Untouchable (Haven Falls 1)

Tully reaches for some cups and grabs an open bottle of Vodka and I shake my head before replacing the bottle with a brand new, unopened one. She rolls her eyes at my cautiousness, but nonetheless, takes the bottle from me and gets to work creating the strangest concoction I’ve ever seen.

She hands it over to me and waits patiently as I take a cautious sip. “Shit, that’s actually good,” I tell her, surprised.

Tully gasps in mock horror. “Did you doubt me?”

“Well, yeah,” I laugh. “To be honest, I’m surprised I’m not frothing at the mouth yet.”

Tully rolls her eyes and starts making her own non-acholic version of the drink. “First off, you should have a little more faith in my abilities, and secondly, Noah would probably kick my ass if I let anything happen to you while he and Rivers aren’t here to be some overprotective, macho, dimwits.”

I can’t help but grin. I can just imagine what they’d be like looking out for his sister at parties like this.

Before I know it, Tully grabs the bottle of Vodka off the table and hauls me along after her. “What are you doing?” I laugh as we bump into bodies from every angle.

“I have a feeling you won’t drink if we don’t keep an eye on this bottle,” she explains, holding it up and giving it a wiggle. “And I really want to get you drunk.”

“Oh, geez,” I groan. “I’m more than happy to get drunk, but if I wake up naked in a gutter somewhere with a tattoo of your brother’s face on my ass, you’re in trouble.”

“Noted,” she laughs. “But let it be known, if you were going to get a drunk tattoo on your ass, it’ll be my face, not Noah’s,” she explains before looking back over her shoulder with a mischievous sparkle in her green eyes. “Though, he’d sure get a kick out of his face on your ass. Maybe we should head to the tattoo parlor after this.”

“Oh, hell,” I groan. “I’m going to die tonight. I can just see the headlines tomorrow. ‘Haven Falls teen – Tragic death at hands of best friend. Did she or didn’t she?’”

“Ooooh,” she smiles wide with bright eyes. “I’ll be famous. Do you think they’ll put in a headshot too?”

A body slams into us and we both stumble back a step. I latch onto Tully as she does the same for me and we somehow manage to right each other as both of our drinks get splashed across our chests. Tully’s hand comes up and shoves at the guy fumbling around before us. “Hey, watch it,” she demands, managing to make herself appear as though she’s a hundred feet tall. Though, I guess when you’re part of a pack, you need to know how to hold your own.

The guy spins around and I find myself scowling at Spencer Jones, the douchebag who splashed dirty rainwater all over me on Tuesday morning. “Oh, shit,” he chuckles, clearly already wasted. “Didn’t see you ladies there.”

“Maybe next time you’ll watch where you’re going or you just might end up with my fist in your face.”

“Calm down, Tullz,” he says. “It was an accident.”

“You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

A softness creeps into his eyes, but it’s gone a second later as he rolls his eyes towards me. He looks me over with a hungry curiosity. “Who the hell are you?” he questions with a sly grin. “You new around here?”

Tully scoffs as I arch an eyebrow. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” I ask. “I’ve been at the same school as you for years.” His brows furrow, but I’m not about to let this asshat off the hook. “Just Tuesday morning you drove through a puddle, sending water all over me and instantly ruined my day as you and your jockstrap friends howled like the animals that you are.”

“What?” Tully gasps in outrage.

Recognition dawns in his eyes. “Oh, shit. That was you?” he cringes, wide eyed. “You know, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Spencer,” I say, calling him out and taking another sip of my liquid courage. “You darted to the side of the road and hit that puddle like it was the answer to all of life’s big questions.”

His face scrunches up and I prepare myself for whatever bullshit is about to come out of his mouth, only, he shocks me once again. “Alright, yeah,” he says with a sigh. “I did it on purpose, but only because I had the boys in the car, and well, you know how it is with us boys. If I didn’t do it, they would have called me a pussy.”

I can’t help but scoff again. “And that’s supposed to make it ok?”

“Well, no,” he says, stepping into me and taking my waist as his eyes become hooded. “Let me make it up to you.”