“Dude, help carry the drinks through to the pool house. We can set up in there, then I’m locking the house. It’s outta bounds. My parents will flip if anything gets trashed in here.”
“Your call, bro, lead the way,” he says picking up the solo cups and bags of ice. This day has been nothing like I imagined after reading Mom’s note this morning.
My phone beeps on the counter; I look down at the text from Blair telling me she’ll be over in a half hour with the girls. I’m guessing that she means Brie and Casey since I don’t think I’ve ever seen her hang around with anyone other than those two. I can’t wait to get this stupid party over and done with so I can spend time with just Blair. My jeans get tight at the thought and I suppress a groan. I look down at my watch and figure it's only a few more hours; it's not going to kill me.
It’s killing me! Brie, Casey and Blair just arrived and my jaw is actually aching from how hard it just hit the fucking floor. She looks, just wow. My cock springs to life from across the room at the sight of her. She’s wearing a tight green dress that looks like a tank top, only a little longer. It’s clinging to her like a second skin and shows off her perfect little body and creamy toned legs. Her long hair’s wavy and loose and she’s not wearing her glasses. She looks like a super hot sexed-up version of my already sexy girlfriend. I want to shout for everyone to stop what they’re doing and get the hell out my house. Party’s over. My girl just walked in looking like sex on legs and I need to get in her before I fucking die.
I drag my eyes away from her when I feel my hands getting wet. What the fuck? I’ve poured my drink all over myself like a complete loser.
Toby and another guy from the football team walk past and stop.
“Fuck me, who’s that?” Douchebag says to Toby as he’s eye-humping the shit out of my girlfriend.
“Fresh meat,” he replies and I almost throw a punch, only almost though. The guy is the size of a house.
“Dude, that fresh meat is my girlfriend. There’s plenty of other girls with no morals here, take your pick,” I say, smiling. “Oh, and tell your boy there that if he looks at her again like that, he’s gonna wish he wore his cup.” I put my drink down and make my way over to her. She’s scanning the room.
“There you are, how come everyone’s out here?” she says making a circling gesture to the pool house.
“I didn’t want anything getting trashed in the house, but I don’t really care about that at the moment, get over here.”
She bites her bottom lip as I take her hand and pull her into me. “You look…” I trail off and place her hand over the tent in my jeans that she’s responsible for and her eyes widen as she chuckles.
“Um, babe why are your pants wet?” She looks down smiling and then her eyes return to mine. “That info on Google not do the trick?”
It takes me a second to realize what she means and me eyes almost bug out of my head.
“What? Wait, no. I mean…not no it didn’t work…shit, baby it’s just water I spilled.”
She throws her head back and clutches her side laughing at me, actually laughing!
“Uh-huh, I believe you,” she manages to get out through the chuckles and although I’m totally mortified that she thinks I just shot my load in my pants, I can’t help but laugh at how much she’s laughing. Then it hits me like a sledgehammer straight to the chest, knocking all the air from lungs. It leaves my heart raw and exposed. I’m not just crazy about this girl, I passed crazy a long time ago. Maybe it was today when I saw Corey kiss her, maybe it was when we spoke after she walked in on my dad and me, or maybe it was the second she called me out for staring at her chest in the library that I knew this girl would change everything. I’m not just crazy about her—I love her.
I finally manage to get the last few guys to leave; it’s just passed midnight so I’m pretty impressed with myself. Apart from one girl puking all over Mom’s flowerbed I think it’s gone well. The guys and I played a few songs, which can count as our practice session because there’s no way I’m going to get up early in the morning and go over to Jackson’s if Blair is in my bed.
I walk back into the pool house with another trash sack to get rid of the few remaining discarded solo cups and smile down at Blair who fell asleep just after everyone started to leave. I’m happy it’s not because of alcohol; she told me that she’s still off liquor since TJ’s party. I can’t say that I blame her; she doesn’t do things half-ass so it’s best if she doesn’t drink.
I finish tidying the pool house listening to the tiny little snores and mumbles she’s making and it’s cute as hell. I don’t know if this makes me a creeper or not, but I pull my cell out and take a picture of her sleeping. She’s too fucking perfect not to. The sound of the flash disturbs her and her eyes flutter a few times before she rubs at them and then sits up.