wrapping that arm ever tighter around her perfect body.
I watch them both maneuvre through the small crowd gathered in front of me. Everyone says hi to Ryan, all except for me. I can’t even fucking look at the prick. I see my drink has run out in my hand and lift Maya off me so I can grab another in the other room. She goes and talks to Kelly.
I see TJ with the three girls in the kitchen and bend down to get another chilled bottle. I plan on getting absolutely wasted tonight, blackout drunk. TJ comes over to join me to get one while I take the cap off mine. He sets his bottle down in front of me, silently asking for me to do the same. “You good, bro?” he asks me.
“Fan-fucking-tastic, TJ,” I sarcastically reply. I’m not in the mood. He gives me a knowing look.
“Maybe you should talk to her?” He jerks his head over to Carter’s back. I immediately zone in on her perky and inviting ass.
“And say what exactly?” I shrug, taking a sip. I’m noticeably checking her out. I don’t give a fuck either.
“Nick, man, come on. Stop being so stubborn and just talk to her.” He nudges my shoulder before walking away and taking Haley and Danielle with him. She finds an empty cup to fill with water. She’s standing beside me but not acknowledging me.It’s driving me fucking crazy.Once the water is in the cup, she dumps it out and fills it back up again with cold water. I watch her every move, study her. She looks fucking incredible. I hate that I’m thinking that, but she does. I drink her up, allowing my eyes to keep trailing her body.
She turns around to meet my eyes. I wanted to say something to her, but she walks away, leaving me alone in a crowded room. I stand there for a while, not wanting to go back into the other room. All I want to do is for us to go back to normal. I want to kiss her and hold her. That’s all I fucking want.
I’m a little drunk now. I can feel it. I’m reaching the point where I’ll say just about anything. And for the first time in my life, I’m feeling needy. I chase after her.
Now I’m pissed, because the douchebag himself walks into the kitchen. He stands over beside me, making himself a drink. “Jackson,” he greets me with a smug smile on his face. God, I’ve come to hate this guy more than ever. I feel bad if I see Rob too. I won’t like his face either, seeing as they’re identical.
“Prick,” I mumble into my bottle and he laughs back. I say what I want when I’m drunk. Even then, I’d still say that sober as well. He is a prick.
