Eden High: Series 1 (Eden High 1-6)

I was nervous as heck when he rang the doorbell at exactly twenty to six. What were his parents like? Probably disinterested and stuck up I bet.

That was my idea of most Hollywood families, and when I’d done my research after taking a shower and getting dressed I’d found out that his family had more reason than most. He was freaking Hollywood royalty.

I felt shy and out of touch as I walked to the door; technically this could be considered our first date.

His smile when I opened the door made me laugh and the butterflies went away. “Where’s your dad baby?”

“In his office I think, do you need him for something?”

“Uh-uh, I just don’t want any disruptions when I do this.” He pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me before covering my mouth with his.

His kisses make me want to do things; the way he plays with my tongue with his, the feel of his hard chest pressed against my nipples that seem to stay hard in his presence.

We heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen and I almost propelled myself backwards out of his arms.

He held on and gave me a few more soft pecks on the lips before holding me under his arm.

We both turned to watch as my mom came into the kitchen, soon to be followed by dad and Maggie with Jared bringing up the rear.

Pleasantries were exchanged and I was in a hurry to escape the uncomfortable experience of my whole family checking us out to see if they picked up any sex vibes.

Well maybe not Maggie, and Jared I’m not too sure, but definitely mom and dad.

Maggie seemed a little awestruck as she kept staring at Jace with wonder in her eyes. Uh-oh, that look was almost identical to the one I’d seen on Cassandra’s face that day on the field.

Jace once again surprised me when he answered her million and one questions without any seeming rush.

“No Maggie, I’m not a movie star, I’m not even an actor. But I know some; would you like to meet a few sometime?”

“Like who?” I don’t think she believed him about the not acting thing but she was willing to play along.

He named a few teen stars and she all but attacked him before I had to put a stop to it.

Dad looked like he wanted to say a million things and I almost felt bad for him knowing what he must be going through, but uh-uh.

I’m doing this. I am going to date Jace Saunders and have a damn good time doing it, just as soon as I get rid of the butterflies in my tummy.

Chapter 8

JACE

We finally made our escape fifteen minutes later, which is why I’d shown up early.

I wanted every second of our time together to count, so the few minutes I’d stood there giving her dad the time he needed to adjust and her sister to question as any eight year old would, weren’t taking away from that.

“You look pretty Sian.” And she did, simple teenage wear. No over abundance of makeup, no mile high heels, and especially no cleavage revealing thin wear designed to make my dick uncomfortably hard for the rest of the night.

The thing was, she didn’t need any of that. I’m as horny as the next seventeen year old guy don’t get me wrong; but there’s something different about what I feel when I look at this girl.

There’s a hell of a lot more involved than my dick, but instead of scaring me, I feel myself wanting to move towards it.

I seated and belted her into the passenger seat before stealing one more kiss walking around. As soon as I was seated and the car was in gear her hand was back in mine.

“You nervous?” She looked at me and then away; I could feel the tension in her hand as she shrugged her shoulders.

“A little.” I lifted her hand to my lips for a quick reassuring kiss as we made our way through the streets back to my home.

“Don’t be, they’re going to love you I promise.” And that right there is what made me feel secure for some reason.

My parents are about the most well rounded people I know. They’re not saints by any stretch of the imagination, but when it comes to me they go above and beyond.

The fact that I knew without being told that they would both love her as much as I…Shit.

***

I watched her reaction as we pulled through the security gate, past the guardhouse and down the long driveway.

“Holy…” her hand actually went to the door handle as if she was going to jump out.

“It’s okay Sian it’s just a house, take your hand away from the door.” She started to hyperventilate.

“Hey look at me.” I stopped the car halfway down the driveway and turned her face to mine.

I looked into her eyes to see where she was at. This would’ve been funny if it wasn’t her. I don’t think I’d ever seen anyone go into shock over a house before.

“I can’t go in there.”

“Oh yes you can. This is where I live, trust me, you’re going to be spending a lot of time behind those walls. So come on, I’m sure they’re waiting to meet you.”

Her phone rang and distracted her from her…whatever was going on inside her beautiful head. She fumbled it out of her bag and answered.

“Oh hi Jessica, I can’t really talk right now.” She looked at me with big wide eyes. I could almost see the pleading in them.

“It’s okay baby talk.” I helped her out of the car and thought it prudent to take her in through the back.

If she had this kind of reaction to the outside, she’d probably keel over if she saw the inside.

Mom’s one weakness is décor. Our home looks like a cross between an old antebellum plantation and Hampton Court.

I walked up on the deck and gave her some privacy for her conversation and hopefully some time to get herself together.