The Three Bros

[45] You Owe Me

Blaire's POV

Shawn finally notices my discomfort, "You okay?" He reaches his hand out to touch me, but I smack it away.

"Ahhhhh!" I scream, a high-pitched one, my eyes open.

"Blaire, what the fuck---"

I slap him, "Bring me home now!"

He holds his face, "The fuck?"

"I knew you were psycho! Ugh, please don't kill me! At least let me say my goodbyes?" I plea. "Mom, thank you for taking care---"

"What the hell are you talking about? Taking care of me? The fuck?" He makes a face, confused and mocking. "And why the hell are you saying your goodbyes? I'm not a murderer."

"Then why'd you bring me here?!"

He smirks, "For that movie I promised." He finishes with a wink before getting out of the car. He walked over to my side, opening the door for me, "You coming or not?"

"Is "not" an option?"

"Let me rephrase that; come on."

I huff, getting out of the car. Only then did I notice the messy house, bear bottles and cups, pizza boxes, and even shirts were all over the front lawn. The music in the background didn't even seem like it was in the background, since the huge speakers were placed right in the lawn too, facing the road.

"What the hell?!" I shout.

He wraps his arms around me, whispering in my ear, "Remember, you owe me."

What? I didn't bother really saying anything as he leads me into the house, which was quieter since the speakers we're outside. My eyes widen at all the drunk people. Some were even shirtless, and not just the guys.

I turn my head to face Shawn, avoiding all the people, "Why are we here?!"

"Just remember that you owe me. That rack wasn't as harmless as you think," he winks.

I suddenly didn't like him anymore... "Okay," I sigh.

He walks us over to... the living room, I think. "Hey Luke!" He shouts to a boy on the couch.

Wasn't it during "Luke's" party where Ryder beat Damien up?

I grimace at the shirtless, brown-haired boy. He had a girl on his lap, who was publicly grinding on him, his hands on her hips. His head on the back rest of the couch, looking up at the ceiling, enjoying the pleasure the girl was giving him.

At the sound of Shawn calling his name, his head perks up, looking around until he spots us. He didn't even bother to walk up to us, he just waved for us to come over.

Shawn guides me towards them, my insides twisting in distaste as the girl on Luke's lap leans in, her huge boobs on his chest, as she pampers his jaw and neck with kisses.

Shawn is so dead later.

"Ah, so this is her, eh?" Luke smirks eyeing me, though he then moans, "Fuck, right there."

My hands wrap around Shawn's arms tightly. I know I hate him at the moment, but he seemed like my only rescuer right now.

"Yeah," Shawn nods.

"She's hot," Luke nods excitedly.

Though it seemed like the slut wasn't happy that his attention was on us, so she presses him further into the couch, rubbing herself on him, receiving a moan of course.

My eyes close, my forehead pressed on Shawn's shoulder. I couldn't take it anymore! I hear Luke chuckle, making me look back at him.

He whispers something to the slut, making her huff, turning to plop herself beside him. My eyes widen at the tight orange dress she was wearing. It looked like her boobs were ready to pop out of it!

Luke stands from the couch, making me step back. I suddenly felt naked here, even if I was wearing more clothes than all the girls.

Luke chuckles, grabbing my arm, pulling towards him. I fell on his bare chest, making me shudder, standing up straight, creating the slightest distance between us. "Sorry, that must have been a shitty first impression, huh?"

I instinctively nod, until I realize I did, "No its fine!"

He turns to Shawn, nodding, "Surprised she's real."

"What?" The words slip from my mouth.

Luke turns back to me, "Oh sorry, I'm Luke," he extends a hand for a shake, which I took, "Nice to meet you Tia."

My eyes widen, but then I suddenly remember. You owe me. That's what he meant... right? "Nice to meet you," I smile at him.

His hand caresses my face making me flinch at the contact, "What happened?" His thumb runs over my bruise.

I nervously chuckle, "Some asshole."

"You know, when Shawn said he had a girlfriend, I never expected her to be so... cute," he winks.

Shawn, pulls me away from Luke, keeping me at his side. Thank God. "Man, quit it," he chuckles.

"Can't help it."

"So," the slut speaks up, her lips covered in smeared lipstick, since the rest of it were obviously all over Luke, "how about you set up that movie, babe?"

"Oh yes," Luke nods, remembering. "Don't worry baby," he tells me, "it isn't horror, just a comedy."

"Thanks," I mutter, though he probably didn't hear with all the music.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll get it up," Luke leaves, the slut chasing after him.

Once I was sure he couldn't hear us, I push Shawn away from me, slapping his arm with all the force I had, "What were you thinking?!" I try to be as quiet as I can, so we don't have any witnesses.

He shrugs, "It was fate that you bumped into me yesterday."

"You should have at least told me ahead of time!" I say through clenched teeth.

"Its already done. So play along. I won't do anything inappropriate to you anyway," he shrugs. "You're completely safe as long as you stick to me."

I sigh, "I hope so." I wanted to run, even if it was all the way back to my place, but I know I couldn't reach that far.

Luke soon joins us, still shirtless, "The movie's starting!"

At least I'll get to enjoy the movie...

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Ah, smart, evil Shawn hehe

Idk about u but I like Luke hahahaha I'm so weird

Oh, and to all my readers who read more than one book from me, didn't you notice that every time I have an extra character whos a party thrower, his name is automatically Luke?

Hint, hint: he made a drunk appearance on TBBB ;)

Kk, byeeee!

-Ayesha