Overtime (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 9

Red cups and sweat bodies everywhere. Hands in the air like we don't care. Cause we came to have so much fun now. Bet somebody here might get some now.

I show up at Brinley's house on Saturday unannounced.

Landon is one of the guys that's still working to fit in with the football team, so he's throwing this party to earn him a couple social points.

Her mom lets me in without question, probably thinking I'm here to help Brinley study again. I hear a voice talking as I go up the creaky steps and it's coming from her room.

I knock just to make sure I'm not interrupting some conversation.

"Come in," her light voice says through the door.

She's sitting curled up in an armchair, wearing a dark hoodie and track shorts. Her hair is thrown up in a sloppy ponytail. I like her undone look, although she's still wearing makeup. She presses her phone to her ear, but grins at me as I enter.

"Mm hmm," she says, still eyeing me.

I almost think she might be talking about me for a minute.

"Yeah," she speaks into the phone, nodding. Her eyes stay locked on me. "Hey, I gotta go. Yeah, I'll text you in a bit."

She hangs up and bites her lip at me, filling my head with some arousing thoughts.

"Okay, you should know I don't do Saturday night study sessions," she tells me, smirking.

I nod. "I figured. Get dressed."

She frowns, her face scrunching up. "Why?"

I consider waiting to reveal my plans, but decide to tell her so she can dress properly. "I'm taking you to a party."

She throws her head back laughing, and then her jaw drops when she realizes I'm not kidding. "Oh, for real?"

I nod, reaching out to open her closet doors. "Yes, for real. Now let's go."

She shrugs. "Might take me a while."

"Then get on it!" I tell her, chuckling. I take her spot in the armchair as she comes over to pick out her outfit. I don't see exactly what she picks, but I know whatever it is will be hot.

She goes in to the bathroom and leaves the door cracked as she gets ready.

"You ready, Blondie?" I ask after about thirty minutes of waiting.

"Don't rush me, boy," she warns playfully.

Brinley steps out of the bathroom, literally taking my breath away with the very sight of her. She's wearing a short, strapless, skin-tight red dress, hugging her ass, tits, and curves perfectly. I'm staring at her long ass legs again. Her lips matched the dress perfectly and she wore her hair in bouncy curls. As if she didn't look sexy enough in everything else she wore.

She fits herself into her black heels, eyeing me as I gawk at her.

"What?" she asks, as if her appearance were no big deal.

"You are...gorgeous," I tell her, not even worrying about how I sound.

I can tell she's caught off guard by my comment. She looks stunned but then she quickly recovers, her eyes traveling down my body.

"You look nice too," she replies, smirking.

That's got to be the first real compliment I've gotten from her.

She slips her phone in her bra as we walk out, adding to her sex appeal.

"Nice, Blondie," I tell her.