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by Emily Snow


  “You were no good to be around.”

  If reality were real, that’s what it would have said to me. It would have scolded me for doing what I used to do for my mom. I didn’t deserve friends. I remember when I made a friend in elementary school. Her name was Teresa Talon and she wore pigtails every single day. She was a brunette with bright brown eyes and extremely tan skin. I met her during one of our recesses and we immediately became buddies.

  One night, Teresa asked me to come to her house for a sleepover. I told my mom and she said I could, but only if I came back with something valuable. By valuable she meant I had to come back home with something worth a lot of money. Something she could pawn for some extra cash.

  Let’s just say after the sleepover, I could never play with Teresa again. I could never see her, hang with her on the playground—I couldn’t even set my eyes in her direction. Those were her mom’s commands. I was placed in another class and never saw Teresa again.

  “OH MY GOD!” one of the girls squealed, snapping me out of my daze. “There’s Gage Grendel! Oh my God, look at him! He’s so fucking hot!”

  I rolled my eyes because if she knew how Gage really was, her pants wouldn’t have been so hot. Gage came down the hall in black jeans and a white T-shirt with black Arabic print on it. When he saw the cluster of girls bouncing up and down for him, he revealed a low, lazy smile and kept moving forward.

  As soon as he was a step away, the security guards stepped in place so the girls wouldn’t trample him. “Gage! Please sign this!” one of the girls screamed, holding out a poster and a Sharpie.

  “Gage, I have something even better.” One of the girls with bright pink hair pulled out her tit and held out a Sharpie. The security guards’ eyes widened as they stared down, but they kept their arms folded and the girls back. Gage chuckled, as if it were nothing to him, and signed her tit. Gross.

  “How’s that?” he winked at her.

  “Thanks, Gage,” she said, aiming to sound seductive. I snorted a laugh.

  Gage continued signing things for the group of girls and soon each band member joined him. Roy didn’t stay as long as the others and I couldn’t help but watch him nearly sneak out the exit door. He was one who didn’t like to be seen at all. I had the urge to go after him, but I didn’t. I couldn’t afford to be nosey and I definitely didn’t want to follow after him and witness him beheading a poor kitten or a harmless turtle.

  “All right, ladies. Time for the boys to get going,” one of the security guards said, pushing the girls back. “Come on. Out the door you go.” He grunted, aiming to keep one of them back. The other rushed forward to help get them out and when the door had shut, they both sighed, staring at one another, their heads shaking. “I swear it’s like a fucking zoo every time.” One of them chuckled.

  “It’s the damn wild,” the other added as they walked down the hall.

  “So let me guess…” I sighed, pushing from the sofa. Deed, Montana, and Gage turned quickly to look at me. It was like they just noticed I was around. “You’re going to the club again tonight?”

  “Oh, no, Miss Eliza,” Montana said, shaking his head. “Tonight we’ll be hitting a house party. It’s going to be epic. Tons of other famous people will be there.”

  I raised my eyebrows. Yet again, I was stuck with the band. Ben had taken the keys to the bus and my only ride was with them. I knew he did it on purpose, but he acted like it was an accident when I’d called him about it. I could hear him trying to conceal his snickering while on the phone.

  I looked down at my clothes. Pink shorts and a solid grey T-shirt. I definitely wasn’t suited for a house party—let alone a party where a ton of famous people were going to be. FireNine was already too much for me.

  “Do you think your driver will drop me off somewhere else before you get there?” I asked.

  “Uh, hell no,” Deed snapped. “We aren’t making any stops. We’re going straight there. Gah, who let the girl tag along?” I couldn’t see his eyes beneath his sunglasses, but I knew for sure they were upset.

  “I don’t have to go. I was just—”

  “No,” Gage said, interrupting me. “You’re worried about your attire, but you look fine, Ellie.”

  “I just… I’d rather have something better on,” I murmured.

  “Oh, great.” Deed threw his hands in the air. I was sure his eyes rolled along with it.

  “Deed, cut her some fucking slack.” Montana frowned at him. “The fuck is your problem anyway?”

  “She’s my fucking problem!” he barked. I flinched, blinking rapidly. “She’s not even supposed to be with the band. If she doesn’t know what we do after shows or even how to dress, she shouldn’t be tagging along.”

  And just like that, I wanted to snap. Deed’s attitude pissed me all the way off. I could have blown him up on the spot. I could have smacked his stupid sunglasses away from his eyes and showed the boys his black eye. I could have done so much… but I held off. My hands had balled into fists, but I loosened them, realizing I was turning into the Eliza I no longer wanted to be. I couldn’t let it happen. I had to let it go. He wasn’t worth it.

  I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold my tongue for long so I turned quickly and rushed down the hall.

  “Shit,” Montana hissed. “Why the fuck would you say that to her?”

  “Eliza,” Gage called at the same time. For a moment, I thought I caught a hint of sympathy behind his voice.

  I ignored both of them, though.

  I pushed out the exit door and as soon as it was shut behind me, hot tears burned my eyes. I had to cool off. I had to remain calm. I had to tell myself over and over again he wasn’t worth it, but I swore if it were five or six years ago, I would have blown up on him. I used to be ruthless. Reckless. I had to fight for myself so much and sometimes the girls were way bigger than Deed. I should have busted his lip for his attitude. A part of me was proud for walking away from something that could have turned deadly and ended the tour for them completely.

  I drew in a deep breath, taking a slow look around the parking lot. Besides the black truck I knew was meant for the boys to ride in and the miscellaneous cars scattered about, there was absolutely nothing around. The night was young and the moon was high in the sky. The stars twinkled and a soft breeze blew by, allowing me to inhale deeply.

  The door of the stadium burst open behind me and I turned around, spotting Gage coming out first, Montana right behind him. Deed was last to come out and I knew he was glaring at me, even beneath his sunglasses. I could almost make out what was really beneath them. Aggravation. Frustration. Anger. A black eye.

  “Eliza, are you okay?” Gage asked, meeting up to me.

  “I’m fine.”

  He blinked, taking a step back to get a clear look of my face. “You aren’t going to cry, are you?” he asked. “I don’t know how I would handle you… crying.”

  “I’m fine, Gage. Just go away. It’s not like you care.” He frowned, looking me over a dozen times before settling on my eyes again. His eyes then softened and he was fixing his lips to say something, but before he did, Montana hustled forward, his eyes remorseful.

  “Sorry,” Montana apologized. “Deed’s a fucking asshole. Don’t take the shit he says to heart.”

  I sighed, looking from Montana to Deed, who was climbing into the front seat of the truck.

  “Montana, can we talk for a sec?” Gage asked, taking a few steps back while gesturing Montana to come his way.

  I watched as the boys took a few more steps toward the truck while whispering to one another. Montana kept stealing glances at me as Gage hooked an arm around his shoulder, still muttering something I couldn’t make out.

  “All right, man.” Montana capped Gage’s shoulder. “See you there.” Montana quickly hopped into the truck, shut the door behind him, and then they pulled off.

  I frowned as Gage watched them leave before he turned around to look at me, his fingertips in his front pockets.

 
; “What the hell? Are they coming back?” I asked.

  “No. We’re going to meet them there.”

  I frowned. “Why?”

  “You want something better to wear, right? There’s an outlet right around the corner. I’ll even buy the clothes for you.”

  I shook my head. “Gage—no. I could have just gone somewhere else,” I said, looking down at my clothes.

  “Ellie, if Ben left you with us, you’re sticking with us. We aren’t letting you go somewhere else. If you wanna look more presentable, I’ll take you to get dolled up.” He winked. “I don’t mind.”

  “Gage—”

  “Come on.” He insisted, cocking his head to his right, his elbow held out for me to hook my arm through. I wanted to tell him no. I wanted to tell him to call Montana and get them to come back… but his smile was too much. It was simple and sweet, yet deadly. It was mesmerizing, causing effortless butterflies to flutter around the pit of my stomach.

  “Okay, but if I’m going with you, promise me one thing,” I said, hooking my arm through his cautiously.

  “What’s that?”

  “Try not to leave me standing around alone like Montana did. I don’t wanna look stupid there.”

  He laughed, running a hand through his tousled hair as we stepped ahead for the sidewalk. “I’ll be sure to stick by your side tonight, Sweet Ellie.”

  They may have stretched the truth a little about there being a ton of famous people. There were a few around, but it was more random drunk girls and guys than anyone else. It kind of took me off guard that the first thing I saw when stepping into the house was a girl vomiting grievously into a flowerpot.

  “Would you like a drink?” Gage asked into my ear.

  “Uh…” I stared around, debating on whether a drink was safe or not. “Sure, why not?” I shrugged.

  He held out his hand and surprisingly I took it. It happened without thought, though. I didn’t want to lose him through the crowd and I couldn’t afford to be left alone… Lies.

  Gage pushed through the mass, the rave lights flickering above. They danced off the walls, reflected off of the shimmering sweat within the crowd. The atmosphere was thick, hype. Some people were so close to one another they could’ve passed as Siamese twins.

  Gage finally reached the kitchen, which was even more congested, and stopped to look around for the drinks. As soon as he found them on the island counter, he told me to stay put until he came back. I leaned against the wall, but a couple was making out right beside me and I took a leap back, frowning as I watched their tongues slide in and out of one another’s mouths.

  I noticed a few people standing on the patio, blowing thick puffs of smoke. Among the crowd was Montana with his mohawk slicked back again. His eyes were lower and lazier than usual and a girl was glued to his hip, his arm around her. Her hand was on his chest and she giggled a little too dramatically whenever he said something. I was more than certain she wasn’t going to be giggling within the next twelve hours when Montana kicked her off the tour bus.

  Gage finally returned with two plastic yellow cups and handed me one. “What’s to drink tonight?” I asked, standing on my toes to get near his ear. I could hardly hear myself over the music, but he managed to hear what I said.

  “Tequila.” He winked. “Can’t forget the salt and lime.” He held out two limes and I took one. He then dipped his finger into his cup of tequila and ran it across his hand. He sprinkled salt onto it and then looked at me. “Before each shot, lick the salt away. After each one, suck the lime.”

  I nodded, sort of eager to try it, as I swiped liquid across the top of my hand and then sprinkled it with salt. I licked the salt away, took a sip of the tequila, and the liquid was strong—way stronger than the vodka from the club—but I kept it down and sucked my lime right after.

  “Looks like you’ll need a few more limes.” Gage chuckled, observing my shriveled lime slice.

  I nodded my head, my face puckering. “Yeah,” I breathed. “Most likely.”

  Gage went back to grab a few more limes and with a few gasps and puckered faces, we finally finished our cups of tequila. It had to equal out to about three shots. The woozy feeling I caught was automatic. I couldn’t believe how much of an amateur I was. I’d gotten drunk that fast while Gage seemed perfectly fine.

  “Are you okay?” He laughed.

  I grabbed his arm, nodding quickly while aiming to steady myself. “Fine. Maybe we should go dance?” Woops. That couldn’t have been me. Had I really asked that? I laughed at the thought and at myself for asking Gage to dance.

  Chuckling, Gage placed a hand against the small of my back and his touch alone caused my skin to tingle. He grabbed my hand before stepping through the crowd. As we pushed through, I found out why everyone was having so much fun and why the crowd was so wild. Everything looked so different. Who knew tequila could get someone out of it so fast? I’d heard many things about tequila (mainly from my mom and her husband), but I never believed anything they said about it. They tried to force me to drink it once. Since then, I’ve hated alcohol, but this… drinking with Gage was… different.

  We finally hit the middle of the dance floor and Gage turned around quickly, pulling me against him as a few people jumped up and down and bumped against us. His fingers inched along my spine, running down to my hips. Gage had bought me a purple dress that revealed a bit of cleavage and legs. It was short, but he begged me to wear it, and since he was the one buying it, I gave in. I couldn’t really complain much. I guess if I wanted to fit in with the boys, I had to start getting used to wearing less clothing.

  The pace of the music picked up. It was techno with a heavy dub-step bass. I turned around willingly and buried my hips between his. I don’t know whether he grunted or said something, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to hear anything. I just wanted to party.

  His hands found their way to my waist and he pulled me closer to him. I wanted to dance then. As one of his hands moved up my stomach, the other down my thigh, I nearly melted. I was panting, grinning, and I didn’t even know it. I was enjoying myself. This wasn’t like the club. This was better because there were fewer lights and more people. I couldn’t be seen as easily. I could actually be free without being watched or judged. Everyone was in their own little world.

  Gage leaned forward, his rock-hard chest pressing against my back. He pulled my hair away to place his lips behind my ear and I brought my arms back, hooking them around his neck to keep him close. “Damn, Ellie,” he murmured, causing my legs to lock just a bit. His bedroom voice heated my core. It was my motivation to keep going—to keep pressing against the thick, hard muscle in his pants. He kissed me behind the ear and my head rolled to the side. “God, I want you so much.”

  I smirked as he whispered in my ear. He had no idea how much or how long I’d wanted him, too. Even though he’d pissed me off to the extreme within the past forty-eight hours, I was starting to forget about it. I was having fun and there didn’t need to be any hostility between us, so I dropped all anger and frustration. I decided to just go with it.

  We continued dancing and soon sweat built up between us. It was getting sticky, hot, and heavy, but I didn’t mind it one bit. With the people dancing around me, I couldn’t seem to focus. I couldn’t seem to do anything else outside of dancing, grinding, and moving against Gage. I wanted him to feel it all—to at least crave me like I craved every part of him.

  “Do you think there’re any open bedrooms in here?” I asked, spinning in Gage’s arms. I was talking before thinking—which was bad—but a part of me wanted to take a risk. I wanted to see what it would be like to be in a room alone with Gage Grendel.

  He grinned down at me and I bit my bottom lip. “I don’t know, but we can try looking for one.”

  I nodded and he took my hand in his and pushed through the crowd. A staircase came into view and he went for it. I didn’t know how the hell I was going to make it up those stairs feeling as lightheaded as I did, but I didn’
t care. I would have let him carry me if it came to that.

  Surprisingly, I managed to make it up. The music seemed to follow us upstairs, but we didn’t stop rushing ahead. Gage hissed some mild profanity beneath his breath when he saw none of the bedrooms were available. I was about to tell him never mind and to just go back to the dance floor, but before I could, he jerked me forward and rushed into one of the last rooms available.

  The door slammed behind us and as soon as we were inside, he pressed against me, not even hesitating to wrap his arms around me. I laced my arms around his neck and he groaned, kissing the hollow of mine while picking me up to wrap my legs around him. We fell on the bed, but he didn’t pull away from me.

  He continued kissing my neck, trailing down to my chest and then the curve of my breasts. My panting increased as he came up to my lips and looked down at me, the moonlight shining on his face through the curtains. What is he waiting on? His lips were so close. We were so close. I could feel his cock throbbing through his pants, ready to take me. At that moment, I would have let him because I wasn’t me. I wasn’t in my right state of mind; therefore I didn’t care much. I would have most likely regretted it the next day, but that was the now. Nothing outside of it mattered. Tomorrow didn’t matter. The next hour didn’t matter. All that mattered was what was sparking between us, the music blasting from downstairs, and his lips barely brushing mine.

  Then, finally, Gage’s lips crushed mine. I moaned, hooking my arms around his neck as he pushed up and cupped my waist to bring me to the middle of the bed. He tasted good. He felt good against me. His breathing was rigid and sounded almost painful, but he didn’t stop. I knew he was having a hard time controlling himself because I definitely was. I wanted this to happen.

  One of his hands crept beneath my dress to pull my panties down, the other cupping my breast.

  And then he added something else to the kiss. Something smooth, wet, and laced with tequila.

  His tongue.

  Oh God, his tongue. It sent me into overdrive. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I wanted to rip all my clothes off for him. I wanted to let my tongue play with his for the entire night. I wanted to taste him until I couldn’t taste anymore. He sank between my legs, his cock digging into me and causing me to moan.

 

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