Broken Hill Havoc (Broken Hill High Series 5)

An hour later, my home is packed with bodies I’ve never seen before and I have a feeling if Nate knew about this, I’d be sent straight to the naughty corner for a good spanking. I mean, what better way to welcome Josh into my home. It’s as though I’m calling from the rooftops ‘Hey Josh, this is where I live. Come and get me. I dare you.’ But when my girl is back in town and we only have a limited time together to get our group back together, you better believe we’re going to do it right.

It all happened within the blink of an eye. First, Elle came over carting Jackson behind her, who dragged along the football team. Though I’m pleased to see Lukas hasn’t had the balls to show his face, but the night is still young. Jackson called Jesse and naturally, he showed up with Kaylah and Tyson who basically had the whole senior year of Broken Hill High follow them through the door.

The only face I haven’t seen is Nate’s, but I doubt it will be long. It’s as though he can sniff this stuff out. In fact, I’d bet our relationship on the fact that he’s already on his way.

Music blares through our speakers as random people start piling bottles of alcohol onto our kitchen counter. A keg comes in next and I have to wonder where the hell it came from. Someone moves our couch to the side of the room and bodies instantly fall into its vacated spot and begin grinding.

When a couple falls down into the couch and starts using it as their sex chamber, Brooke and I spring into action. Sheets and blankets are thrown over the couches as the couple is ushered away. I mean, I’m all for a little extra fun at a party, but not on the host’s couch.

All valuables are put away in my room and then locked. We do a once over of the bathroom to make sure there’s nothing too personal in there and double check the kitchen for anything that shouldn’t be there.

We meet back in the hallway and when we’ve decided the house is thoroughly safe enough for us to relax, the smiles spread across our faces.

“Hell yeah,” Brooke grins. “Hosting our first college party.”

“I know,” I laugh. “But if anyone pisses on my carpet or throws up all through the house, I’m not going to be impressed.”

“Tell me about it,” she grumbles. “We’ll hire a cleaner in the morning.”

“Sounds good, now let’s go and enjoy our party.”

It takes all of about three seconds for Jackson and Jesse to find us and start pouring alcohol down our throats. I absolutely love that these two have decided to start a little bromance. It’s great seeing them being so friendly towards one another and I don’t doubt it’s making life easier for Kaylah, but just as I had always feared, these two together are a dangerous mix. It’s lethal but funny as hell at the same time. They need to come with a warning.

Nate showed up a while ago with Maxen trailing in beside him. Nate spotted me instantly as if we were drawn to one another and from the look in his eye it was obvious he wanted to let me know his thoughts on us having a party. When he saw me and Brooke being cornered by Jackson and Jesse, he slipped away. Maybe he figured having these two as our little party friends was punishment enough, or maybe he just knew we’d be safe with these two buffoons sticking to us like glue.

They laugh and carry on until Brooke and I are thoroughly relaxed enough to barely remember that this is even our place. We find Brylee, Courtney, and Elle out the back dancing amongst a few other bodies and join them with Jesse and Jackson tagging along.

The rest of our group fall in with us and soon enough, I have Nate’s warm arms circling my waist and holding me tight against his hard body. I look across at Brooke when Maxen dances up next to her. They’re not touching, but the sparkle in their eyes speaks volumes and makes me smile like a goofball

Nothing beats this feeling.

I’ve been having a really shitty time over the past few weeks, but Nate has been there every step of the way to make it all better.

“Oh, my god,” Brooke laughs a while later when we haul ass, breaking free from the boys. “I thought we’d never lose them.”

“I know,” I laugh. “They’re like a bad smell that doesn’t go away.”

“Damn straight, they are,” she says as we escape up the side of the house and head out towards the front yard. We drop down onto the curb and lean back into the grass. “What’s with them anyway? They’re never like this at parties.”