Holly head Slopes

Chapter eleven

Mason's POV

The whole street was swarmed with people evacuating my party. Abi couldn't suppress her amusement as we drove through half-naked partiers running on the snowy pathways. However, dealing with mountain police was far from amusing. They were the biggest pain in the ass during our heavy rager days. We called them the vampires; they only came after dark and always killed our fun.

My mind was racing with the possible shit the boys had caused us, but I couldn't help the sneaky glances at Abi wearing another one of my Jerseys. I won state in the red and white—sweet memories, although I can't decide if it beats Abi wearing it.

I pull up to see my three stupid best friends standing at the bottom of the stairs, talking to the vampires. Three cars had been called. I didn't even know they had more than two. What did they do? Kill someone?

"Fuck sake," I muttered under my breath as I saw what caused the police call out.

As I jumped out of my car and approached the dying party, the sight of my friends became clearer. Clay was standing with a split eye and a furious expression. Marcus's lip was bleeding whilst he was talking to the police with Hyde, whose knuckles were swollen and still clenched. A fight hadn't broken out between us since we were kids. Something catastrophic must have happened for them to turn on each other. I didn't know what, but I did know I was going to lay into them harder than the police ever could.

"What the fuck happened?" I questioned, storming over to our mötley crüe.

"Are you the owner of the house?" The short, skinny officer, who wasn't much older than us, asked. He was new. I could tell because he didn't have the same arrogance as the others yet, but I'm sure he'll catch up.

"I am indeed. So, if you wouldn't mind telling me what's happening, I'd appreciate it."

If this were a stupid noise complaint, one phone call and it would be dealt with, but my friend's state made me believe it was more complicated.

"Seems you had a party crasher. A few broken windows and some war wounds, but between us, the other guys came out worse."

The boys shared a proud grin. I was relieved I wouldn't have to fix World War Three between them. I knew how stubborn they were; they'd rather not talk for weeks than admit one was wrong.

"So, who's ass is liable?" I questioned. Only a fool would damage my property.

"That prick, Connor," Mason said.

"Clay couldn't keep it in his pants and stole his girl," Hyde added. A fight over a girl, now that makes sense.

"All I did was kiss her. How was I to know that psycho was messing with her? He's a dick anyway, always trying to rattle us on competition days and loitering when we train. He should keep his girl satisfied." Clay defended. He made some valid points. Connor was a class-A prick. He always was and most likely always will be.

"He seems a dick." The officer said, astounding all of us. The vampires hadn't bitten him yet, it would seem. "Since he was trespassing and threw the first punch, you guys are clear." He told the boys. A small part of me wanted them to get a warning to snap them back into reality. "As for the damages, do you want to press charges?" He asked me. The thought of the police having to file paperwork and process the gang of pricks Connor had rallied to help tempted me, but he was unnervingly cool.

"Don't worry about it. The kid was thinking with his temper. We've all been there. Just keep them locked up a few extra hours, and we'll call it even." I replied, despite my friend's sighs of disappointment. The officer seemed surprised, but he nodded.

"Jameson, Coop and Hannon. Stay out of trouble, and ice those knuckles." He said on his departure.

My face furrowed at his parting words, but I didn't dare speak until he had left.

"Fake names? Really, boys?"

"He's new. We couldn't resist. The vampires dealt with the prick brigade." Marcus smirked. I would be a hypocrite if I said I would have lied along with them if I were involved.

"You should count yourselves lucky it went like that. Those idiots will do anything to get us in shit. You guys have a lot of stuff on the line." They looked at me like a lecturing Father despite being the same age. "I'm serious. Clay, your sponsors can drop you, and you'd be done competing. College doesn't enjoy kids with criminal records, no matter how much money you throw at them, Marcus. And Hyde, well, you probably did the most harm with the least effort, but save my windows next time."

"It was a hell of an opening party." Clay laughed as he nudged the boys. I joined their group bustle despite my best effort to be annoyed. "Maybe I should stick to my local hook-ups from now. Is that hot brunette you brought back here for grabs, though?"

A sudden wave of anger washed over me at high force. "Don't you dare," I warned. "Abi is off limits."

I looked back to my car, hoping she would be sat in my passenger seat, but she was gone. The idea of her sticking around was stupid, but a man can wish. I noticed the look they shared at my overly affected reaction.

"Could you not find an empty room?" Marcus asked suggestively.

"How about you ring the window repair guy before I break your legs." I smiled chillingly. They may all be injured, but I wouldn't hesitate to add to it if they disrespected Abi.

The house was trashed. This was a clear reminder of why I bought a house with the purpose of getting messy. The floor was wet with melted snow, and every counter was littered with plastic cups. Remainders of people's clothes were always interesting; plenty of robes and bras were dotted around, which I no longer questioned. I had the joy of going home and living with the knowledge that a mountain baby was not conceived on my bed. Instead, I would spend my night reliving the feeling of Abi's body touching mine.

The fire she lit inside of me was like no other. I had been with a lot of women, but nothing compared to even the kiss of Abi, which made her dangerous but addictive. Maybe it was her hatred towards me that turned me on or just her control of what she wanted.

"Take me out for dinner or something, but right now, I require you to stop the aching between my thighs."

That sentence nearly made me drop to my knees and taste her until she was screaming my name.

I hardly listened to the boys as they shared party stories on the sofa that was missing cushions. All I was thinking about was Abi.