There’s no way in hell Tora is enjoying that. My thoughts are confirmed not a second later when she pulls back from him and he grins down at her. He murmurs something I can’t hear over the music before disappearing back into the dancing bodies.
“What the hell was that?” Brylee squawks.
Tora shakes her head and I can’t help but notice the way she discreetly wipes his saliva off her face. “I have no idea.”
“Tell me it was better than last week?”
She shakes her head as Brooke falls into uncontrollable fits of laughter. “Holy shit,” she pants, wiping the tears that pooled in her eyes. “I think I just peed myself.”
With that, Brooke takes off and Tora groans as she watches her best friend walk away. “Shit. Can you guys go with her so she doesn’t get herself in trouble? I’m going to grab some fresh air.”
“No problem,” Brylee says moments before Tora turns on her heel and walks off in the opposite direction.
Knowing Tora will be fine, I grab Brylee’s hand and take off after Brooke. After all, out of the four of us, Brooke is the one who’ll end up bent over the pool table with a guy taking advantage of her as the rest of the senior class watches on with phones recording.
Not ten minutes later, we have Brooke safe and sound as the three of us find our way back to the drinks table. Just as we reach it and start pouring ourselves some more drinks, an arm swipes across the table, moving everything out of the way before Maxen Ryder, Nate’s cousin, pulls himself up on top of it.
He stands before the whole party with a beer in hand and nearly every person in the room screaming out, ‘chug, chug, chug.’ Not one to back down from the challenge, he throws back his beer as more are thrust up at him.
He gets through them when Brooke throws her arm over my shoulder and stares up at him. “Fuck, he’s hot,” she slurs before slapping a hand over her mouth and launching herself back to the bathroom.
Chapter 2
Puck
I drop down into Nate’s matte black Camaro and instantly turn up the music as he hits the gas, making my body slam back into the chair.
Fucking Jesse. He should know better than to dare his brother to do stupid shit like this.
Tonight has been a fucking wild night. It’s an awesome party despite the fact that it’s being hosted by a douchebag like Josh Henderson. There are only a few days before school is due to go back so you bet your fucking ass that we’re going all out tonight.
Nate’s Camaro drives up over the curb and speeds towards the back entrance of Josh’s massive property. People dive out of the way, desperate not to be crushed under Nate’s tires, but he’s relentless. There’s no way he’s backing down from this dare, not now, not ever, especially when it was handed to him by his brother.
Josh’s manicured grass is ripped up under the tires and I put my window down as Nate flies through the backyard. Girls squeal out in terror as guys all-around bark out their approval.
Nate reaches the fire pit and within the blink of an eye, he’s spinning around it. The back of his Camaro whips around and I can’t help but laugh. I have to give it to the guy; he sure knows how to drive.
My hand flies out the window and I brace myself against the side of the car, watching as Nate smirks to himself. He might think he’s some kind of a hard ass, but there’s no denying that he doesn’t get a thrill out of this bullshit.
As the Camaro whips around I can’t help but notice the line of muscle that has formed near the back door of Josh’s home and I grin to myself. The whole football team has come to say hello, clearly not liking the fact that Nate is currently tearing the shit out of their quarterback’s lawn.
I grin, lifting my beer to my lips. Looks like I get to knock a few heads together tonight, but then there’s a good chance these fuckers will pussy out. They’re all about the show. They talk a big game, but when it comes down to it, they’ve got nothing.
As my eyes skim over the football players, I come to the end of the line, only to find one with his back to me. Josh Fucking Henderson. I’ve never liked that guy. He’s the very definition of an entitled ass. We all have money, but Josh is the fucker who had a silver spoon in his mouth since the day he was born. If he wants something, he takes it. I guess that’s why he currently has Tora Roberts pressed up against the brick wall of his home while she does her best to pull away.