The Elites: His Girl Zoey

Meeting Roger

“I never did tell you how amazing you look tonight.” Tucker whispered in my ear as we drove to the party.

I smiled to myself and looked down.

“I love it when you do that.” He said, looking at me.

“Do what?” I asked making eye contact with him smirking.

“Pretend not to hear me when I compliment you.”

“Watch the road Tucker, you aren’t Superman you know.” I shoved his shoulder and his eyes retreated back to the road, but only for a second.

“Who says I’m not Superman?” He asked, feigning a hurt expression.

I leaned in close as he brought the car to a stop, “I do.”

Tucker leaned in to kiss me but I pulled away, “Don’t get ahead of yourself lover boy.”

I got out of the car with a confident, triumphant feeling. Dating wasn’t fun unless there was a chase; everyone knows that.

Tucker came around and put his arm around me, “As Ria says, let’s go break some hearts.”

I laughed, “Please don’t ever say that again. It’s Ria’s thing, not yours.” Tucker laughed and pulled me closer to him.

As soon as we walked through the doors the room went silent.

Hahaha, just kidding. Only a few people stared. Tiffany ran up to us with a gleam in her eyes. “Damn, Zoey you look amazing!” I looked down at my outfit. A black and white flow tank top underneath a black zip up leather jacket over hot pink skinny jeans and black boots. And of course my signature horse necklace.

“Tiff, you’re sweet. Is Nick here? He was asking about you at lunch.” I asked. Okay, okay, I know it was a lie, but I like Tiff, and I like to see her happy, and she always gets happy when Nick is looking for her. Anyway nick is probably so drunk right now he won’t remember any of this.

Tiffany smiled and said, “Really? I better go find him then! Bye Zoey! Bye Tuck!” She kissed me on my check and ran off to find Nick.

“You little liar.” Tucker whispered in my ear. I winked at him, grabbed his hand and began my lap. You always make a lap before settling at one place when you’re anywhere. It’s like, the rule of partying.

As soon as we entered the kitchen I saw Montana, my little brother. At the ripe age of 16 he has almost as much popularity as I do. Dropping Tucker’s hand I ran over to him, “What are you doing here?” I asked. He smirked and pulled me away from his friends.

“Don’t go all mom on me. I can handle myself. I’m 16.” He rolled his eyes, call me overprotective, but we live in the country. Twice as bad as the city.

“Montana, come on. I’m looking out for you. Please be careful.” I asked, trying to make eye contact.

He ran his hands through his long brown hair and met my eyes, “I promise I’ll be careful. Don’t worry Ricky promised to pick me up if anything bad happens. He’s DDing for my friends and I.”

“Ricky? Like our older brother Ricky? I thought he moved in with Marci over the summer. Why’s he here?” I asked, Ricky wasn’t supposed to be back until Christmas.

“You’ve been at Ria’s for the past week, you can expect to miss stuff. Yeah Rickys’ home, just for a few days though.” Montana, again, rolled his eyes. “Are you done mothering me?”

“Yes I am, I’ll see you at home.” I said and went back to Tucker.

We continued making our way past drunken people taking shots, couples making out against walls and others grinding against each other until I felt a chill go down my back. We were back at the entrance and he just walked through the doors.