Her Mob Boss (Book Three Of The Brave Series)

18-Liquid Courage

Elena had to pause at the sight of what seemed like an entirely new Mitchell. His once ear length brown hair was cut in a slight fade on the sides, a little extra left on top to swoop over and compliment his rounder cheeks. His glasses were gone completely, showing off his gray eyes she had never paid attention to before. Instead of his usual polo and straight blue jeans, he wore black jeans with Timberland gray boots and a button down dark blue shirt, the sleeves rolled up and tight against muscles she had no idea existed. He smiled as he walked towards us.

"Oh my, when did the boy become a man?" Jamie asked as he leaned on Elena, fanning his face with his hand. Elena chuckled. Yeah he had definitely changed, but he was no Rysen. No, don't you dare start thinking about him! Elena scolded herself internally. She wasn't going to let him ruin her mood again.

Mitchell smiled as he stepped up beside us.

"Hey guys." he said as all three of them just stared at him. Suddenly Amy moved and pinched him on the arm. He jumped.

"Ow, what the hell Amy?" he said, brows drawn in.

"S-sorry, I just had to make sure that was really you. When did this butterfly escape the cocoon?" she asked. Elena giggled at Amy's antics and untangled herself from the twins. She began walking towards the house and turned when she noticed no one behind her.

"Let's go guys!" she said with a smile, her excitement rising again at the thought of this new experience. They smiled and made their way up to her. Amy hooked her arm in Elena's left arm, Jamie in her right, and Mitchell behind her as they strutted their way into the house of bumping music and talking teens.

When they entered the house the music got almost deafening but Elena's cheeks burned as she smiled. They entered through a short hallway where some people leaned against the wall talking, well yelling, over the music. When they finally made it through the hall they came to a large, open lounge area where many bodies writhed and danced to the loud music, bottles and cups in hand.

Oh I really want to dance tonight. Elena thought, though the idea of being pressed against so many people made her nervous. Her thoughts didn't stay on it too long as Amy dragged her through the throng of people and straight into a large, open kitchen that was dimly lit and had a handful of people bustling around.

"Okay, I'm going to make us some drinks." Amy shouted in Elena's ear and she nodded. Tonight, Elena was going to let loose, no matter what.

An hour, and five drinks later, Elena was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol and she was having an amazing time. Amy had gone to dance with a boy from one of her classes and hadn't returned in ten minutes so things must've been going well. Jamie, Mitchell, and her were still in the kitchen, off to the side catching up when a boy who was probably a year younger than the three of them came up to Jamie. He was cute, with ear length blonde hair and brown eyes, a square jaw and wore a football jersey. His eyes were slightly red as he leaned into Jamie and said something that Elena couldn't hear. She looked at Mitchell, wandering if he heard. He looked at her and shrugged. She turned back to see Jamie's eyes widen and cheeks reddened softly. The boy pulled back and winked before backing away and into the hall that lead to the make-shift dance floor.

"Um, yeah, I'll be back." he said as he chugged his drink and through the plastic cup into the almost full trash can before following the boy. Elena smiled. Go, Jamie.

"And then there were two." Mitchell chuckled and Elena giggled.

"Shooooots!" someone called out and Elena looked over to find a bottle of tequila nearly empty on the island and multiple little red shot glasses lined up beside it. Elena grabbed Mitchell's arm.