Dark Intentions

Chapter 3

POV - Alex

I had grabbed hold of the oh shit handle that was just above the door, as Dakota kept true to his word about making a grand entrance for us. He revved his Jeep up and headed straight to the mud pit in the opposite end of the field where everyone gathers for the parties.

I bumped around in my seat as the jeep tore through the thick mud and splashed through the water puddles, sending dirt flying up in the air at all angles, hitting the sides of the vehicle. I could hear the tires spin as we were momentarily stuck in the pit. When he was able to get out Dakota started to do doughnuts in the mud and with the force of it successfully making Sammi hit her head against the window.

"You ass! Watch what you're doing you almost gave me a concussion", Sammi snapped at Dakota while she rubbed her head.

"It is not my fault that you didn't brace yourself more", Dakota chipped back at her earning a giggle from me and glare from her.

He drove back through the pit one more time as fast as he could go then did a victory lap around people's vehicles until he finally parked it next to a Toyota pickup that belongs to a guy, I believed was named Aaron.

Dakota trying the keep the mood cheery says in a fake tour guide voice, "Good evening ladies, we have reached our stop at Tod River. If you would please make sure to grab all personal belongings as you exit the vehicle and do mind your step as you get out."

With grins on our faces, we get out of the once black Jeep and inspect what Dakota had done to it. Mud caked the sides reaching the windows. The tires were covered in mud and had bits of grass sticking out at odd angles. In all honesty, if it wasn't for the top of the Jeep you never would have guess the original color of it is black.

"Now that's the way to make an entrance to these parties, nice one Russo!"

A voice called out to us from behind in the direction of the bonfire that some people were still in the process of trying to start. When we turn around, we see Sammi's cousin Greg, a tall, very muscular redhead, make his way to us with a couple of bottles in his hands. When he finally reaches us, he hands each of us a bottle of beer.

"Looking good tonight Alex", Greg had pointed at me.

"Back at you! I haven't had the chance to see you in a while dude. What have you been up to?", I asked Greg to start a conversation. The last time I saw him was during winter break at Sammi's family Christmas party. There had been a bit of an awkward moment under the mistletoe that was influenced by one too many of Mrs. Bardell's homemade eggnog drinks and peer pressure. But we managed to get passed it.

"You know the same boring old stuff as last time. Been helping here and there at your mom's store when I have a day off at the auto body shop. How did school go?"

"Glad it's over in all honesty."

"Yeah, I bet."

Okay, maybe it was still a bit awkward. Don't get me wrong Greg is an extremely good-looking guy. He's sweet, nice, and helps people out when they need it. I used to have a crush on him when we were in high school, but he was dating someone, or I was dating someone, so it never really worked out. After a while, there wasn't really a click and the crush eventually faded after some time.

Greg hung out for a while with us, mainly chatting with Dakota and Sammi, but would every so often take a glance my way. As more people showed up the little group dispersed, and I was left on my own walking around listening to the large variety of music and saying hi to people I haven't seen in a while.

After I had finished getting caught up with Lisa, a girl I was always lab partners with, I went to go get another drink from one of the buckets someone had on their tailgate. I grabbed a Mike's Hard raspberry lemonade and popped the cap off. As I turned on my heel to go to the bonfire to go sit on one of the logs, I hear my name in all too familiar honey-like voice I had tried so hard to forget the last year.

"Alex?"

I stop dead in my tracks. I had forgotten that Sammi said he was going to be here tonight when we drove over here earlier. Shit.

"Hi, Zack", I said coldly without turning to face him. I'm not even sure I want to see him; I hadn't seen him since the day he dumped me in front of the school. In front of everyone saying how he no longer wanted me and deserved to be with a girl that was more fit for him. He didn't even bother coming back to school after it happened or answer any of my calls so I could get some type of explanation as to why he did it, why he changed so much suddenly.

Slowly I turned so I could look him in his hazel eyes. When I was finally able to see him, I noticed he had let his light brown hair grow out longer. It was now a slightly curly mess on his head looking like a mop, no longer short and neatly cut like he used to keep it.

"It's great to see you after so long, you look good. How have you been? I saw you with Greg earlier, did you come here with him", Zack questioned me. I could hear the curiosity and pain in his voice when he spoke to me. What does he think he's playing at after all this time?

"You don't really get to ask me that anymore after all that you did to me." The grip on my bottle had tightened up, turning my knuckles white. I'm surprised the glass didn't break under all the pressure it was under.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you like that. I owe you an expla-" he started to say before I cut him off.

"I don't want to hear what you have to say now. I needed that a year ago yeah. I would have given anything for that then but now. I just don't give a shit what it is you could say to excuse yourself, Zack. Goodbye, nice seeing you."

With that, I turned around and walked in the opposite direction of him and tried to go find Sammi and Dakota.

While trying to find them I accidentally bumped into a short girl with blonde hair who was way too drunk for her own good. Both our drinks spilling out of their containers.

"Hey, watch what you're doing you fucking loser", she screeched as my bright red drink landed on her cream-colored shirt.

"I'm so sorry I didn't see you there! I'll help pay for a new top or the dry cleaning." But saying this only seemed to make her even more mad. Next thing I know she has a grip on my arm and was practically hissing in my face.

"This is a one of a kind and can't be dry cleaned, you blind bitch. You ruined my top!"

Her screaming started to cause a crowd to form around us in no time itching for some type of fight. Then quick as lighting Greg, Dakota and Sammi show up to help me out of the situation. Greg tried to distract the girl to get her to calm down. When she let go of my arm, he led her away a few yards. While he did that Sammi looked over me to make sure I wasn't hurt and took note of the bruises that were starting to appear on my forearm.

"Good god whatever she was drinking stinks. No wonder she was acting so crazy", Sammi said when she pointed out the fact that in the collision I had with the girl not only resulted in spilling my drink on her, but also whatever had been in her cup. "Dakota, give her your jacket, so she doesn't get cold."

"But then I'll get cold!", he pouted despite the fact he was already shrugging off his leather jacket and putting it around me.

"Thanks, Dakota."

"No problem", he said with a cheeky smile pointed at Sammi who responded with an eye roll.

Sammi wrapped her arm around me and helped steer me to the bonfire and sat on a nearby empty log. The two of them talked to each other while we waited for Greg to come back after taming the girl. He finally did a few minutes later and had sat down next to me. His knee brushed against mine and I couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not.

"Man was she difficult to handle. She must be one of the new spoiled rich girls in town for the summer", Greg said with a sigh, looking like he was drained for the night.

"What did you end up doing with her", Dakota asked Greg.

But we never got to hear what Greg was about to say when a screaming had pierced through the cool night air.