Chapter 8


    Easton


    Everyone is talking about Ryan’s party when we return to school Monday morning. That’s because


    anyone who’s anyone was there, rumors swirling through the hallways and throughout my first period


    ss about who got the drunkest, the sickest, who hooked up in Ryan’s parents’ bed.


    I only remember one thing from the night


    The girl I kissed in the bathroom.


    The rest is one big blur.


    But I remember every detail about that deliciously curvy waist and the softness of her skin and the way


    her lips had melded to mine. And since waking up with a whopping hangover the next morning, I’ve


    been trying to recall every chick who was at the party,paring them to my memory of her. I don’t


    understand why this girl is such a mystery


    She must be somewhere in this school and I’m going to find her.


    That should be easy. There are only two kinds of girls who attend Washington High- ones that disgust


    me and are not my type at all, and ones I’ve already been


    with.


    Since I’m on the hunt, I make sure to look at both categories while I’m passing them in the hallway.


    By lunch, I haven’t made any progress, and I join the guys in the cafeteria, filling my tray with a few


    slices of pizza and a drink before I take a seat between Ryan and ke.


    “I’m still feeling like death,” ke says, staring at his bowl of French fries, not putting a single one in his


    mouth. “I had Reba stop by my ce yesterday afternoon and her deep throating couldn’t even take


    this headache away.”


    “Damn.” I bite into the pepperoni slice. “I was feeling pretty rough yesterday afternoon, too, but getting


    some head would have helped.”


    I think of mystery girl’s lips, how they would feel sucking around my tip and lowering down my shaft.


    Fuck.


    “Tell me about it,” ke replies. “And that chick has a mouth like a vacuum, but I was doing everything


    I could not to throw up.”


    My cell vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out, seeing a text from my father, letting me know he’s taking


    my mother away this weekend,


    and I’ll be home alone. “Hey,” I say, tapping the screen to pull up a calendar, “isn’t Saturday


    Halloween?”


    “I think so, why?” ke says.


    I nce up from my phone, a smile moving over my face. “Mom and Dad are going out of town. Guess


    who’s having a party?”


    “Oh, hell yes,” Ryan replies. “But what about your brothers? Will they be stopping by to make sure


    that’s not what you’re doing?”


    Both are older than me and work with my father at hisw firm, footsteps that I’m supposed to follow.


    The pressure my dad puts


    on me every day is more than want to carry


    “Nah,” I answer. “T’ll tell them I’m staying at your ce, so there’s no reason for them to pop in.”


    “I like this idea,” ke says. “A lot.”


    I write out a quick text, shooting it off to the important people in our ss, making sure everyone knows


    about the n, and I take another bite of my pizza.


    “I’ve got an idea,” ke says. “Why not make it a costume party?”


    I swallow, wiping my mouth. “For


    real?”


    “Yeah, why not. Can you imagine


    how the girls will dress? How much tits and ass will be on disy?”


    “Girls love any reason to put on a costume,” Ryan agrees.


    “Which usually looks more like lingerie,” ke says, his eyes closing, like he’s dreaming about it


    already. “All those hotties under one roof, it’s going to be the fucking yboy mansion at your


    crib.”


    “I’m sold.” I take out my phone and type up another message, letting the group know to wear costumes.


    I wonder if mystery girl will hear about the party and attend and


    what kind of costume she’ll have on, if it will reveal that perfect chest with hard, perky nipples, or that


    ass I can’t stop thinking


    about.


    A grin pulls across Ryan’s lips as he nods. “I think we should all go as Hugh Hefner, the owner of


    yboy Magazine.”


    “And round up a ménage of bunnies for the night,” ke adds.


    “Shhh,” I warn as Sadie walks into the cafeteria, Ryan’s sister behind her, Sadie heading straight for


    Ryan. “Herees the bunny killer.”


    Sadie stops in front of our table,


    practically bouncing. “Sooo, I hear there’s a Halloween party this weekend.” She holds up her phone,


    like she just read the text.


    “Word travels fast,” I reply.


    “I love costume parties,” she sings. “Ryan, we should go as Ken and Barbie, how cute would that be?”


    Ryan takes a bite of his sandwich, replying with a full mouth, “I’m dressing up with the guys.”


    “Well, whatever, I’ll wear something else, then.”


    “Will it be skimpy?” ke asks her.


    She ps his shoulder. “I’m not one of those girls.”


    “What about you, Harper?” ke asks. “Are you one of those girls?”


    “Watch it!” Ryan seethes.


    I look at his sister, waiting for her to answer, which I’m sure is going to erupt a fight between her and


    Ryan. As she contemtes her response, my stare focuses on her mouth


    I’m surprised by how sexy it is.


    In


    Her tongue slowly slides out to lick across her bottom lip, so full and now wet.


    And hot as hell.


    Fuck no, Easton, stop putting your brain there. She’s Ryan’s twin


    sister and he’s already pissed that his friends are giving her attention.


    An ideaes to me out of nowhere and I say, “Doesn’t matter,” before she has a chance to respond,


    “because you’re noting.”


    She looks at me, like I just said the wildest thing. “Excuse me?”


    “No siblings allowed,” I tell her.


    If Ryan doesn’t want his boys hitting on his sister, the way he’d struggled like hell with her at the pool


    party, then this should make him happy


    The amusement on his face and hisughter tells me I made the


    right call.


    “You’re saying … I’m not invited?” she rifies.


    “Did you get my text, asking you toe?” I don’t have to look at my phone to know she wasn’t on that


    group message; I don’t have her number.


    Her eyes widened. “No.”


    “Then, no, you’re not invited.”


    “I know you’re not being that much of a dick,” Sadie snaps at me, her nostrils ring, teeth showing like


    a rabid dog. “She’sing and I know Ryan will side with me.”


    Ryan puts his hands up in the air.


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    “I’m not getting in the middle of this.”


    “You already are,” Sadie confirms. She res at me and adds, “See you Saturday, dickhead.”


    Both girls walk away, but not before Harper gives me one final stare that involves her teeth gnawing on


    her lower lip.


    Damn it, that lip.


    I hope she keeps her pretty mouth at home where it belongs.


    Far away from Ryan’s friends.


    And me.