Killer Love

Chapter Eleven

I am sitting down in my desk, vacantly staring at the front board while other students file in the classroom. There is so much on my mind right now my thoughts are all jumbled up.

I lay my head on my forearm. I have the biggest headache and I'm so tired. I just got back to town early this morning and needed to go straight to school, according to Louis. Next time, I'm crashing right away. I don't care what he says.

"You okay there?" Harry asks as he passes my desk.

I lift my head and try to smile. "Does it look like I'm okay?"

He makes a face. "I guess not. Late night?"

"You don't know the half of it."

"Looks like you've got another bruise there." He nods to my cheek.

"It's nothing. You know me. Always kickboxing."

"You know, I never asked where you go to kick box. Is it close by?"

I begin taking my stuff out of my back pack. "My house mostly. I have a trainer."

"Maybe I can join you sometime."

I laugh, thinking he's joking, that is until I take a look at his face. "Oh, you're serious."

He nods. "Just tell me when. I'm sure I can take you."

I scoff. "We'll see about that."

The bell rings and he moves back to his seat. The teacher asks us to pass our homework up to the front of the row. Good thing I did mine beforehand.

I fight to keep my eyes open and jump when the bell rings, signaling class is over. I walk over to my locker.

"Hey, Y/N," a girl says.

I look to the left and see Abby, a girl in one of my classes who seems hellbent on being friends with me.

"What's up, Abby?" I ask.

"Are you going to the party tonight?"

"What party?"

"The one at Andrew's beach house."

"I don't know."

"You should! It's going to be loads of fun."

I just smile and close my locker. "Well, I have to get to class."

"Hopefully I see you at the party!"

I go the opposite way from her and Harry sidles up next to me as we walk to class. He better not be going to that party. Louis wants me to keep an eye on him as much as possible and that means going to social events he'll be at.

"You going to the party Abby was babbling on about?"

"Yeah. Some of the guys and I were talking about it. You're going right?"

I sigh. "I guess I am."

So here I am, turning off my motorcycle engine on a street with big houses I don't know, going to a high school party I really don't want to be at.

I blow out a breath and tousle my hair, even though the wind has already done that for me. Thank goodness I didn't wear lip gloss.

I glance down at my clothes to make sure nothing looks weird. Blue skinny jeans, a black halter top, and my old sneakers. Normal enough I suppose.

It doesn't take much for me to locate the house. The people out on the lawn and the loud, pulsing music are dead giveaways. I text Harry to ask where he is at and he responds that he's in the game room. Like I'm supposed to know where that is located.

I pass the kitchen, where I decide to grab cup and fill it with water. I don't want to be intoxicated just in case anything happens tonight that needs me fully aware.

A tall blonde guy with a lazy grin that spells out trouble blocks me from getting out of the kitchen.

"I don't think I've seen you around before," he tells me.

"Partying is not really my scene. Now, if you'll excuse me." I try maneuvering around him but he blocks me again.

"Do you want to get out of here then? I know a place we can go to."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll pass." I push him out of the way. Thankfully, without water sloshing on me. I walk around the house for a minute before locating the damn family room. Harry's playing pool with a couple of guys.

He's taking a drink of his cup when he sees me. "Y/N! You made it."

"Here I am."

"I didn't actually think you'd come."

"I didn't have much of a choice," I mutter.

"Want to play a round? We're just about finished with this game."

I wave him off. "I'm fine. Pool isn't my best forte."

He laughs. "Just like football isn't?"

A sheepish smile breaks out on my face and I shrug. "I'm not lying. I actually suck at pool."

He shrugs. "I'll teach you how to play. Come on," he waves me over.

I have a feeling this isn't going to turn out well for me. I walk to Harry and stand awkwardly next to him.

"Let me introduce you to some of my other friends first," he says.

There are three guys standing around the pool table with sticks in their hands. They smile and offer a small wave as Harry says each of their names. The blonde one is Niall. The one with black hair is Michael. And the third guy is Liam.

"This is Y/N, guys."

"Is that the one you're always talking to before first period?" Niall asks cheekily. "I never realized she was so beautiful."

"That's because you're too busy staring at Amy," Michael laughs.

"Ey! She's been giving me those looks again."

"You mean looks of disgust."

Niall punches Michael in the arm and the two begin a friendly brawl.

All the while, Liam is studying me. He hasn't said anything or even offered a smile. He has a suspicious look in his eyes.

I send him a pleasant look his way. There's no reason to feel unsettled by him. I can take him if need be.

Turning to Harry I ask, "So are you going to teach me how to play pool or what? I don't plan on staying here all night."

"Right!" Harry hands me his stick. "First, you have to be hovering over the pool table."

I bend my torso and Harry situates himself behind me, placing his hands on my hips. I can feel the warmth radiating from them.

He brings his lips close to my ear and says, "Turn a little like this." His breath tickles my ear and I fight the urge to squirm against him. That won't help the situation out.

"Okay," I reply calmly, though my increasing heartbeat says otherwise.

"Get a room!" Niall laughs, elbowing Michael in the side.

Harry shoots them a look while I roll my eyes.

Niall ignores him and winks at me.
Harry proceeds to teach me the basics of the game. I'm a fast learner so I get the gist of it rather quickly.

We decide to start a game and split into two teams: Liam, Niall, and me against Michael and Harry.

Niall throws his arm over my shoulder. "Ready to win this bitch?"