Some Way

by Tiffany Jade

  Some Way

  Tiffany Jade

  Copyright © 2020 Tiffany Jade

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. For more information, address: tiffsjaded@gmail.com.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Epilogue

  From the Author

  Chapter 1

  “Where are we going?”

  “Hell, most likely.” I look over at my twin as he answers while turning a corner onto a poorly lit street.

  “No shit. But I meant tonight.” He says nothing to me as he continues on, but he’s got that dumb ass grin on his face he gets when he knows he’s about to piss me off. And sure enough…

  “Another frat party bro?” I glare at D as he pulls up in front of some dirty ass looking house with Greek letter flags thrown up around it.

  We had only been in town for two weeks and he had dragged me to enough frat parties to make me never want to step foot in another one again. Sure, it made finding girls easy, but my phone was already full of new one nighters, it was going to take me at least a month or two to cycle through them all.

  “Dude, free alcohol, hot chicks,” D chuckles as he gets out of the truck and motions for me to follow.

  Fuck.

  “I had a sure thing tonight headass,” I remind him as I catch up to him on the sidewalk. One of the girls that had given me their number last night had been sending me pics all day, she was currently at home waiting for me to show. I couldn’t remember her name but her pics were bangin'.

  “Fuck off bro, just come drink and then call her to come get you. If Dad is going to send us to California,” he shudders as he says the word, and like, same, “we should at least get to have some fun. Meet the locals and shit.” Dax grins at me as he reaches the door.

  “Who is she?”

  “Remember that Becky chick from last night?” he knows he’s busted and doesn’t even look ashamed.

  “Big tits, black hair?” I ask, the smell of cheap weed and alcohol hitting me as we enter.

  "That's the one!" He glances around as we begin walking through the house. I do the same. Same shit different party. Sweaty bodies, loud music, oh well looky there, a keg. I head over and grab us some cups and begin to fill them up.

  "How did you hear about this party?" I ask Dax as he looks around the crowd of people. The look he gives me answers my question before he even opens his mouth. "Really Bro? I thought we were here to ‘Have fun. Meet the locals.’ Whatever.” I thrust Dax’s cup towards him as I join him in a corner of the room.

  “We are just supposed to keep an eye out, some big shit is supposed to go down soon. Devlov’s son supposedly hangs out with this crew.” Dax glances down as he drops the last name on me.

  “Dad sent us to watch for fucking Devlov?!” D shushes me as my anger raises my voice.

  "Daaaaaaax," a sickening sweet voice croons. I roll my eyes as a clearly drunk Becky appears and wraps herself around D. He takes a drink from his cup and shoots me a look to shut up.

  Now knowing I'm supposed to be working I take in the crowd with fresh eyes. No one really standing out, but that's how it should be. The most dangerous ones in the room try to blend in. Dax and I sucked at that, but we couldn't help genetics.

  "Who are you guys?" A blonde jock looking type walks up to us, leading a group of equally jocky looking douches.

  "Grayson," I answer, lifting my cup up in greeting. I point over to my twin, "Daxon," he nods as they all look over at him.

  "Never seen you before," head douche says.

  "New in town, just looking for a good time, not trouble," Dax quickly steps in front of me, knowing my temper will not put up with too much, especially after the bomb he just dropped on me.

  "Well shit bro," blondie lightens up and the rest of the frat bros follow suit. "Aaron," he says pointing at himself, he begins to name off the rest of his crew as my eyes begin to wander. "You guys up for a game of beer pong?" he asks, grabbing my attention back.

  "Hell yeah!" D smiles. "Gray and I are undefeated," he tells him, Becky big tits grins up at him like he just admitted he saved starving puppies in his spare time.

  "Not for long," one of the douche crew pipes up with, "Aaron and his girl are undefeated around here." Aaron looks over at me as I finish off my cup and begin pouring myself another. Did I really just step into a God damn high school b-flick.

  "You down?" he asks, a little nervously I'd say. It's cool I'd be scared of my ass too.

  "Let's do it," I respond with a shrug. He claps me on the back.

  "Sweet! I'll grab you when my chick gets here," he informs me, I nod but as I'm about to turn I can't help but smirk as a girl walks by and Boyfriend Aaron smacks her on the ass. She turns and winks at him. "I'll be back boys," he announces as he goes to follow the girl who is clearly not 'his chick.' Well, alright then.

  His lips grazed my cheek as he greeted me at the door.

  “I knew you would come,” he teases in my ear as his hand lands on my waist and he guides me into the party. The familiar scent of his expensive cologne mingles with the smell of the vodka on his breathe and the lingering weed – and is that cheap perfume on his clothes?

  I force a smile. Accept the weight of his hands on my body. I was trying to play the role of good girlfriend but as our one year anniversary approached the fact that I still only had lukewarm feelings for him was becoming a harsh reality I was having a hard time ignoring.

  “Aaron! Liv! Get your asses in here! Let’s get this game started.” I could hear Aaron’s best friend, Max, calling us from the kitchen.

  “Game?” I ask, nodding at the random familiar faces as Aaron continues to guide me into the frat house.

  “They got beer pong set up!” he exclaims, “We’ve been waiting to see if you would show, we are still undefeated babe, gotta defend our title!” By his hyperactiveness on top of the smell, I’d say he’s already drank enough to not need to play drinking games. He proves me right as he stumbles a bit as we enter the kitchen.

  “Liv!” my best friend, Jenna, screams as her eyes land on me. She rushes over to wrap me up in a hug. I squeeze her back and smile. “Way to dress up,” she giggles as she lets me go and takes in my outfit. I’d been wearing the same thing when she’d left our apartment a couple of hours ago.

  I had not
been in the mood to go out tonight, but everyone had been texting and calling so much I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy my bad tv marathon anyway.

  So, here I was. Adidas joggers, oversized white hoodie and Converse, complete with messy ponytail. Jenna tugs on said ponytail.

  “I hate that you still look that hot without even trying,” her grin widens and doesn’t falter as she swats Aaron’s hand away when he tries to snake it back around my waist. “She’s mine for a minute bitch!” She shoots him a glare as he throws his hands up in surrender.

  “Fine!” he laughs as he takes a step back, “but hurry up, we’ve been challenged,” he nods over in the direction of the long table that has been set up with red cups in triangular patterns. He kisses me on the cheek and turns, I notice the faint smell of cheap perfume again as he walks away and starts joking around with everyone surrounding it.

  “What’s wrong?” Jenna whispers into my ear as I shake my head. I give her a confused look. “Oh don’t try it, I’ve been your bestie for too long, I can tell when something is up.” She grabs my hand as she pulls me into a corner of the room.

  She was right. We were in our senior year of high school when we met. She had just moved to L.A. from Nevada and her first day of school she ended up tripping and spilling her iced latte all over me. Her look of absolute terror had cracked me up and as we chatted in the bathroom while she tried to clean me up, we quickly became best friends. Now in our second year of college, we were still inseparable.

  “I’m just really not in the mood,” I tell her. She nods sympathetically. She, of course, already knows about my feelings for Aaron.

  Our relationship had started out just fine. I hadn’t been super into him but he had been persistent. Our mutual friends had told me to give him a chance and I had. When we had officially started dating everyone was happy for us. I had hoped my feelings would develop over time but the reality was, I just wasn’t happy, and I couldn’t figure out why.

  Aaron was definitely good looking. Classic jock looks made him quite the male specimen. His golden blonde hair, blue eyes, and built body had grabbed my attention. But without much going on in that pretty little head of his, I had become pretty bored pretty quickly.

  He was funny, if you were into thirteen year old boy locker room humor I guess. He took good care of me, well he spent a lot of time with me, but I doubt the boy even knew my favorite color. He was too busy checking himself out in the mirror, and in store windows, and in the reflection of my sunglasses… you get the point.

  “Babe!” Aaron’s voice slurs, loudly, across the room, interrupting my thoughts. “Let’s goooooo!” I glance over to see him standing with his arms spread and a beer in each hand. Jenna rolls her eyes and hands me her drink.

  “Here, you’re going to need this,” she smiles as I chug the contents of the cup without question. Jack and Coke, my favorite.

  “You take good care of me.” I tell her as I hand back the empty cup, the alcohol burning on its journey down to my stomach helps my mood lift a bit. If I'm going to have to spend my night pretending Aaron is as interesting as he thinks he is, I'm for sure going to need some alcoholic help. I force another smile on my face as I head towards the table.

  "There's my girl!" Aaron again, with his obnoxious buzzed loudness. I try to contain my eye roll as he wraps me up in a hug and spins me around. As he sets me down I grab one of the beers out of his hand and twist the cap off, quickly trying to add to my own buzz.

  "Alright losers, who's ready to get their asses handed to them?" I ask as I reach into one of the extra cups on the table and grab my ping pong ball.

  "Not us," a deep voice responds. I glance up in time to see two guys come through the crowd and step up to the table.

  Holy shit.

  My breath catches in my throat as my eyes are met across the table. Who the hell are these guys?

  I glance between the two but am quickly back to being focused on the one on the right. They are twins. My brain barely registers the fact as the slightly taller one holds my gaze.

  Over six feet of muscle, tattoos, and a smart ass grin. His chestnut brown hair is cut short on the sides but longer on top, the light catching little blonde highlights throughout the little flop he has going on. He has small black gauges in each ear that bring my attention to his jawline. A jawline that could probably cut a girl's finger if she got the chance to run her finger across it. His neck is covered in an elaborate tattoo, some of the design resembling a wing.

  After studying the delicate lines wrapping around his throat I meet his eyes again, which are focused on me. Tearing my eyes from his I take in the other twin. Also built and covered in tattoos, his hair is a little darker, cut in the same style just a touch longer on top. He gives me the same smirk.

  "You are about to lose that undefeated title, Princess," wing tattoo twin says with a wink.

  "Ooooooooh," the crowd in the kitchen all begin making noise at his statement. Aaron nudges me with his elbow, knocking me out of my trance. I look at him then back over to the twins. The room goes silent, waiting to see what happens.

  "Don't call me Princess," I calmly reply, blowing on my white pong ball, I look up at Wing Boy and shoot. It lands perfectly in their front cup. "I'm the Queen." I wink as all of my friends begin yelling.

  She caught my eye the second she walked in with that Aaron dude. He had been talking about her before she showed. He had disappeared with the girl from earlier and as he fixed his freshly fucked hair in one of the mirrors on the wall, I had caught moments of his conversation telling his friends how she would come, because he told her to. She always listened to him. That's why she was allowed to be his girl. Why he put up with her. Blah blah blah. Cocky fuck.

  She walked into the room in her sweats with her dark hair thrown up on her head and still was hotter than any other girl I'd ever seen. Her not giving a fuck attitude radiated off her. There was no way she did what he told her to do. I don't know why she was allowing him to be around her.

  "Alright losers, who's ready to get their asses handed to them," her voice rose above the chatter in the room. D looked over and nodded at me as we headed for the table. I felt some random bitches hands run across me as we pushed through the crowd. Nothing new there.

  "Not us," I couldn't stop the smirk on my face as I saw her intake of breath when her eyes landed on me. I had that effect on girls.

  "You are about to lose that undefeated title, Princess," I tell her, shooting her a wink. Aaron's dumbass elbows her, noticing she's focused on me. The shouts of their friends ring in my ears but quickly fade out, waiting for her to respond.

  Her eyes land back on me as she blows on the white ball in her hand. "Don't call me Princess," she smiles at me, fuck she's sexy. I watch as the ball flies from her fingers and can't help but be surprised when it lands perfectly in one of the cups. She hadn't even looked at it. "I'm the Queen," she winks at me.

  I want her.

  And I always get what I want.

  Chapter 2

  "What the fuck D?!" Wing Twin shouts as another one of 'D's' shots flies wide of the cups. Not sure how these boys were ever undefeated wherever they came from. Aaron starts laughing as our turn rolls around. He tries to pick me up in a hug, but for some reason the alcohol is making me even more annoyed with him instead of able to tolerate him, so I quickly try to turn my body and act like I didn't realize what he was trying to do. He gives me a weird look but still leans in and lands a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

  I glance up in time to see a smirk on Wing Twin's face. I grab my ball and get ready to take my last shot. The twins have four cups left on our side. We are down to one on theirs. If I can sink this, their redemption would suck, all four cups, no way, Wing is the only one who's made anything all game. I feel Aaron's hand land on my waist and he pulls me into him.

  "Come on babe, you got this," he whispers in my ear, his alcohol breath makes me cringe.

  "I can't do this if you don't let me go," I tell him, clearly anno
yed. He is either too drunk to notice my attitude or doesn't care because he doesn't let me go. I push against him but he hangs on.

  "Hey bro, I think she wants you to let her go," Wing's deep voice penetrates the noise surrounding us. He's glaring at Aaron. Aaron's head shoots up to look at him.

  "Excuse me?" Aaron demands, "I think I can touch MY GIRL, whenever I want to." He pulls me closer into him as the room gets quiet. Everyone stares as the tension builds. Wing stands up straighter and crosses his arms across his chest. The black tee he is wearing pulls tight and accentuates the fact that his arms and chest are huge. D puts his hands on his brother’s shoulder and starts whispering in his ear. Everyone stays silent. Wing uncrosses his arms.

  "It's all good bro," D starts talking. "He just meant she wants you to let her go so she can shoot, you guys are really kicking our ass," D tries to diffuse the situation jokingly.

  "Yeah Aaron," I mutter, "I just need my arms free so we can win, ok?" I turn towards Aaron and give him a small smile. He glances around and notices that everyone is frozen, watching us. He loosens his grip on me and lets me go. I step to the side a bit. Looking back up at Wing I notice his jaw clenching as he continues to keep his eyes on Aaron. He finally looks over at me and the corner of his mouth twitches slightly. I'm not sure what’s going on, but I know I need to end this game and get my ass out of here.

  I shake my head to clear my thoughts and make my shot. Not surprisingly, it goes right in. Everyone in the room starts yelling and being rowdy again. Aaron turns to all of his friends and lets their praise run over him. While he's distracted, I take the opportunity to sneak out of the room. Redemption be damned, I'm done. I head into the living room, and pull out my phone to get a ride home.

  She sinks the last shot, but I'm too pissed to care either way. I don't know why. She's not my girl. Not my problem. It's the alcohol or some shit. I look over at D and see he's already got his tongue down Becky's throat.