How to Survive a Reckless Boy

Chapter 3 - You Really Know How To Move

"Damn dude, that girl you told me about from back in England seemed wild." Pete slowed the car down to make a right turn and a grand house became visible ahead.

Miles shook his head in the front seat. "She was wild alright. You should've heard what she did when I—"

"Ew, shut the hell up, Miles! I don't want to hear about your petty hook ups!" Eliana exasperatedly yelled. "Show some respect for your sister."

My cheeks burned—something they sure seemed to have done a lot since a few hours back—and I was grateful for the darkness surrounding us. The way these boys spoke was unlike anything I had ever heard and I silently thanked my best friend for interrupting.

"What?" Miles scoffed. "Stop listening then."

"Are you fucking serious?" she scowled. "I just think it's disrespectful and tacky talking like that in front of your sister and her best friend."

Miles turned around to face us and he smirked as he noticed my distressed state. "Are we making you uncomfortable?"

"Not at all." I gulped and forced myself to meet his impish stare.

A round of very filthy words to describe the situation he had been in with this English girl left his mouth. Even though I wanted to open the car door and throw myself out of the running vehicle, I stayed put without moving a muscle. His sister did not.

"Miles!" she loudly screeched and smacked the side of his head. "I am still your sister and this is the uttermost disgusting thing I've ever had to listen to!"

Luckily enough, the car soon stopped and the two boys got out. Eliana turned to me and tugged at a strand of my hair. "I know he can be blunt and foul-mouthed, nothing has changed there, but please just ignore him. Don't let it ruin this night."

I meekly nodded and let myself out, appreciating the fresh air reaching my lungs. Eliana knew I didn't have much experience in the whole sex department and for the first time I wondered if it was obvious to everyone else, too. Did I really appear that innocent?

"Come on, girls. Better get inside with us. You never know what kind of creeps might be lurking in the bushes," Pete said and waved us forward.

Eliana grabbed her vodka bottle in one hand and put her other around my waist. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Promise you'll tell me if you want to leave."

"Okay," I said and smiled at her, happy she understood my hesitation.

As we entered the house, I looked around with widened eyes. So this was what a real party looked like. Naturally, I'd seen a lot of movies where college parties occurred but it was completely different experiencing it in real life.

The huge house, or rather mansion, had been completely remodeled in honor of tonight's event. Long pieces of dark cloth hung down from the windows, obscuring the view from both sides. The main room was dimly lit and various lamps were installed in the ceiling; bathing everything and everyone in all the colors of the rainbow.

Music was pounding from the speakers in the corner and I could even spot a makeshift bar. Bottles after bottles lined up mixed with different kinds of sodas and juices. People crowded the table in hopes of getting a drink.

"Miles Cortez!" a loud voice exclaimed and we all turned to the source. "Is that really you?"

A broad-shouldered guy pushed through the hordes and grinned widely as he threw his arm around Miles' shoulders.

"Evan," Miles greeted with an equally big grin. "You've surely outdone yourself this time."

"What can I say? It's not every day your former best friend returns after years of absence," Evan said and nodded hello to Pete before his curious eyes landed on Eliana and me. "And who are these pretty ladies?"