Ride: An angsty enemies to lovers romance Page 3

  The rest of the week goes by in a bit of a flash. My mums barely been home, which makes me think she’s already got stepdad number eight on the go. I get the odd text here and there, and I can tell she’s been home for clothes while I’m at school, but it still hurts. Has she not learnt from her past mistakes that jumping in too fast with these guys ends badly? We’ve only been here a week and she’s probably been home about two of those days overall.

  Whatever, I should be used to it by now.

  Thank God for Angie though, throughout this week, we’ve spent more and more time together, she’s fast becoming a real friend, one that I can actually rely on.

  I still have some past insecurities that she has a hidden agenda, but all she’s done is show me how trustworthy she is. So, I’m rolling with it.

  I haven’t had many more encounters with Jared since our weird gym staring contest.

  Darren has been as flirty as usual, but Jared barely spares me a passing glance. He was noticeably absent from science yesterday, most of the class I sat looking at his chair, wondering where the hell he was.

  I caught a glimpse of him in the cafeteria at lunch, and I wish I hadn’t.

  Sitting at his usual table with some other guys I’ve seen him hanging around with, he was lounging in his chair like the big I am.

  What made me look away was the blonde bitch draped across his lap, she was as plastic as you could get, with her shirt unbuttoned enough to see her fake boobs threatening to bust out her lacey bra.

  I swear she had more filler in her lips than the arches on my car. It wasn’t who I expected him to spend his time with, and it hit me that I’m really not his type.

  If blonde and fake is what he goes for, I’m the furthest thing from someone he would want.

  It put me in a foul mood for the rest of the day.

  If Angie knew, she didn’t say anything, choosing to ignore my brooding, she started going on about some guy she was meeting up with at the party tonight.

  From the way she described him, he seemed like a really nice guy. But I didn’t expect anything else, Angie was one of the smartest girls I’d met.

  She was beautiful too, her long blonde hair was always braided away from her cute heart shaped face.

  I swear if I decided to bat for the other team, her lips on their own would be enough for me to have a big fat crush. But unfortunately, I preferred torturing myself with the images of me and Jared.

  I almost backed out of going to this party tonight, but one look from an angry Ang made me shut my mouth quick. She wasn’t going to let me chicken out.

  That’s how I ended up standing in front of my mirror with one of the skimpiest outfits I’ve ever worn.

  When Ang said she would hook me up with something to wear tonight, I did not expect what she turned up with. I cringed on the spot when she showed me the tiny crop top and booty shorts. Shooing me into my bathroom, I gave up my fight and put the tiny pieces of clothing on in an attempt to stop her bitching.

  I was pleasantly surprised when I got a look at myself though.

  The crop top covered my big bust enough that they weren’t right in your face like they do in a normal strap top. The booty shorts covered my ass cheeks, just about. But they had a torn and tattered affect to the hem of them, which gave me an edgy rock feel. I kind of loved them, they were definitely my style.

  Fluffing my hair, I applied some heat protection and picked up my curling iron and gave myself soft loose waves that hung over my breasts. Applying a smokey eye, I went all out and gave myself bright red lips to go with the punky feel.

  Giving myself the once over, I actually felt sexy, sexier than I ever have before. In the back of my mind, I knew I was going along with this skimpy outfit to try and get a reaction out of Jared, but I put it to the back of my mind. I felt confident, if he was the reason behind it, then so be it.

  Walking out the bathroom, I do a double take when I see what Angie’s wearing. Damn, she looks hot.

  She’s got a similar look to me going on with little denim shorts and a strap top, but she’s added fishnet tights to her look, making her look badass.

  “Damn, I didn’t expect that” I say walking over to my closet to grab my lace up boots, they will go perfect with my outfit.

  “Let me guess, you thought I would be the kind of girl who wore Chanel dresses with my vag practically hanging out?” she giggles while she applies her lipstick.

  “To be honest, yeah. But I’m so fucking happy we have the same style”

  Thank God she isn’t like all the other bitches in our school.

  They throw their boobs and ass around on a daily basis to try and get some sort of reaction out of any male within a fifty-foot radius.

  “No fucking way, never been into shit like that, gimme a band tee any day of the week over that designer shit”

  Amen.

  Finishing our look, we snap a few pics before heading out to my car. After vetoing the taxi idea, I informed her I’d rather not drink at all than not drive. Leaving my lifeline at home while I’m at a random party sounds like my worst nightmare.

  Settling in my car, I turn the music up as I pull out my parking spot. Bullet for my valentine’s Waking the Demon blasts from my speakers as we hightail it through the city center.

  Following Angie’s directions, I end up having to park a few streets down when we see how crowded the driveway to Jared’s house is. I’m not massively comfortable leaving my car so far from my sight, but I don’t have much of a choice in this moment. And by the looks of all the drunk idiots spilling from the house, it might be safer far away from here anyway.

  The house is not what I expected. Its way bigger than I had imagined it to be. The whole place has a modern look to it, with big glass pane windows encasing most of the ground floor. Perfectly trimmed lawn and bushes line the path up the sleek looking double front door. Seeing his Boss parked by the garage, it sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the posh uppity feel of the house.

  Pulling down the hem of my crop top, I follow Angie up the driveway, narrowly missing some guy who can’t seem to stay up on two feet. Its only 10 o’clock and the party is way past wasted already. Surely the neighbors will call the police soon enough.

  “Let’s go get a drink and then I’ll find Nate” Angie tries to shout above the music.

  Following her through the sea of bodies, we end up in the kitchen at the back of the house.

  Bottles line the countertops with red solo cups waiting for us to pour our drinks.

  Picking up the bottle of lemonade, I fill my cup while Angie grabs the vodka for her own drink.

  I hope she takes it steady tonight, I already told her to just crash at mine, but if she pukes in my car, friend or not, I’ll be livid.

  Bringing the cup to my lips, I scan the room while taking a sip. Trying not to look out for Jared, I watch as a game of beer pong is set up on the pool table in the front room. Strip poker is in full swing not far from that, girls sit there scantily clad in their underwear while holding a hand that no doubt will make them end up losing the last scraps of material on their model like bodies.

  At the strip poker table, a pair of eyes look up at me with a devilish smirk. Erg, someone I really didn’t want to run into tonight.

  Darren swaggers his way over to where me and Angie are scoping out the place. “Ladies, looking mighty fine this evening” he drawls while looking us up and down with leering eyes.

  Screwing her face up in disgust, her face lights up when she sees someone enter the house across the room. “Nate!” she shouts running towards him. Throwing herself in the air, she lands on him with a mighty oomph before wrapping her arms and legs around him like a monkey. Pulling her face back, she smashes her lips down on his in a passionate kiss.

  I look away smiling when she pretty much starts dry humping him in the middle of the room.

  “That’s hot” I hear Darren say from next to me. I’d completely forgotten he was standing next to me.

  St
epping back a little, I give myself some well needed space away from the sleezeball. “So, whadda you say, wanna go find somewhere quieter?” he says running his finger down my arm.

  Pulling it away in disgust, I make my way over to Angie ignoring the shiver of having him touching me.

  Now Ang has finally disentangled herself from this guy, she turns to me with a megawatt smile “Sara, this is Nate, my…. Friend” she says with a shy smile.

  “Friend?” I say raising my eyebrow in question.

  “Well nice to meet you Sara” he says holding out his hand.

  Giving it a return shake, I look at Angie with a ‘Damn, he’s hot’ look.

  Giggling at my reaction, she drags us both out the back door of the house, which thankfully isn’t as busy or loud.

  “Hey, Jared!” a girl shouts from next to me as she shoves her way past us. Turning to where she’s scarpering off to, I see him.

  Lounging on a recliner by an outdoor pool, the man himself is there. Beer dangling from his fingers, he doesn’t seem to have heard the girl shouting as he chats with two other guys around the table between them.

  The other guys look equally as relaxed as they sit on a chair each. The one on Jared’s left is saying something obviously funny as he starts laughing and smiling while throwing his hands around continuing whatever it is he was saying. That must be Cam, I think. Ang said he’s a big joker and this guy definitely looks like fun.

  The guy on the other side though, is the complete opposite. Apart from the odd twitch if his lips, he looks down at his beer bottle as he peels the label from it, looking like this is the last place he wants to me. Duke. She told me he is broody and dark, similar to Jared.

  At the thought of his name, my eyes swing back to find him staring right back at me. Taking a slow perusal of my body, he reaches back up to my eyes. Flaring his nostrils, he suddenly looks very angry. What the hell have I done.

  He’s basically been avoiding me all week, and now he’s angry at me?

  “Whoa, what you do to J?” Nate says with his arm round Angie.

  “Nothing, I don’t know why he’s looking at me like that” I reply.

  “Yo, J” he yells. Fuck, he’s going to bloody ask him!

  “Hey Nate, how’s it going dude” he replies not taking his eyes off me.

  “You know Sara and Angie?” Nate asks oblivious to me screaming at him in my head to shut up.

  “Yeah. We’ve met” it’s all he says, yet he says it so coldly, like I’m his number one enemy.

  “What’s your problem” I say sternly. I hadn’t meant to say anything, but it pisses me off that he obviously doesn’t like me, when I’ve done nothing to deserve it.

  “You’re here, at my party. You weren’t invited” he grinds out.

  “Darren invited me” I say sweetly. I was hoping for some sort of reaction to that. He made it obvious before that he didn’t like Darren talking to me, for reasons that are oblivious to me.

  “Well Darren shouldn’t have, you’re not welcome here” his eyes flash with complete distain.

  What the fuck.

  “I have done nothing to you” as I reply, a skinny as fuck blonde slides over and sits on lap. I recognize her as the plastic girl from the cafeteria this week, the one draping herself all over him.

  “Look, bitch. No one wants you here, so why don’t you take your skanky Colorado ass back to where you came from”

  Taken aback by her insult, I look to Angie who looks about two seconds from ripping this bitches hair out. Seeing her about to move, I put my hand up and shake my head with a message to leave it. If this girl thinks I’m some sort of push over who will run away and cry at her words, she’s got another thing coming.

  Looking in her eyes, I give her the most sinister smile I can.

  “Aww sweetie, am I getting in the way of your std collection? Don’t worry babe, I’m sure Jared has plenty you can tick off your list”

  “Damn, I like this girl” the guy I think is Cam says from the other side of the table.

  “Who are you sweetness?” he says giving me a charming smile.

  Angie warned me he was a flirt, but I expected it to be creepy like how Darren is, but I just find him harmless.

  “I’m Sara, Jared’s new best friend, didn’t you hear?” I reply sarcastically.

  With a hoot of a laugh, he slaps his leg at my remark.

  “Damn, this girl is funny” he says smiling wide at me. Unable to resist, I smile and snort at him.

  Coming this party was a mistake, but I’m here now, so I might as well enjoy myself.

  “Ang, shall we just get a cab home later? I’m suddenly feeling the need to drink”

  “Whoop, now you’re talking girl” she hollers before passing me her vodka and coke.

  Tipping the contents down my throat, I finish it off before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

  Let make this bitch a party already.

  Four.

  After way too many drinks, I finally start to feel myself loosen up. My car better be parked somewhere safe tonight, because there is no way I can drive now.

  I ended up on the makeshift dance floor about half an hour ago and I haven’t left since.

  Angie and Nate have been grinding on each other since we stumbled over here, and if they carry on, I think even I’ll be pregnant before this night is over.

  Letting myself flow with the music, I sway my hips to the beat, shutting my eyes letting it flow through me.

  Feeling a pair of arms come around me, I lock up as a warm breath tickles my ear.

  “No wonder my boy is so tied up in knots. Your body is sinful” a husky voice says in my ear.

  Moving my eyes to see who it is, I relax and smile when I see Cam’s boyish face grinning at me from behind.

  “I can’t say I know what you’re talking about” I say coyly.

  “He hasn’t stopped watching you since you came over here”

  Moving his hand to rest on my lower belly, the other comes up to grasp my chin, bringing my eyes back to look at him again.

  The thought of Jared watching me, seeing his friends hands on my body, its making me ache.

  Swaying my hips into him, he lets out a growl before gripping my chin almost painfully.

  Smiling up to him, I rest one hand on his arm around my middle and bring the other behind us to grip is backside.

  Round and firm in my hand, I hear his chuckle before he smashes his lips down on mine.

  His kiss is soft and passionate, and all wrong. All I picture with Cam’s lips on me is that I would rather it be Jared.

  What has that dickhead done to deserve so many of my thoughts.

  Trying to push him back from my mind, I break off the kiss to see Cam’s eyes full of hunger. I know he wants me, he’s made it perfectly clear, but I don’t get the simmering heat I get from just being near Jared.

  “I know I’m not the one babe, I’m just testing something” he says smiling.

  No more than five seconds later, we hear almighty slam as the back door is almost smashed off its hinges, and Jared is nowhere to be seen.

  “Thought so” Cam says smiling at me before ducking his head into my neck.

  Too buzzed to care, I carry on dancing as if no one is watching. Cam stays for a bit, keeping his hands to himself, mostly. But he’s harmless.

  And for the first time ever, I actually feel free.

  I need water. It’s the first thing I think when I come to. But the bottle I keep on my table isn’t there. Fumbling my hand around the bedside table, I try and fail to get my hands on the damn thing. Feeling something flat and cold, I strain one eye open to see what I have my hands on. It’s a CD case.

  Where the hell did that come from.

  Examining the cover as much as I can with one blurry eye, I see it’s a Slipknot album.

  Hmm, don’t remember buying that.

  How did I even get home last night?

  I can’t remember anything after dragging Angie off
Nate to dance.

  Erg, my mouth feels like the Sahara Desert and my head feels like death.

  Never drinking again.

  Rolling back onto my back, I hear the noise of someone softly breathing.

  Angie must have made it back with me. Thank God.

  I thought I was going to have to make it back home on my own while she went off with Nate.