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Chapter 5

SKYE

Another party. This one was held at Brock's house- and I say house very lightly. This was no house, this was more of a mansion-castle hybrid.

The house was packed with people, all celebrating the fact that this hurricane gave us a four-day weekend.

I was in an exceptionally good mood. Maybe the drinks and drugs in my system contributed to that, or maybe it was from the thrill of hands following my hips movements as I danced. It didn't hurt that the music was good too.

I didn't have to turn around to know that the hands belonged to the owner of the outrageous party, Brock himself. He spun me around to face him, using this opportunity to lean down and kiss me, sliding one hand from my waist to my butt while his tongue explored my mouth.

It took me a moment to realize that he was kissing me through my drug and drink-induced haze. I slid a hand to his chest, pulling away gently.

"Not in public," I murmured into his ear, using the opportunity to lightly kiss the spot underneath his ear, and then his jaw. I spun around so my back was towards him again, and draped my hands around his neck while I continued to dance.

I thought I heard him growl, which made me tilt my head back on to his shoulder and grin up at him.

"Meet me in my room in 5 minutes then for a more private show," he said, sliding one hand away from my hip until it reached my waist and skimmed downward, his warm hand dipping slightly into the front of my shorts. Again, shorts was a word used very lightly.

But, his hand was promising, and goosebumps emerged all over my body as I thought back to the last time his hands had made a promise in the dark of a party. He did make good on his promises.

He pulled his hands away, taking all the warmth with him. He was already making his way into the kitchen while I stood in the middle of the room, watching him smile and talk to people as he made his way through the crowd.

I made my way to the opposite side of the house, where the bathroom was hidden. Looking into the mirror, I fixed up my hair and makeup. I couldn't avoid looking into my blue eyes, which stared back dully at me. For once, I didn't feel as dull as I looked. I was in a good mood. After all, I had a boy in his room, waiting for me.

I climbed the stairs, which was easier said than done, considering the buzz I had going and the pair of high heels that I had strapped on. Eventually I took a left at the top of the stairs, walking until I reached the door at the end of the hall. I didn't bother to knock. Instead, I twisted the doorknob, leaving just enough room to slip inside. I leaned against the door, locking it behind me as the darkness engulfed me.

I could just make out Brock's silhouette in the dark of his room. Even though the lights were off, I maneuvered my way to his bed. After all, I was no stranger to this room.

"Skye," he purred. A little sliver of moonlight poured in his room through the slits in the closed blinds. As the moon shone in, I used it as a spotlight. I slowly began to strip down for the boy in front of me, who was already naked sitting on his bed.

He was as impatient as ever. He watched as I pulled off my shirt, but then took action himself. It always surprised me that he wasn't captain of the football team, with his spur-of-the-moment decisions, which translated to his skills on the field.

But in this moment, I allowed him to bring me closer. Even if I had a plan to tease him with a strip show, all of my plans got tossed out the window when I was with Brock.

His hands reached forward, pulling me by the belt loops of my shorts. He then reached up, unclasping my bra.

He easily stripped the rest of my clothes off, and I could only comply and step out of my shorts and underwear like a little kid.

He took his time as his mouth and hands were everywhere, making good on his promise. Over and over again.

When we were done, he flipped over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as I did the same.  We lay in silence for a few moments.

"Skye," he said softly, breaking the silence. I looked over at him, the sliver of moonlight falling on to him perfectly. I wanted to take a picture of how the light shone on his strong jaw and his eyes.

"Are you always so... So sure of what you want?" He continued, still looking up at the ceiling.

When we first started getting together, it surprised me when he had started to talk to me after we were finished. I was so sure that he would get up and put on his clothes after we were done, just like every other boy. But now, it was comforting to lay next to him and talk about anything and everything.

"What do you mean?" I asked, cautiously.

"I just mean, you're so... So powerful. In charge. Mesmerizing. And you know what you want in life," he said, his voice losing the slur.

I thought about it for a moment. Is that how people really saw me? Of course it was, because that's how I wanted people to see me. As someone powerful, beautiful, untouchable.

"I don't know what I want in life," I said, my voice trailing off as my eyebrows furrowed. What did I want in life? We lay in silence for a couple of moments, each contemplating.

"Hey, you're the same way. That's what makes us clash heads so much when we aren't fcking," I said, turning back towards the ceiling. I watched the fan turn slowly in circles.

After all, he was a womanizing football player, and a good one at that. He was untouchable, strong, and always knew what he wanted. It scares me how alike we really are when I think about it.

"Maybe. But I don't know where I want to go to school, or what I want to study," he said slowly.

"Yeah but, do any of us?" I asked, laughing lightly to brush it off. But in reality, it bothered me. For the first time, he made me think of something that I, Skye Sloan, had no idea about. And it terrified me.

"Well, I know what I want right now. But the future? I have no idea what I want," he said, turning on his side to face me. It's like he pulled the thought right out of my brain.

I realized that I hadn't given my future much thought. I wasn't going to be in high school forever. And that terrified me, too. Who would I be without my friends? Would I be just another pretty girl who partied and abused the alcohol and drugs until I was brain dead?

I pushed all of that to the back of my mind, and instead turned on to my side so I was facing Brock.

"Yeah? What do you want right now?" I asked, smiling seductively at him.

His gaze was already on me, lust in his eyes. He pulled me closer until our bare chests touched.

"You," he said huskily, wrapping his hand in my hair and using it to guide my mouth to his own. And the truth is, his kiss made the alcohol and drugs feel weak in comparison.