Wild Girl (Aston Creek High 3)

He shakes his head, moving his hands from beside her thighs to her waist. “I’m not,” he declares. “I can’t guarantee that some days I won’t be a dick, because we both know I will, but I can guarantee that I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t think you’re hearing me when I tell you that I want this. I’m done fucking around I’m done playing games. I want something real and I want it with you.”

“You mean it?” she whispers. “You really want to make this work?”

He nods. “Tell me I’m not imagining it and that you feel the same way.”

A smile pulls at her lips as her hands come up around his neck. “You’re not imagining it.”

“So…?” he questions nervously.

Happiness spreads over her face as she smiles wide. “So, I’m going to give you a shot, but if you fuck it up, I’m going to make your life a living hell.”

Damian lets out a heavy breath and drops his forehead to Nessa’s “Oh, thank fuck,” he breathes moments before crushing his lips against hers. Nessa’s arms tighten around his neck and she draws him in closer while his hands tighten on her waist.

“About fucking time,” Slade says in my ear with absolute joy in his tone.

I turn into Slade and despite the bullshit between us right now, I can’t help the happiness that floods me, but what’s more, I see that same brightness reflected in his eyes. Not a word needs to be said between us. We’re both feeling the love for Damian and Nessa and it makes my petty little grudge seem ridiculous.

“Come on,” Slade murmurs, scooping me off the counter to leave Nessa and Damian to explore each other’s tonsils in peace. “I’m done having you mad at me.”

Slade’s fingers lace through mine and I allow him to lead me through the array of bodies and down the hallway to my room. He pushes the door open and as we step through, we find my room is not as empty as we had assumed.

Maze sits in my open closet in her underwear and heels. Her legs are spread open wide, my clothes in one hand, pressed to the side of her face as her other hand rubs furiously over her clit.

“What the fuck?” I screech as Slade stares in shock, the smell of the perfume I’d bought that my mom used to wear is strong in the air.

Maze gawks at us like a deer in headlights and we all seem to pause for a brief moment before she starts scrambling.

She throws my things down and grabs hold of her clothes, desperately trying to get to her feet in her ridiculous heels.

Tell me this psycho bitch was not just rubbing one out to the thought of me at the bottom of my closet. That’s fucking insane. I thought it was Slade she was head over heels for. I mean, if she’s into me then whatever, but she needs to keep her story straight. I’ve never felt so fucking confused in my life. But what I do know is that little moment Slade and I were about to share is now long gone.

Maze starts running for the open window, but Slade isn’t about to just let her go without answers. He beats her there and stands before her, intimidating and imposing, an absolute force to be reckoned with.

I close the door behind me, blocking out the sound of the party as I stride across my room, my eyes narrowed on the girl who’s betrayed me over and over again.

Maze’s eyes flick between us with embarrassment clear on her face.

“Now’s the time to start explaining,” I say, just in case she was unsure how this bullshit was supposed to work. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing getting your rocks off in my bedroom, with my clothes and my mother’s perfume?”

“Your…your mothers?” she questions, scrunching her face.

“Answer the fucking question,” Slade roars, making her jump as she looks up at him, shrinking under his stare.

“I…I…”

I step into Slade’s side. “You have three fucking seconds.”

“Three,” Slade starts with a tone that suggests he’s kinda enjoying this little game.

I cut him off. This is my fun. “Two.”

Maze’s eyes dart around the room in a panic, knowing I’m more than capable of handing her ass a smackdown if she was to hold back.

I’m just moments from completing my countdown when her explanation comes flying out of her mouth like word vomit. “I just wanted to know what it felt like,” Maze rushes out. “I thought…I thought if maybe I looked like you and smelled like you, he’d want to be with me.”

“The fuck?” Slade grunts, rearing back away from her as though she’s diseased.

Embarrassment floods her as she looks up at my boyfriend. “You’re so crazy about her. I just thought that maybe if I was more like her…”