Sex and the Treaty

Happy Birthday Baby.

PS: Heavy smut warning. Read at your own risk because this chapter has mature content in it. :)

Atticus's perspective:

"Atty come on man it's your birthday in some hours. We haven't come here to see your sad, drained out face." Luke patted my back.

I rolled my eyes as I walked from my table to the head of my bed. Resting my back against the head rest, I stretched my legs out in the front.

"I don't even care, it's just a fucking birthday man." I shrugged glancing at my phone which   lighted with a message.

Dad: Stuck at a friend's house. Won't be coming at night. Take care of the house & Happy birthday in advance. I love you son.

I laughed at the message. "Guess dad's not going to make it home tonight. It's just us."

I glanced at Davis who was still plopped up on the bean bag. Dean opened the bottle of beer in his hand and raised it up, giving me the toast. Luke anyhow was pacing next to the bed.

"What's the time?" Davis asked glancing at the closed door or my room.

"Ten minutes to twelve." Dean answered.

I narrowed my eyes at Davis. He was restless, and his eyes met the door's back every five seconds.

"Waiting for something?" I asked when he looked up again. I cocked my eyebrows and he shook his head violently.

"You know Nick isn't going to come. He's gone so you don't have to wait for him." Luke shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. Good thing he left town or I would have had him eat his shoes. Well, after everything, it doesn't matter that much. No mom, step or real, no dad to wish me at twelve and no Stacy. Just some idiots who I owe my life to.

Cheers to being popular ladies and gentlemen.

"I'm not waiting for Nick." Davis rolled his eyes, glancing at the door again. Getting irritated he pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at it.

"Dude if you want to go somewhere you can go. You don't have to stay the night, it's just my stupid birthday." I suggested when he narrowed his eyes at me and looked back at his phone again.

"Shut up Atticus--"

But he stopped talking when the door to my room suddenly barged open. How did it even open, the front door was closed and-- maybe dad came early?

I straightened up a little, creasing my eyebrows in confusion. She opened the door and started looking around everywhere. My eyes widened. This can't be true, she can't be here. Is she here for real? Is this all true?

Her eyes stopped at mine and she sighed taking a step inside my room. Giving me a light smile, I could sense her chest heaving up and down. She was nervous.

"Stacy?" It came out as a whisper.

"This is what I was waiting for." Davis stood up and I continued my gape at him. He raised his bottle of beer to me. "Happy birthday man, we'll see you tomorrow."

He muttered something to Stacy which made her smile more. Then he walked off. Dean and Luke did the same as they all walked off.

Wait so they all knew she was coming? I wasn't understanding anything. She closed the door as they walked out. Giving me another slight glance, she pushed the lock up and sealed the door shut.

My eyebrows creased when she pulled her bag down and placed it on my table. Removing her jacket, I saw the white strap shirt and skinny fitting black jeans on her.