Small Town Sweethearts

STS - Chapter 8: Confessions

Chapter 8

Lacey’s POV

              I was going to kill Amelia. In all seriousness, she was dead when I saw her again. She dragged me to a party - after making me drool-worthy hot of course – then unleashed her plan to make sure I got alone with Kai. I usually would’ve been fine with this, but the way she hashed out her plan as the problem.

              We were dancing, and she pushed me into some guy from another school I didn’t know. He grinned and started grinding on me. I made a face and tried to pull away, but the creep’s arms around my waist weren’t moving any time soon.

              I was sure Amelia hadn’t meant to let this happen, but I still wasn’t happy. I looked to her for help, but she was occupied talking to the guy I caught her talking to at the pool.

              “Let me go.” I snap at the guy, whose grip was getting tighter as I struggled to break away. He started to pull me away from the dance floor and I freaked out. That’s when I spotted Kai in the corner with some blonde skank rubbing on his arm. He saw the anger and fear in my eyes and ditched the chick without a second glance.

              His gorgeous eyes were stormy as he made his way to me. “I think the lady said to let her go,” he says through tight lips. When Creep doesn’t back off, Kai punches him and yanks me away. Creep crumples to the ground in obvious pain from the way his busted lip is gushing blood.

              My savior in all black doesn’t miss a beat as he drags me outside and toward a large truck.

              “What do you think you’re doing?” I snap at him, pulling my arm from his hand forcefully.

              “Taking you home,” is his quick reply. He makes sure we’re in a position where it would be impossible for me to escape as he gropes his pockets for keys. 

              “What if I don’t want to go home?” I growl in annoyance.

              “Too bad. You just saw what happens when pretty girls like you come to things like this!” he retorts back, lifting me into the passenger seat of the truck and then getting in himself before continuing. “That guy . . . there’s no telling what he could have done to you. That scares me, Lacey – the thought of you getting hurt.”

              You could tell he said the last part with hesitation, but I don’t comment on it as he drives away from the loud party and even louder occupants. “Amelia is still in there.”

              “Amelia can take care of herself. She’d probably lay a guy out who ever thought of touching her.” His reply is quick. You could tell he’s thought of it before.

              “You’re not my keeper. It’s not your decision where I do and do not go. I don’t care how weak you think I am – it’s not your decision!”

              “I never said I thought you were weak! You’re too innocent for your own good. It’ll get you hurt one day.” His blue eyes are glowing in anger, making it harder to stay mad at him.

              We fall into heated silence. I glare out the window. The trees flash by in a jumble of greens and browns.

              “I broke up with Payton.” He suddenly blurts out, making my head flash back to his profile, which is studiously pointed at the road.

              “What? Why?” I ask in obvious surprise. “I thought you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other – yet alone end it all!”