Between Us

Girlfriend

It turns out, Axel and Derrick do not live that far away from The Basement. Lucky for me, they do live back were the rest of society is.

By the time we got there, there was a party already started. But that didn't seem to shock Axel, he must have expected this. And Evianna did too, I suppose, because as soon as we walked through those doors, they went straight to the kitchen and grabbed two beers from the fridge and made their way to the backyard, where everyone seemed to be.

The house wasn't small, but it wasn't that big either. But the way it was set up, I would have figured a family with kids would have lived here instead of two single twenty-something year old guys. I think what shocked me the most though, was how considering that the owners of this house were two guys and there was currently a party going on, the house was still clean.

I slowly made my way to the backyard, soaking everything in. From the many pictures on top of the fireplace to the kitchen full of stainless steel appliances.

Note to self, ask Evianna how the hell can two guys live here.

Once I make it to what seems to be the backyard, I stand by the door and look out to the party. About maybe 20 or 30 people are here, some are sitting on the couch that is off to my left, talking or just making out. To my right there's a table full of guys and girls playing what I presume is King's Cup. And the rest are in the pool that sits right in the middle of it all.

I'm a party girl, I am completely and totally up for a party. But in my years of partying or drinking, I've never seen a party so, controlled.

I usually attend the stereotypical parties. You know the ones that come out in movies where everyone is drinking and there are usually bad decisions going on whether it's down at the party or upstairs where you really shouldn't be with a stranger.

Well those are the parties I was used to. Not that I was the one upstairs. Yet I would still be making bad decisions, without ever regretting anything.

But this in front of me, is no college party.

I mean sure everyone looks like they're having fun, and they're drinking, some even making out. But some thing just seems more... mature?

"Emily! Yo, is that you?" I turn to see Derrick making his way to me from the table that seems to be playing King's Cup. Although, I must say he doesn't do it very graceful. Seems like someone can't hold his liquor.

"It's Emma actually," I say to him once he's within earshot. "Nice try thou-"

I'm cut off as he takes me in his arms and gives me a big bear hug. What the actual fuck?

I stand there stiff, slowly trying to shake him off and not make this situation more awkward than it needs to be.

He finally let's me go and holds me at arms length. "Come watch me play," Did he just wink at me? I have no idea what got into him in the last two hours that I met him but I'm not very interested in it either.

But before I have any say in the situation, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the big table where he was playing.

There's only one seat open which I imagine is his, and everyone who isn't playing is just standing around.

Derrick goes to sit down but keeps his fingers interwined with mine. Before I can process what he's doing, he sits down pulling me with him and places me on his lap. He relaxes and puts his hand around my waist and rests it on my lap.

That's where I draw the line. I've never liked when girls sit on a guys lap, it makes me feel like the girls are their little bitch. It makes me feel vulnerable.

I'm about to open my mouth to protest when I hear a high pitch voice coming towards us. "What the fuck Derrick!" The voice belongs to a dripping wet girl wearing a bikini. She seems to be a bit taller than me with blonde hair and a ton of make up. Oh God, it's barbie.

"What do you need Olivia?" Derrick says sounding bored.

"What do I need? I fucking leave for ten minutes and I come back and find some bitch on your lap? I'm your girlfriend Derrick!"

I'm frozen in place, she called me a bitch but that doesn't surprise me. I actually don't care what this stranger thinks of me. But, whoa girlfriend? I didn't know he had a fucking girlfriend! Nice heads up Evi.

At the sound of the word girl friend, Derrick's body tenses up beneath me and he finally turns around to look at her.

"Girlfriend? Sweetheart, you know how I work. I don't do girlfriends, you knew that before we met and you know that now." He pauses for a moment. How can he sound so sweet and calm but his words cut deep to someone with a low self esteem? "You have this crazy idea that you're going to change the bad boy, but your not love. We didn't even have sex because you "didn't want to be just another one night stand". And I get that babe but, I'm not the relationship kind of guy and that's what you want. I'm not gonna change for you. And if I ever do have a girlfriend, she won't try to change me. You're more that welcome to stay for the party, but you'll only make it awkward for yourself."

He turns his attention back to the game and I watch her as a tear slips out.

"You're an asshole," she says through her teeth.

"Maybe, but you still want me." She must remember her self respect, because she wipes the tear and makes her way to the inside of the house. I was still in shock of everything so I almost didn't catch Derrick's next words. "I'm sorry about that, she wasn't supposed to yell like that. You can get off my lap now if you want, it probably isn't comfortable for you."

"Wait, you planned that?" Did he just use me to get that girl off his back?

"Well it's not like I've been planning it for days. She wouldn't leave me alone after I told her a couple times and well inspiration hit me when I saw you. Although I just thought she was gonna get the picture and walk away."

"What did you expect? She thought she was your girlfriend."

"Don't feel sorry for Olivia, she knew right off the bat what she was getting herself into. It's not my fault her mind pictured something else. I never lead her on, she let herself think that she could change me."

As weird as it sounds, he made sense.

"Emily, you're still sitting on my lap." I hadn't even notice I was sitting on his lap with everything that was going on.

I quickly, shifted so I was on my feet in one swift movement.

"My name is not Emily, by the way."

"I know Emma," he turned to face me with a smirk on his face, "but I like it better."

"So we're changing names now are we," I scoffed, the nerve this kid had was incredible. "Well alright Rick, if that's how you want it."

He laughed as he was getting up to stand in front of me. That's when I realized that no one was paying much attention to us for most of the time. They never acknowledged Olivia, and if they did, they didn't let it show.

"Come, I need a drink," he said leading us inside.

"Haven't you had enough to drink, you were just pla-"

"I wasn't playing, just observing," he cut me off as we reached the kitchen. "I never found the point of drinking games. If you want to get drunk, just drink, no need for these games. They're just excuses to get drunk."

"You're the first guy who's ever told me that."

"Well Emily, between us, I'm not like most guys." Cue that smirk.

"How cliché Rick." And cue the laughs.

A.N //

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