Crash and Burn

Chapter 12

"Okay, what am I supposed to wear to this party?" I asked, holding the phone in between my shoulder and my ear. I was flipping the hangers in my closet back and forth, trying to find something to wear at this party.

"People usually wear shorts, some people wear nothing. Your choice," Kayla joked, and I laughed before putting my phone on speaker and putting it on the desk.

"Okay, so just jean shorts and a top, right?" I asked, and Kayla giggled.

"You sound kind of nervous, Abby. Everything okay?" She asked, and I let out a loud groan.

"Okay, so last night, Chad took me to the place where this party is, and we kind of slept on the truck bed and cuddled and I think- Kaylaaaa!" I whined in distress, flopping onto my bed and brushing my hands through my hair.

"What? You guys slept together?" She practically scoffed in disbelief.

"Okay, no. There was no sex, but-"

"YES!" Kayla shouted, and I practically peed my pants.

"Kayla! Stop yelling!" I scolded, and she giggled like an idiot.

Slaphappy much?

"Oh my God, yes! You guys didn't have sex! I win!" She exclaimed, and I picked up the phone and turned off the speakerphone.

"You win?" I asked, picking up my dark wash cut-off jeans and a fitted crop-top and walking to the bathroom.

"Uh... you know, I win the money.." She answered sheepishly, and I frowned.

"What money? You made a bet? With who?" I bombarded her with questions, pulling the bobby pins out of my hair and then turning on the shower.

"Yeah... Me and Kyle kind of made a bet to see if Chad would've nailed you last night," she said, and I literally face-palmed.

"How much?" I demanded, standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror.

Ugh, I need to go shopping.

"How much what?"

"How much money did you guys bet on Chad swiping my v-card?" I asked, pulling out a towel and hanging it on the hook beside the shower.

"You're a virgin?!" Kayla exclaimed, and I groaned in exasperation.

"Yeah, how much money, Kayla?" I asked again.

"Uhm... maybe a little over 20?" She contemplated with herself. She was stalling, and I hated it.

"Kayla! How much?" I yelled, and there was a knock at the door. I opened it and my older brother, Mason- who was 20 and still living with my parents, was standing there, with a very smartass look on his face.

"What?" I asked, putting the phone on mute and setting it on the counter.

"Someone's here for you," he said with an all-knowing smirk.

"Who?" I asked, and he chuckled.

"Chad Raves," he answered, and I gave him a what the hell look.

"How do you know his name?" I asked, and Mason shrugged.

"He's been to a couple of college kid parties, and he starts-actually, more like finishes a lot of disagreements," my brother said, and I sighed.

"Tell him I'll be ready in an hour," I said, and without waiting for an answer, I shut the door and locked it. I told Kayla I would talk to her and Kyle later about the bet, and then I finally got into my shower.

Twenty minutes later, I came out of the bathroom wearing my short-shorts and a tight-as-hell crop-top, and legs as smooth as a dolphin.

Fuck yeah, bitches.

I did my makeup natural, except for my black eyeliner and mascara. The black matched with my- you guessed it-black top.

I quickly dried and straightened my hair, and I realized I only had five minutes until the hour was up. I picked out some black converse to complete my outfit and ran down the stairs with my phone in my hand.

I never could have prepared myself for what I saw that day. Chad and Mason were sitting at my kitchen table, talking like normal people. They were laughing like buddies who have been friends for years.

What the actual fuck.

I walked down the rest of the stairs, walked into the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar from the cupboard.

"Hey, Abby," Mason said, and I turned around to see the two of them staring at me.

"What?" I asked, throwing away the wrapper before ripping off a piece of my snack and tossing it into my mouth.

"I approve," he said with a grin and pointed at Chad with his thumb.

"Good to know, since he's not my boyfriend," I laughed, and Chad chuckled when Mason frowned at my response.

"Well, when he is, you have my approval," he stated, and walked past me and patted my head before walking out of the kitchen.

"I like him," Chad said, and I walked past him towards the door, and he took that as a sign of 'let's go'.

We drove to the opening in the woods in almost complete silence, except for the radio and the occasional sing-along. I tapped my finger against my thigh and stared out the window as Chad sped to our destination.

"You okay?" He asked. We were unhauling tables and cases of beer from the back of his truck for tonight.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?" I said.

"You look nervous," Chad told me with an amused but worried expression.

"Yeah, well; last time I was at a party I ended up moving long enough for my best friend from fifth grade to end up forgetting who I was, and I don't plan on doing it again," I admitted as we emptied out the truck.

"Who?" He asked, and the question I had been dreading was finally here.

"Kyle."

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