All the Little Pieces

5. IT'S PARTY TIME

The first thing I noticed was the lights. They shone through the inky black sky, twinkling and flickering in the distance. As we drew closer, I saw the house looming out of the night, sheltered by enormous trees that stood side by side, like ancient warriors protecting their fortress. It made me feel like I'd stepped backwards in time into a world where knights in shining armour were real. For a moment, just a brief moment, all my childhood fantasies about princesses were brought to the forefront of my mind, and I enjoyed that small flash of girlish pleasure.

Zach's house, no wait, it wasn't a house; it was a bloody mansion, his mansion made my head spin. Towering pillars and rough dark stone, shimmering glass and arched windows, it was all so beautiful.

“Sweet fucking Jesus,” I breathed. Yeah, I know. Beautiful mansion, beautiful gardens, beautiful night, beautiful everything, blah blah blah, and I ruin it with my swearing. What can I say; expletives get your point across without the bullshit.

Zach just chuckled quietly beside me, his eyes closed as he lounged over the backseat in his very expensive looking suit. It was black, of course, and looked so smooth and silky my fingers were twitching from the need to just touch him. I have to admit, the boy looked good. And by good, I mean the sexiest thing to ever grace the Earth.

His dark shiny hair was tousled from the countless times he had run his fingers through it, and his face had the faintest hint of stubble around his jaw. His lips, dear God those lips, were parted ever so slightly while he slowly ran his tongue over them.

I wish I could run my tongue over those lips. Whoa Naya, beat that hormonal teenage shit down. Beat it down!

After taking a few calming breaths and using superhuman willpower, I managed to resist the urge to shove Zach against the seat and just attack his mouth. Hey, don’t judge, it’s a damn sexy mouth.  

Before my awesome willpower could be tested further, the limo door was opened by a very respectable old man in a suit, who gave a slight nod as I exited the car. Yeah, I know I said I didn’t want to be picked up by Zach, but in reality I was just a bit terrified of having to face his mother alone. But because I refused to be completely pathetic and make Zach meet me at my house, I went halfway and met him at his uncle’s place where we trained.

Still somewhat stunned by Zach’s highly evident wealth, I almost didn’t notice him quietly place his hand on my lower back. A pleasant amount of warmth began to seep through my dress as he used his thumb to rub small circles over the silk fabric.

I cocked my head and gave him my best WTF look as he grinned and led me up the stone steps to the enormous front door. With a casual eye roll, I swatted at him to get his arm off me. He just smirked as he removed his arm from my back and slipped his hand into mine instead. Sometimes that boy is way too cocky for his own good.  

Luckily for him, his body was saved from further abuse by our entrance into the main hall. I gasped, an annoying habit that I seemed to have picked up by being in the presence of his mansion, and simply stared wide-eyed around me. There were marble floors and ornate ceilings, with some very expensive yet tasteful furniture that I was afraid to touch. Seriously, how are people that rich?

I’m not exactly poor, I’m quite well off actually, but I look like a beggar on the street in comparison to Zach. If he had this sort of money, then the people he called friends must be on par with him. That thought kind of made me want to slam my face into a wall. Over and over again. But I’m better than, I’ve got more self-respect and shit like that.

He must have noticed my change in mood in response to his money, because he gave my hand a small but comforting squeeze, just to show that he didn’t care how rich I was. I looked at his extremely good looking face and sighed a little. Sometimes he is just a little too perfect, a little too good to be true. A soft smile spread across my face; I couldn’t help it, he was just so sweet and understanding.