He groans against my neck before his right hand moves to grip my hip, tightly, and his left hand winds its way into my hair, holding me securely as his lips smash into mine, consuming me in a kiss full of passion, heat, and fire. I’ve never been kissed like this in my life. His supple lips move against mine, encouraging me to open beneath him before he dips his tongue in to dance with my own.
His body pushes down on me, forcing me back against the railing as his hips grind against my own, seeking that long-sought-after friction.
All too soon he pulls back. A small wanton moan leaves me before I can stop it. He takes another step back, away from me, and it's only then, when I have a bit more room to breathe and my brain starts to function again, that I realise I can hear voices. Someone else is out here with us, round the side of the house where the door back into the kitchen is.
“Don’t trust anyone Sophie. No one here is your friend,” he states vaguely before turning around and heading back towards the house, leaving me staring after him in the dark. My panties are wet and my skin burns where he touched me. Dammit, what are these boys doing to me?
I stand outside in the night air for another few minutes trying to calm my breath and letting the flush on my chest die down before walking back into the house.
Once I’m back in the kitchen, surrounded by tipsy classmates, I grab myself a glass of water to help me cool down and do another loop through the house, hoping to run into Alexis or one of her friends.
Unfortunately, it’s not one of the girls I run into first, but Kurt. I haven’t had many dealings with him thankfully, he always seems too busy buried deep in some girl or getting sucked off by one. Unfortunately, I seem to have caught him with his trousers pulled up and buttoned, and on the prowl for a new conquest.
“Well well, what do we have here? If it isn’t the girl that has both Preston and Barrett’s attention,” he sneers, while slowly looking me up and down and licking his lips in a way that makes my whole body tense, but I control the urge to show my disgust.
He has managed to sneak up behind me while I was making my way through one of the quieter living rooms, closing in on me.
“That’s some feat you know. Tell me, what is it about you that has them so riled up?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. They hate me and I hate them,” I reply distractedly, trying to work out how to get away from him. Every time he steps in closer to me, I take a step back in an attempt to maintain some distance between us.
Laughing, he responds, “Doesn’t look like hate to me. It looks like they wanna fuck you so hard you forget your own name,” He responds crudely, continuing to leer at me suggestively as my back hits the wall behind me and his arms snap out so his hands are firmly against the wall on either side of my head, effectively trapping me.
“They aren’t all they crack up to be though. I can do so much more for you, baby,” he continues suggestively, leaning in even closer to me, causing my palms to sweat and my breath to become shallow as I try not to move, hoping if I just let him say his piece he will leave me alone. He can’t drag me off in the middle of the party, and I will scream bloody murder if he so much as tries.
He dips his head, running his nose along my hairline at the top of my head. It’s not a dissimilar gesture to Barrett’s, but my reaction couldn’t be more different. “Mmm, you smell like fear. I bet you taste delicious.”
What the fuck did he just say? Is he my revolting note writer, or just another creep in this town full of whack jobs?
I’m heading in full panic mode now, adrenaline taking over my thoughts and movements as I mutter, “Wh…What did you just say?”
“If you wanna mess with them though, you only have to ask. Wouldn’t be a hardship to fuck a pretty ass like yours, especially if it meant pissing off the Kings of Crescentwood Prep,” he continues, ignoring me and smiling smugly like he thinks it's a no-brainer that I’d sleep with him.
“No thanks,” I succinctly blurt, making a move to duck under his outstretched arm. He grabs my arm at the last second and pulls me into him, pushing me back up against the wall.
“No? I could make it real good for you babe.”
“I said no,” I state defiantly, putting on a brazen front and not letting him see how much he is getting to me.
I see the moment his switch flips and the monster inside him comes to the surface. His expression darkens, his eyes losing the glint of humour he had before.
“No one says no to me. I could have made it enjoyable for you, made you come so many times you’d be a soaking wet mess. Now, I’m going to take what I want,” he vows with an evil gleam in his eye.
This is the real Kurt. He’s fucking terrifying. As if I didn’t have enough to deal with, now I have to handle this entitled dickwad, who might just be my deranged note writer. Excellent.
I don’t know if it’s a relief to have a possible identity, or horrifying to know how unstable he is. This confrontation makes the notes so much more real now. I can’t continue ignoring them.
Before I can think too much about it, I lift my knee up quickly, jabbing him in the balls, causing him to release his hold on me as he doubles over, enabling me to get away. My hands are shaking and I just want to be done with this godforsaken party.
Hurriedly making my way out of the room, I continue to look for one of the girls. After another few minutes of not finding them, I grab ahold of some random girl as she passes by me, “Have you seen Alexis or one of her friends?” I ask, desperately hoping that what I’m beginning to think has happened hasn’t actually happened.
“Uh, yeah, I think they left a while ago. I saw them heading out to the car with a few guys. Guess someone’s getting lucky tonight, right?” She laughs before moving back into the crowd.
Fuck sake, they just left me here, so much for friends. Looks like Barrett was right, I can’t trust anyone here.
Deciding I can’t handle any more of the party, I wander down the steps and find a little patio area with a water feature off to one side, hidden amongst the shrubs, but still close enough to the other people loitering about outside that if Kurt came near me again I could scream for help.
I stand there for several long minutes, trying to get myself under control. What is it about this town that attracts psychotic nutjobs like Robert, sleazy pigs like Steven and whatever the fuck kind of wacko Kurt is?
After a while, my hands stop shaking and my stomach settles down, and I begin to feel more like myself. I need to get out of here. I’ve just lifted my phone out of the pocket in my dress – who doesn’t love dresses with pockets?! – to call Oliver for a ride when I notice a car I recognise idling at the bottom of the drive. No other cars are parked that far away from the house, and I haven’t seen anyone walk past me towards the bottom of the drive.
Moving away from the fountain, sticking to the shadows, and making my way slowly towards the car, I snatch a glimpse in through the passenger side window and see Aiden and Tyler sitting there, watching the party goers milling about outside. What were they doing here? Spying on me? Fuck me, I’ve just about had enough of all the males in this town.
Chapter 21
Istand and watch them as they sit in the car, chatting away to one another while they keep an eye on the front of the house, observing the people loitering around outside. They seem so at ease in this moment, caught off guard, looking more like two best friends about to go join their peers at a party, instead of two ruthless gang members doing a job for their domineering boss.