Behind My Reputation

03: Behind My Friends

It doesn't take long before the only thing separating Sabrina and me are our clothes. The alcohol went to her head pretty fast. A small part of me thinks I should have started her out with something lighter, but when her hips grind against my groin, all my gentleman-like qualities abandon me.

My hands move from her waist to her hips as I press her tighter against me. A hot need courses through my veins and my whole body heats up.

One of my hands trails up Sabrina's side, not stopping until I take her chin and turn her head just enough to trail kisses along her jawline. My hand moves to her inner thigh to pull at her dress when my tongue darts into her mouth. I barely hear her whimper above the music, but I feel it against my lips as I trail my fingers over the lining of her panties.

I press her body firmly against the wall with my own. A sudden gasp escapes her soft lips when I grip her leg and wrap it around my waist to close the remaining distance between us.

My brain goes into overdrive, exploding with dopamine as I become a slave to it. Sabrina's fingers dig into my back before moving up to become entangled in my hair. The light tugging of my brown locks makes me groan as I release my unresolved sexual frustration on her neck. I trail my teeth over her fair skin and she immediately shivers underneath me.

The more I tease her with my tongue, the more I feel her melt in my arms. For once, she is letting everything go and is allowing me to do what I want. My kisses follow an invisible path along her jaw, my fingers trailing along the zipper of her dress.

"Austin, wait." Sabrina pushes against me lightly.

"What?" I pant, still running my hands along her back.

Sabrina looks a little out of it when I gaze down at her. "I don't feel too good."

Before I can ask to take her home, loud shouting bursts through the room. Not even the heavy party music is able to drown out the heated argument.

It's hard to get a good look through the large crowd, but I can see Bradley shoving someone away from his younger sister, Stephanie. She's only a freshman so he's obviously very protective of her.

Grabbing Sabrina's hand, I guide her through the bystanders to see what's going on. I stop when I'm able to get a clear view. Whittney Rhodes, an old friend of mine, is the one who got pushed and shoves Bradley back in retaliation.

Usually, Bradley is a peacekeeper, but Whittney must have really crossed a line to piss him off so much.

"Stephanie can dance with whoever she wants." Whittney pushes Bradley again, making him stumble back.

He recovers fast. "Not if that person is you."

There's heavy tension in the air. Like there is more going on than just Whittney's choice in dance partners.

"Just stay away from her," Bradley huffs.

He turns to walk away, but Whittney does what he does best, and runs his mouth. "Will she stay away from me, though?"

Whittney winks, but I can't see who it's directed at. But Bradley does, because he turns to look behind him and then loses it. He decks Whittney and tackles him before he can fight back. Things escalate quickly as they roll around on the floor, getting a few hits in before Cole and Jameson, our kicker, pull them away from each other.

Harry Whittemore, who's more Whittney's friend than mine, goes to grab him. When Harry can barely hold him back, I step in to help. I secure him easily, while Harry still struggles a bit.

"Get your friend out of here, Austin!" Rodney's bark breaks through the commotion.

My friend. As if I can even still call him that.