Copyright © 2011 Kirsty Moseley
**** Please read my notes at the end about an R version if you’re interested!***
Twenty minutes later she came skipping back up the stairs, looking unbelievable in a little denim skirt, ankle boots with a stiletto heel and pale blue shirt. She had the top few buttons undone and it made my heart speed up a little.
“Hey, Stud!” she chirped, smiling.
“Hey. All ready to go?” I asked, trying to check her out discreetly.
She caught me looking and giggled, “You prefer the uniform I bet, right?” she asked, smirking at me.
I laughed “Well actually, I was just trying to work out if you were still wearing those little shorts,” I teased, raising an eyebrow at her, trying to look sexy. Yeah way to go Jamie, you just made yourself look like pervert asshole, good job! What the hell was it with this girl that made me so freaking perverted and horny?
She stepped up close to me, I could smell her perfume and it was driving me wild. “Well you had better hope that Stacey and Paul make up quickly so we can hang out,” she purred, looking at me through her eyelashes.
She turned to walk off towards the exit, so I grabbed her hand, making her stop. “You look beautiful, Ellie. That’s what I was actually thinking, and what I should have said,” I admitted sheepishly.
She blushed again, “Seriously Jamie, you don’t need to keep up with these corny lines all the time. These booty calls are good for me too, you don’t need to flatter me to get some,” she giggled, rolling her eyes. Damn, she thinks these are just lines to get her into bed? Wow, this Mark guy must not have treated her that nicely if she thinks that’s all I want from her.
I sighed and she tugged on my hand, making me walk. I smiled happily when she didn’t let go, so I intertwined our fingers. “So, how many people will go to the party?” I asked, grinning proudly that I was holding her hand in public, even though there was no one around to see. Maybe that’s why she did it, and she’d act cold and distant at the party in front of her friends. She had an image to uphold and I didn’t really fit that, the banged up bad boy.
“Almost the whole senior year goes, and any others that tag along.” She shrugged.
Wow, big party. “Is Mark going?” I asked casually.
She turned her nose up, “Yeah probably. He’s star of the field, he’s expected to go, the same as I am,” she huffed, sounding annoyed about it.
“Do you have to go because you’re head cheerleader?” I asked, wanting to know more about her life at the school.
“Yeah kind of, it’s like a job I guess, a lot of things are expected of me.” She shrugged and then frowned as she spoke again. “Mark was ok with you when I left, right? I felt awful just walking off and leaving you with him like that.” She looked at me apologetically, brushing her thumb over my knuckles lightly.
I smiled remembering his threat, “He was fine. He walked off right after you did,” I lied.
She smiled, “Good, I was worried. I’m really sorry,” she said, wincing slightly. I lead her over to my truck and opened the passenger door for her, waiting for her to climb in. “Thanks. If you don’t want to drive then we could go back to mine and get my car. I could drive and drop you home after the party, that way you can drink. I don’t mind driving,” she suggested.
“I’ll drive, it’s fine,” I protested, shrugging and closing the door after her. I didn’t mind not drinking tonight anyway, so I could keep an eye on her asshole ex-boyfriend. I had a feeling he’d be getting drunk and would probably start trouble or something tonight.
We chatted easily as she directed me out of town. We headed down a country lane and I honestly had no idea where we were. I stopped outside a pair of huge wrought iron gates, this place was absolutely huge. It looked more like a hotel than a house.
|Sean Faris||as Jamie|
|Ashley simpson||as Ellie|
|Sean Bean||as Brett|
|Hayden Christensen||as Mark|
|Marcia Cross||as Ruth (Ellie's mum)|
|Jason Bateman||as Michael (Ellie's dad)|
|Dave Annable||as Ray|
|Trey Songz||as Dodger|
|Ryan Phillippe||as Terry|