We stand on the threshold of absolute chaos. The usual lazy grin has already slipped onto the faces of the guys and Kayla is loving it. Her whole body just thrums with an other worldly energy. I look away as we walk back to the kitchen for booze.
The guys and I round up our stashes for the night, but Kayla touches nothing. I don't comment on it, hoping that she'll continue to keep her hands away. We slip out the back door, relatively unnoticed, and walk to the edge of the yard. And then we take a seat, just like we would if Kayla wasn't here. But Kayla looks towards Jax like he's made of stardust. I I twist the cap off my beer and take a swig.
"Here just take it already!" Jax exclaims as he tosses a plastic bag into her lap. Kayla squeals.
"I actually love you!" she gushes. And my beer freezes on its way to my lips.
"Yeah, yeah just eat the damn thing, alright?" Jax rubs the back of his neck and looks down at the drink in his hand as if it's about to grant him three wishes. I take another sip of beer and Kayla opens the bag and pulls out a small brown square. I knock back another swig before I open my lips to speak.
"Is that a brownie?"
"Hell yeah it is!"
"Kayla, you're going to eat an edible?"
"Uh huh, why else would I steer clear of the booze? I'm not looking to cross, I don't wanna be that wrecked." I tip my beer back once more to keep my mouth shut. Don't do anything stupid, La La. Please. She pops the whole fucking thing in her mouth, giggling through the chocolate stuffed in her cheeks. I flick my eyes to Jax and glare at him.
"Whoa Kay, you're only supposed to take like a bite out of that thing," Ryder says. Kayla swallows it down.
"I know." I open my mouth and jam the top of the beer bottle in, sucking it dry. I drop the bottle lazily in the grass. Kayla watches it fall then looks up to grin at me. I just run a hand through my hair and look down at the second bottle of beer in my hand. "What's sitting on your tongue there, Pretty Boy?" she asks but I'd be a fool to think it's anything more or less than a dare.
"Just trying to figure out whether or not you're being stupid on purpose," I answer keeping my tone slightly disinterested.
"Everything I do is intentional. It's all about fighting for the upper hand." She looks away and towards Bash. I stare at the back of her head. She's got an hour of sanity left. She better think this through and find a bathroom to puke in. I open my second beer and nurse the bottle. And I'm just about finished with it when Kayla stands up and brushes off her black shorts. I sand up too, intending to walk her into the party and stay with her for the night, but Dominic is on his feet as well. And her eyes are on him instead of me. So I make a point to walk behind them and let my eyes wander across the empty yard and the three pink flamingos in the corner.
We walk back into the house and while the chaos hasn't escalated it certainly hasn't decreased either. We walk through the kitchen and instantly Dominic tugs Kayla to the dance floor. He pulls her body against his and she doesn't protest. His hands grip her waist to guide her movement. She just places her own hands on top of his and continues to grind against him. His lips come down on her bare shoulder, exposed because of her white, skin tight, tank top. She move her head to the side, giving him access once again. I feel my jaw tick as I step forward in motion to walk away. And then her eyes shift over to meet mine. My feet freeze, sticking to the ground. She stares at me as Dominic is all over her. She stares like it's just me in this room. Like she can no longer feel Dominic's body against hers. And I find that I can't break the trance to look away. A hand touches my arm and I flinch, flicking my eyes away. There's a girl, on my arm, but I don't take the time to see much else before my eyes search out Kayla once more. But she's already turned her head away. And her eyes have slid closed. I look back to the girl next to me, shaking off the residue of Kayla with an easy grin.
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
