“Lucien would gift it to me every time I’d win a game. I guess it’s supposed to be his way of showing support.”
Fuck me. We come from exactly the same womb, same parents, same fucked up experiences and here we are living such different lives. Blake really does have it good here and I’m about to take him away from it all.
I look up at him, meeting his devastated gaze. “I’m sorry.”
Blake steps into me and pulls me into another hug. “You don’t need to be sorry. Let’s just get out of here and figure out what our next step is. We’re going to be alright, Sky. You and me against the world.”
With that, we walk out the door and don’t dare look back.
Chapter 12
My bedroom door barges open and I find Maze leaning in my doorway. “What the hell are you doing? It’s Friday night. Don’t you want to go to your first Aston Creek party?”
“And give Slade the perfect opportunity to humiliate me? No thanks,” Maze rolls her eyes and welcomes herself into my room. “Who let you in here in the first place?”
“Ben did. He’s excited that you’re getting out of the house. He said something about date night with Shay and well…you know. He wished us a good night and told us not to be back before midnight.”
My face scrunches up in disgust. “Eww, I didn’t want to hear that.”
“Come on,” she says, finding my bag of makeup and rifling through it. “It was sweet, they’re so in love with each other.”
“Love is an evil sickness,” I tell her. “There’s the rare few who can make it work like my parents and Shay and Ben, but for everyone else, all you get is heartbreak, jealousy, hatred, and pain.”
“Or STDs.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go and get some.”
“STDs?”
“Well, I doubt we’re going to find love.”
I roll my eyes and give in. If Ben is planning some kind of elaborate date for Shay then I should do the right thing and give them space. After all, they’ve been thrown in the deep end with two teenagers over the past few weeks. I’m sure they could really use a night off. Especially Shay who’s had to dive headfirst into parenthood.
I start going through my clothes, thankful that Shay stopped by the mall and picked me up a few more options. I have to give it to her; she knows a thing or two about picking clothes that work with my body shape.
I grab a cropped black tank and pull it over my head then look in the full-length mirror as I position it down over my bra. It sits just over my ribs and I dig through my closet for my high waisted jean shorts, absolutely loving them. They’re ripped in all the right places and sit perfectly over my curvy ass. I button them up and tie my plaid shirt around my waist, feeling the bottom of it tickling my calves.
After throwing my hair into a loose bun and lining my eyes, I step into my vans and head out of here. “How the hell do you look so hot after thirty seconds of getting ready?” Maze questions, as we walk out to her car.
“It’s a gift,” I tell her.
“Bullshit, it’s what happens when someone doesn’t give a shit about dressing up for anyone. You look naturally sexy which is going to gain every guy’s attention while all the other chicks look fake with big cock sucking lips.”
I grin. She has a valid point. “Who are you dressing up for?”
Maze blows me a kiss and winks. “For you, baby.”
We drop down into her car and I wonder where the hell this thing was when she made me walk to the basketball court. “Whose party is this?” I ask as she starts up her car and cringes as the car squeals while putting it into drive.
I say a little prayer, unsure I’m going to make it out of this alive. Maze had dropped me home one day after school and I vowed to never let her do it again. Her driving is horrendous. It’s honestly a miracle that she hasn’t been involved in any major accidents yet.
She looks across at me and I silently beg her to keep her eyes on the road. A guilty grin rips across her face and she hits the locks on the doors, making me uncomfortably suspicious. “Okay, so, I know you’re all about the dramatics and all, but promise me you’re not going to bail out of my moving car because your face is too pretty to get all scratched up on the road.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head as dread fills me. I pull on the door handle, double-checking it’s locked. “I am not going to a party at Slade’s house. Let me out.”