Beautiful Boxset: Beautiful Series, books 1-4

by Anderson, Lilliana

  “As over the top as claiming I forced her to have an abortion? Or telling everyone we’re related and in an incestuous relationship?”

  “Well, when you put it like that. No, I don’t think we went over the top at all.” She laughed, picking the crispy batter off a piece of fish. “Do you wish we’d gone to the formal?”

  “No Trina. I’d prefer sitting here with you any day.”

  We went quiet again for a while, staring out at the now glass like water.

  “Let’s go,” I told her when we'd finished eating. “We’ll go home and get changed. I’ll take you clubbing, so we can get smashed like you wanted.”

  She laughed and helped me roll up the remains of our food in the white butcher's paper. “That sounds like music to my ears.”

  I dropped Trina off at her house and went back to mine to get changed and call a taxi to take us to the train station. We had decided to go to one of the clubs in the city and only had about forty-five minutes before our train would arrive.

  I told Mum I’d be home at some ungodly hour and dashed out the door to the tune of her telling me that just because I was eighteen, didn’t mean I could do whatever I wanted. I smiled to myself, knowing that as long as I came home before the sun was up, she’d be fine.

  When I arrived at Trina’s, she was already dressed and waiting for me. “Whoa!” I whistled at her. She was wearing a fitted black dress that barely covered her arse and a pair of low strappy heels. She’d piled her hair up on her head and put a tiny bit of makeup on. “You look absolutely smoking hot, Trina.”

  “Just look after her, David. I’m not happy about her going out in that scrap of a thing she’s wearing,” her dad told me.

  “I’ll keep her safe, Mr Mahoney.”

  “Mr Mahoney,” he muttered. “I thought I told you to call me John?”

  I gave him a half smile. “Force of habit.”

  Outside, the taxi beeped to let us know it was there. Saying goodbye to her family, we rushed outside and started the hour and a half journey from where we lived to the city. The nightclubs close to home sucked, so the trip was worth it. We generally spent the train ride in drinking southern and coke out of a sports bottle, so we’d arrive slightly tipsy, anyway. Drinks were really expensive, and we were going out to dance and have fun, not waste time forcing our way up to the bar to drink enough to feel something.

  By the time we arrived at Town Hall station, we’d emptied the sports bottle and thrown it into the rubbish bin on the platform before continuing on our way.

  By the time we arrived at the Shark bar, the place was already jumping. The moment we entered was like being enveloped in an underwater cave. It was dark besides the flashing lights of the dance floor and the blue illumination of the fish tank and the bar lights.

  “One more before we dance?” I yelled into Trina’s ear as we moved towards the bar. She nodded and took my hand, following close behind me so we didn’t lose each other in the crowd.

  “Let’s do shots,” she yelled over the noise once we made it to the bar. She didn’t even wait for my answer before she yelled our order at the bartender, asking for six B-52s.

  Glancing at her, my eyebrows shot up in question, I placed my mouth near her ear. “Are you sure about this?”

  “We agreed to get hammered,” she yelled back.

  “We still have to make it home.”

  She laughed and rolled her eyes while I handed over some money.

  Picking up the first shot once they were set out, Trina handed one to me, tapping the plastic in cheers. “Drink up.”

  I held the shot to my lips, watching her as she downed hers quickly then reached for her second. Once again, she was holding mine out to me. “Drink!” she urged me again. “You’re falling behind.”

  I downed my shot, then took the second. Then the third, knocking them back one after the other. I was fairly tipsy from drinking the Southern on the train with the shots quickly mixing with what was already in my veins.

  Katrina let out a loud whoop and raised her hands above her head, swaying her body as she started to make her way to the dance floor. Following close behind her, I couldn’t help but laugh and feel glad we were out in this club instead of stuck with all the dickheads we went to school with.

  With the drink buzzing through my body and the music pulsing through the air, I started to let go. For hours, Trina and I danced among the crowd, slowly pressing closer and moving as one.

  Trina, me, dancing and alcohol were obviously a terrible mix. My heart thudded in my chest as my hands started to roam her body, pulling her closer. Our legs became intertwined as we swayed, her arms wrapped around my neck and mine around her waist. We were as close as we could get.

  I moved my head, desperately wanting our lips to brush. But when our eyes locked, there was something in hers that told me to stop.

  A slight sadness as she looked at my lips and then back into my eyes. “Is this going to be our tradition?” she said into my ear.

  “What is?”

  “You kiss me on the night of the formal then dump me in the morning?”

  “Trina, it’s not like that,” I told her, cupping her face in my hands and looking into her eyes. “It’s not like that.”

  “Don’t David. Don’t ruin what we have by going down this road again. You hurt me too much last time.”

  My mouth fell open as my hands dropped to my sides, and Trina turned and walked off the dance floor. For a moment I just stood there dumbstruck, feeling like an idiot for nearly kissing her again and bringing back the humiliating memories of the time before. Shit. I’m an arsehole.

  I kept watch as she moved through the crowd to the bathrooms, realising that she deserved far better than me. I was lucky enough to have her in my life, and I was a bastard who kept fucking that up.

  I spent the rest of the night watching over her as she danced with a group of girls she'd obviously met in the bathroom. They kept heading back to the bar and drinking. Eventually, Katrina caught the eye of some guy, and they danced together for a while before he walked her off the dance floor and into one of the darker areas of the night club.

  Knowing she was drunk and not wanting anything to happen to her, I moved to where I could see her better, fobbing off a few drunken girls who wanted to dance with me on my way.

  By the time I reached her, they were already all over each other. Despite understanding that I needed to back off, I was drunk as well, and watching her kissing and grope at another guy was like being kicked in the guts. I got her message loud and clear—she didn’t want me blurring the lines of our friendship. But, it didn’t mean watching what she was doing in front of me didn’t make me jealous as all hell.

  Walking up to them, I tapped her on the shoulder. “Trina, we need to go,” I said loudly.

  Breaking the kiss, she looked up at me, all glassy eyed.

  “Who the fuck are you? Her brother or something?” the guy she was with slurred.

  “Something like that. Come on, Trina,” I replied, pulling at her arm.

  “Leave me alone, David. Can’t you see I’m having fun with someone who actually wants me?” she yelled over the music, stumbling over her words with her thick and drunken tongue.

  “Please don’t do this,” I begged her. “Just come home with me.”

  “Hey mate, she said she doesn’t want to come with you,” the guy said, puffing up a little.

  Trina put her hand on his chest and stumbled towards me a little. “No, it’s fine. I’ll go.”

  “Whatever,” the guy spat, turning away and disappearing into the throng. I breathed a sigh of relief that it didn’t escalate beyond that and turned to Trina.

  She was really struggling to stand up properly, so I put my arm around her and walked her outside to get some fresh air and make our way to the train station.

  We got maybe ten metres away from the bar when she pushed at me feebly. “Let me go!” she complained.

  “Trina, you’re drunk. I’m trying to get
you home.”

  “Don’t act all nice like you care, David. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to like me since forever. But you don’t give a shit do you? You’d prefer to fuck bitches like Cassie instead of having something meaningful with me.” She jabbed a finger at her chest.

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told her, stopping with her as she leaned up against the wall of a building.

  “Yes I do, David. If you cared, you wouldn’t try to kiss me when you know you don’t want anything from me.”

  I placed my hands against the wall on either side of her head and leaned in close. “Maybe I do want something more with you, Trina. Maybe I’m scared that I’ll fuck it up and you’ll hate me. Have you ever considered that I care about you so much that the fear of losing you eats me up inside? I want you, Trina. I want you with everything I have. You are my world. My everything. If I fuck this up, I’ll have nothing. I can’t risk that. Don’t you understand?”

  For a moment, her eyes searched mine then all of a sudden, she sprang into action, crashing her mouth into mine and sliding her tongue inside my mouth while pulling at my hair. I responded with equal fervour, pressing my body against hers as her leg wrapped itself around my waist.

  I threaded my fingers through her hair as our tongues explored each other’s mouths, the alcohol in my veins dulling my senses just enough so I didn’t think of the consequences of what we were doing, or the fact that we were doing it on the side of the street in the middle of the city.

  We broke the kiss momentarily, pausing to look at each other and check that this was actually happening. Trina’s drunken eyes were slightly glazed as she smiled at me, then coughed and turned her head to the side and spewed all over the pavement.

  “Oh god,” I muttered, holding her up while I watched her heave repeatedly on the ground.

  “I feel sick,” she complained between retches.

  I rubbed her back. “I know, baby girl. I know.”

  “I need sleep.” She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall again. I did my best to clean her up and hold her upright. Shit. She’s drunker than I thought.

  “Come on, Trina. I’ll get you some water.” Sliding my arm around her waist to support her, I started to walk with her again to the station.

  Her body leaned fully into mine as she struggled to walk. “Where’s David?” she mumbled, as her head rolled into my shoulder. “I’m supposed to wait for David.”

  “I’m here, Trina. I’m taking you home.”

  “How far away is home?”

  “It’s not far, baby girl,” I murmured, feeling the weight of the evening settle in my gut. I’d finally had the guts to do something and mean it. But, she was too drunk to even remember what I said.

  On the train ride home, Trina passed out on my shoulder, I started to think it was a sign. Maybe we were never meant to be.

  Twelve

  Trina didn’t remember much about that night. She claimed the last thing she remembered was downing the shots then dancing. “Everything else is a blank,” she said, giving me a wan smile in her hung over state the next day.

  “Probably for the best,” I said, handing her a Berocca and a couple of Nurofen. “It got pretty messy.”

  Swallowing the pills followed by the orange liquid, she laid back on her pillow. “I feel messy.”

  “I should let you sleep then.” I leant down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll talk tomorrow when you’re feeling better.”

  Except we never did talk. Well, not about that night anyway. Trina never brought it up again, and I wasn’t about to remind her that I spilled my guts, told her how I felt in the most honest way possible before she threw up on the both of us. Destiny was obviously telling us something—quit blurring the lines.

  We fell into familiar patterns and our friendship seemed as strong as it ever was. I swore to never get drunk while dancing with Trina again, feeling the need to keep my wits about myself whenever she moved against me like that. At eighteen, clubbing was one of our favourite things to do. So, this new rule was an imperative addition to our boundaries, and it staved off the hangovers too. I was more than happy to stand by it.

  Since high school no longer took up my time, I pulled extra shifts at the supermarket, adding to my growing savings. It was earmarked for accommodation and uni fees in the coming year. A little stockpile of funds to pave my way to freedom. We were almost out of the western suburbs, away from the shackles of high school drama, on our way to bigger things. All we needed were our exam results and university acceptance letters to show up.

  On the day our Higher School Certificate results came in, Katrina came running over to my place and wanted to open them together. We sat across from each other and counted to three before ripping the envelope open and reading the contents to ourselves before swapping and reading each other’s.

  “Jesus David, what are you? Some kind of genius? You flogged me.” She beamed as she read over my results. “This is amazing. There’s no way you’ll miss out on Sydney Uni now. You did it.”

  “Your marks are great. You could still get in,” I said, hope in my words as I handed her back her results.

  She shook her head. “Not for Law. With this score, I only qualify for Law at UWS.”

  “It all depends on how many people apply. You could scrape in to Sydney. Or I might get knocked back. You never know.”

  With a smile, she placed her hand over mine. “You'll get in. I know you will. I’d love it if we both got into the same Uni, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

  “I think we’ll have to go to the same uni. With these marks, you’re gonna need me there so you can ride my big brain all the way to a finished degree.”

  “Get lost!” she gasped, laughing before she whacked me on the side of my head with the thick piece of cardboard that stopped the envelope from bending. I knew the moment I said it that I was going to get hit, so I was already braced for it, laughing in return. “You are the worst.” Whack.

  “Violence won’t solve your problems.” Whack. I laughed as she kept whacking me with the bit of board. “Only study and hard work.” Whack. With a swipe of my hand, I caught her wrist and snatched the card from her grip. “Oh, now you’re gonna get it,” I said, getting up to chase her as she jumped up squealing and ran out the front door of my house.

  “Don’t David.” With a huge grin on her face, she danced from side to side across one of the garden beds where I couldn’t reach her. I leant down and picked up the hose. “Don’t you dare,” she shrieked.

  I wiggled my brows then pulled the trigger, a jet of water that hit her straight in her face.

  “Argh!” She put her hands up to block the spray, trying to jump out of the way, laughing her head off as I continued to rain water down upon her. Finally, she sought shelter on the other side of my car and called, “I give up. I give up.”

  Walking around to her, I held up the end of the hose and pointed it at her. “Are you going to hit me over the head again?”

  “No, I promise,” she assured me, tapping the ground next to her to ask me to sit down. I complied, keeping a hold of the hose as I was slightly wary of retaliation. “It’s going to be OK if we don’t go to the same Uni, you know. If you get into Sydney, I want you to go. It’s the better school. And you’ve wanted to go there since we toured the campus. You’ll love it there.”

  “I guess.” I tossed the hose out of reach and straightened out my legs. “But this is the last few years of any sort of school we’ll do for the rest of our lives. I wouldn’t mind doing them with my best buddy.”

  She got up on her knees in front of me and placed her hands on my legs, looking at me seriously. “I mean it. If you get into Sydney, you need to go. We’ll still see each other. It’ll be fine.”

  “We'll see what happens first,” I said, looking out at the street.

  “David. You have to promise me.”

  “I’m not promising anything.”

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p; “You have to promise,” she insisted, giving me a stern look.

  “Or what?”

  “Or I won’t be your best friend anymore.” She sounded like a kindergartener.

  “How very grown up of you,” I said with a laugh.

  “Come on, David. You have to do what’s best for you. Promise me that.”

  “Fine. I promise.” That was easy to promise since being close to her was what was best for me.

  She gave me a triumphant grin. “Good. Because I don’t want to go to Uni with a drowned rat anyway.”

  “What?” I barely registered what was happening before a burst of water hit my face.

  With a devilish cackle, she stood back and continued to spray me until I was completely drenched. “That’s what you get,” she said when she was satisfied I was soaked through.

  I ran my tongue over my wet lips. “Little girl, you’re asking for a world of pain here.”

  “No, I’m not,” she yelped, dropping the hose on the ground and running down the street toward her house. I gave a half-hearted chase until she rounded the corner, then stopped, running a hand over my wet limbs as I listened to her laughter until it faded into the distance.

  Smiling, I shook my head. How am I supposed to leave that?

  With my decision made, I sloshed my way back home and pulled the pamphlet for Sydney uni out of my drawer. Without giving it another thought, I dropped it in the recycling bin. “UWS it is,” I said to myself.

  When the university acceptance letters came, I received two. One for Sydney Uni and one for UWS. As expected, Trina only got one. I didn’t even open the Sydney envelope and set it on fire instead. I wasn’t leaving her.

  Thirteen

  University was a whole other world. I loved that we were surrounded by like-minded people. There weren’t any cliques or hierarchies to contend with. Everyone was there to learn.

  Trina and I were both doing double degrees. Law was our primary focus. But, where she had chosen to do humanities, I had chosen to do commerce. We shared a couple of classes a week, but we weren’t together all the time. And the amount of study required was enormous. The library became my best friend.