Living With The Bad Boy

9) What Did My Dick Ever Do To You?

"So this is why you guys handcuffed me," Chase realized, attempting to glare at us. He loved the surprise too much to not love us. I set the presents we brought in the giant pile in a corner. Lucky bitch.

"You guys handcuffed him?!" Nena screeched, as everyone's jaw dropped. Sam smiles sheepishly while rubbing his neck. Before she could scold us, we yelled a big 'Happy Birthday!' Chase's ear-touching grin let us know that he forgot the events of the last couple hours. I took a look around, noticing that Trent's friends weren't here. Thank god.

"Music everyone!" Drew yelled. He wore a baby pink shirt similar to Sam's and dark jeans like every other guy that came here. Coco was by his side in an adorable matching baby pink dress. These two are my OTP.

Loud music from Chase's playlist played and some people started to dance. By dancing, I mean horny teenagers grinding against one another. Chase skipped off with Nena and some other teenagers who looked like his cousins. Riley gave her brother a kiss on the cheek along with the other younger kids. Aww. They scurried off upstairs, probably to the game room Sam rambled about.

"Care for a dance princess?" Sam asked, not giving me a chance to answer as he tugged me over towards the dance floor. I expected him to be hooking up with a girl by now.

"Why, are all the girls rejecting you?" I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck. He placed his hands on my hips and the tingly sensation that I've grown fond of returned, not that I minded.

"No, they're just annoying me," he grimaced, twirling me around as some faster music played. He quickly changed to some 50's dance moves.

"Sam there's no old music playing," I gasped as he threw me around in his arms. The guy is really strong. "Since when can you dance?"

He set me down and grinned. "Since my mother made me take classes when I was younger." We walked over sweaty bodies grinding to the music to the little bar.

"Here's some beer," he said slyly, expecting me to freak out on him. Giving him an eye-roll, I chugged half the bottle down, smirking at his widened eyes.

"You're something else," he muttered, taking a swing of the bottle he gave me. He suddenly started to choke and cough out beer. "How the hell do you drink this?"

"I've had worse Sam, this is nothing." I say with a distanced look. Memories of me getting wasted and high at a young age flooded my mind. He gave me a slight nod and shoulder squeeze, not knowing what to say. Great, now I made things awkward.

He slung an arm around my shoulders, leading me towards the stairs. "Let's go upstairs," he suggested, waggling his eyebrows.

I scowled and smacked his head. "I'm not that drunk you idiot." Honestly, if he thought I would even let him kiss me he was wrong. Right?

He smiled down at me and let out a laugh. Idiot. "I'm kidding babe, let's go get drunk."

"Don't call me babe."

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"Who's up for a game of spin the bottle?" a spiky haired guy hollers. A bunch of people stumbled upstairs into a spare room. Sam, being the only other person I knew, sat right next to me. This ought to be interesting.

"Becca your first," he said, pointing towards a pretty blonde. She spinned the bottle and it pointed towards a grey eyed guy who looked a bit older but still hot nevertheless. I gave him an once over and took another swing of my bottle. He smirked and pulled her onto his lap, attaching lips for everyone to see. His hands started to wander downward and I immediately looked away.