Forgetting Naomi

Chapter One

                                                                           TRENT 

I'm in hell. 

The girl snuggling up to me wasn't the one I wanted. Donya Holt might have the body of a really great wet dream, but that's where it ended for me. She offered sex and I was damned tired of going without.  

She pressed her breasts into my chest to where I could feel her nipples digging into my skin and my arm tightened around her in reflex. I could do this. I could touch another girl and make-out, kiss her, maybe even have sex with her. 

I had a slight beer buzz, but nothing I couldn't handle, just enough to make me feel good, feel tight, while celebrating the end of my Junior year of high school and enjoying every damn minute of it- 

Then, as if my body had an internal radar, I glanced up at the entrance to the barn. My throat locked up. She walked into the party. 

Naomi. 

God, what the hell was she doing here? My stomach burned with anger. 

Shit! 

Who invited her anyway? We had successfully managed to avoid one another the last semester of the school year, ever since she dumped my ass after Christmas break, the cold bitch. 

And now she stood in the doorway of the barn, with her friend Amy, their heads bent to one another. Naomi's long, dark hair flowed down her shoulders, falling across her chest to end below her breasts in wavy curls. 

My ranch. My barn. She damn well shouldn't be here. It's like an unwritten rule for us. But she's here. 

"You look really hot tonight, Trent." Donya giggled, and I could feel one of her hands trailing down the back of my navy t-shirt until it touched the band of my faded jeans just above my hips. The jeans hung low, not enough so that my boxers showed too much, but enough to give the ladies a peek. 

Her hand cupped my ass, gripped it and squeezed. 

I jerked and that stupid Naomi radar of mine kicked in and my gaze met Naomi's wide blue eyes. Why the hell was she standing there looking at me with those big eyes like I had done something wrong?  

So what if Donya had copped a feel. It wouldn't be the first time a girl had done that to me. 

So what if I'm trying to get a little sex now? I'm single-and not by my own damn choice either. It was her decision to end it between us. Not mine. 

Five months-two weeks-four days since she broke up with my ass. I moved on, damn it to hell! The proof was in my arms right now rubbing herself against me. 

Anger and hurt rolled inside me. Silent curses left my lips as I tightened my arms around Donya and rested my chin on the top of her head. At six-four I'm the tallest in school, except for my cousins. I'm at least a foot taller than Donya and ... and her. 

I lifted my head and see she's moved away from the barn entrance, but is still close enough that I can see her. Amy has a red cup in her hand, obviously partaking of the illegal booze some of the guys from the football team had brought. Naomi won't drink. She'll stick to soda or water. 

I couldn't stop looking at her. I gave her my best "go away" glare and she blanched like I'd hit her or something.  

Now, I felt like shit. 

Go away! Just go away and leave me the hell alone! 

I stopped abruptly and pulled away from Donya. I grabbed her hand and started to pull her behind me to escape through the side door that leads into the stalls where we could get some major privacy. No one knew about the secret entrance except for my family and the guys who worked on the ranch. 

"Hey!" Donya complained. "Where are we going?" 

"Privacy," I grunted, not really wanting to explain, but, yeah, she gets it. Donya's not my girlfriend. She's everybody's hook-up and I had turned her down in the past. Frequently. I didn't tonight. I won't. I need her-well, not actually Donya, but I need someone to take the pain away, to help me forget about the girl that's driving me crazy. 

Then I can't help myself and I look at her. 

God.... 

I looked ahead of me again. I can't look at her. My eyes closed tight against my confusion at the pain in her gaze. It doesn't make sense. She wanted this. She broke up with me. It was her decision to deny me. 

"Damn women," I muttered beneath my breath as I pulled Donya along and began to wonder if Donya was the best choice for a hook-up. She wasn't usually clingy, but I should make it clear before anything physical happens between us that I'm not up for more with her or any other girl. 

Yeah. A new resolution. I would forget Naomi Tremble or die trying!