Puck (Broken Hill Boys 1)

I bark out a laugh knowing how this is going to go. “Looks like your girl is in trouble,” I tell Nate, unable to control the smirk across my face. There’s nothing I love more than fucking with Nate Ryder, especially when it comes to Tora Roberts.

Nate’s eyes flick to mine with his brows creased before following my gaze and taking in the sight. If anyone else was in the car with us, they’d assume I was talking about Ashley, the girl Nate’s been using to hold the others off, none would have the slightest inkling that it was Tora I was referring to, especially after the way Nate has publicly made her life a living hell.

No matter how much he denies it, me, Maxen, Tyson, and especially Jesse know all too well that he’s got a soft spot for her. He can’t lie to us when he’s talking about Tora, it’s all in his eyes. He’s been in love with her for years.

Fury seeps into Nate’s features as he presses down harder on the gas and the tires begin spitting up chunks of grass and mud as the engine roars. I laugh out. I fucking love this shit.

The sound of the engine finally draws Josh’s attention and a wicked grin spreads across Nate’s face. He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to. It’s written all over his face; game on.

Usually, I’d be giving Nate a lecture about fucking with Tora, but I honestly couldn’t give a shit tonight. I’ve drank way too much and all I can seem to think about is the way Courtney was staring at me earlier.

I don’t know why it fucked with my head so much. Screwing with Courtney is not a good move. Don’t get me wrong, she’s fucking gorgeous and I don’t doubt that she has some sort of magical pussy that would make me feel like a fucking king, but she’s bad news.

Courtney is the girl who wouldn’t give up the goods unless you’re promising a future to go with it, and honestly, I’m so far from interested in that shit. It was just the way she was looking at me…I don’t know, there was a fire in her eyes and it was almost like she had so much more she needed to say

No girl has ever had the audacity to do something like that and truth be told, I fucking liked it. No, I loved it. I’ve never been so lucky that Nate nearly knocked her the fuck over and broke whatever connection was between us before I had the chance to slam her up against the wall and take her right there for the whole fucking senior class to see.

Fuck me, what a mistake that would have been. She would have been a stage five clinger if I even laid one single finger on her. Actually, I did. I should have just let her fall, but I reached out to save her from tumbling to the ground and the second my fingers wrapped around her wrist, a bolt of electricity surged through my body.

Now, I don’t know about other guys, but that shit ain’t normal. Maybe I have been drinking too much tonight.

Nate’s Camaro comes to a stop and I throw myself out the door before finishing what’s left of my beer. I toss the empty bottle down into the fire that’s hardly alight and watch as Nate pulls out a cigarette and starts stalking his way towards Tora.

I smirk at the scene. That poor girl. Nate is a fucking bastard, but she does well to hold herself up. Maybe she’s strong enough for him, but it’s an answer we’ll never have. Any girl would be stupid to be with a guy who treated her like that. Nate would have to seriously turn things around if he wanted to have a shot with her.

I make my way back up toward the party when I feel those familiar eyes on me. I can’t help but glance up toward the house to see the whole senior class standing at the windows after having watched Nate destroy the backyard, and right in the middle of them is Courtney with her intense eyes on me.

Always on me.

That’s right, baby. Keep those eyes on me.

Shit. Why do I like that so much and why the hell do I find her so damn gorgeous? She’s fucking beautiful.

I’m no fool, I’ve been aware of Courtney since the day I first started school at five years old, just as I know that she’s been aware of me. Though, it’s a different kind of awareness. To me, she’s the untouchable good girl wrapped in a pretty white bow who could fuck it all up. To her, I have no doubt that I’m what her nightmares are made of.