Unique

Chapter 23: Kareoke?!

Skylar's pov:
Friday night rolled around, I couldn't be happier to be back with Jasmine. My heart was racing as I waited in front of her house. Sam opened the door and smiled at me. "I'm so happy you're back to doing..whatever kind of hooking up this is.." Sam smiles. "She told you?" I asked with a smile.

"Yep." He smiled. "I'm her favorite brother right now." He shrugs. "He's still mad?" I ask. I feel guilty. Not because I hooked up with his sister, but because I hid it from him. Hiding our 'relationship' wasn't right, but we're teenagers and we learn somehow. "Hi.." I heard the female voice that walks me like a goddamn dog. Yes ladies, the whole walk him like a dog TikTok sound.

"Hey.." I said nervously. I looked her up and down. She was wearing a loose white tank top with what looks like no bra. She was wearing black ripped jeans and had a medium black purse. She had some black eyeliner and neutral eyeshadow. Yes, I take in details.

"You look beautiful.." We said in sync. All 3 of us laughed and she stepped forward holding my hand. "Bye Sam...and..don't go crazy, please?" She said with a small smile. "Yes ma'am!" He smiled. We turned around to leave but he grabbed my arm. "Skylar...if you break her heart, I won't think twice about breaking your pretty face." He said looking me dead in the eyes.

Sure he was 16, but I know he was strong, his grip on my arm was strong, his voice didn't waver, his eyes were kept on mine. "I like that energy kid. Don't worry, your sisters safe with me." I said tapping his arm. "Good, I trust you Skylar. Don't make me regret it." He glared.

I walked over to the beautiful girl who was waiting by my car. "What was that about?" She asked. "Just a little something between me and Sam. Don't worry about it.." I smiled. I opened the car door for her and she smiled before getting in.

As we arrived at the small secluded building she turned to me confused. "Where are we?" She asked as her eyes burned into my side profile. "Somewhere fun..." I smiled. "Sky?" She asked with that tone that made me crazy. "You'll see.." I smirked.

We walked into the building and the sound of people singing filled our ears, I walked her to a booth and sat her down. "Where you going?" She asked. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go do something real quick, be right back." I said quickly leaving.

"Name?" The man asked. "Jasmine Ramirez." I said with a smile. "Perfect." He smiled. I joined her back at the booth and a waitress walked up to us. "Hello...what can I get you two ladies?" She asked. Her eyes mostly on me. I looked over at Jasmine and her jaw was clenched. If looks could kill this waitress would be 6 feet under.

"Um...I would like some water.." I said a little uncomfortable under the waitress's eyes. "Sure cutie..." She smiled. I cringed at the nickname and looked over at Jasmine who looked like she could commit murder right now. "I'll have a margarita." She says making her presence known.

"I.D?" The waitress asked. She handed her an I.D. that I'm positive is fake. "Okay, be right back." The waitress said walking away. Jasmine gave her the fakest smile I have ever seen. As soon as the waitress left she gave her the finger and I burst out laughing. "Holy crap, that was hilarious!" I said laughing. "I hate her." She said crossing her arms. "Hold on, where's you get the fake I.D. from?" I asked. My laughter died down a little.

"I figured I might as well have it just in case." She shrugged still shooting daggers at the waitress who was now serving other booths. "You can stop murdering her now." I smiled. "She's such a slut." She rolled her eyes and leaned back against the leather. "Why do you say that?" I ask.

"Because there she is flirting with some other guy when she also flirted with you. Like- Slut." She groaned. "Babe, it's okay. It doesn't matter." I reached over to her hand. The waitress came back pretty quickly and handed us our drinks. The girl singing was pretty terrible, I mean I think she's kind of drunk. The guy with her seems so embarrassed, but is still singing with her.