“PIZZA’S READY!” I screamed towards the door.
About 10 seconds later, the hungry posse filed in and went for the pizza.
“Nate, is that pepperoni in your hand?” Drake asks, a smug look on his face as he looked at Nate who had a mouthful of pizza and looked like he had been caught masturbating.
After a few seconds, he shrugs.
“Its food, I could eat my own face right now.” He dismisses Drake quickly, shoving the entire slice in his mouth and chewing like a wild animal.
I was related to that…
“Marvellous recipe here Mia.” Jimmy commented, saluting me with a slice of pizza.
I laughed at him, taking another tray full of garlic bread out of the oven and placing it on the counter.
We had managed to escape in the store earlier due to Lacey’s fire alarm stunt. Clearly the staff there have never practiced any fire drill because as soon as the alarm went off everyone started screaming and darting towards the door, giving Drake a chance to wheel the trolley (with me still in it) to the car and tip the entire contents of it in the trunk (yes, with me still in it)
We made a pretty hefty getaway, and once we got back to the house we were greeted by Jimmy and Luke sat outside our house waiting for us to get home.
They were both good friends of Drake and Nate’s, all four of them were on the football team when they were back at school and they were pretty much exactly the same considering every single one of them thought they were a shiny gift wrapped package sent down from God himself.
I did however notice Drake’s pissed off face when they greeted each other. Jimmy and Luke looked a little guilty, and I was confused as to why there was so much hostility between these guys when they were so close back at school.
Then it got explained to me when Drake made the remark that his genes made physically impossible to keep to himself.
“Oh so you’re both alive? I figured since you visited me a grand total of 3 times the entire time I was inside you were both run down by an 18 wheeler truck.”
Both Jimmy and Luke looked at the ground, clearly feeling guilty about it, and after a few apologies from them Drake just dismissed it and got on with it. Apparently guys do not hold grudges like us females, because if I was Drake I sure as hell would not have let it go. They were meant to be his friends and they didn’t even visit him in prison.
I don’t know if it’s ‘cos girls naturally cause more drama or whether it was because nothing really got to Drake so it was easy for him to get over this.
But anyway, an hour later all the boys were getting along like a house on fire; I took it upon myself to cook the food as I did not trust any of those apes with items that I had to digest into my body.
Not even Lacey. I have seen that girl try and make scrambled eggs and throw the entire egg in the pan. Un-cracked.
Since it was nice and hot outside, the lads also took it upon themselves to declare that we all had to get our swimming suits on cos we were having a pool day. I did kick up a fuss, but when I noticed Nate by the blender making margaritas, who was I to disagree with them.
The downside of this however is that there were currently 3 hot guys walking around my house in nothing but swimming trunks showing off their god like bodies and telling everyone who laid eyes on them ‘yes ladies, we work out.’
Lacey would say 4 hot guys, but my brother did not count to me obviously. The one that did count was his best friend however, because holy crap on a cracker, I think I almost passed out when he came downstairs after putting on a pair of Nate’s white Nike swimming trunks.
My eyes widened slightly as I took him in, and I actually choked on my margarita. That did not go unnoticed by him considering the smirk he was sporting as I tried my hardest not to die.
Death from hot guys and alcohol. What a way to go.
He was literally as hot as freaking lava. His body was sculpted perfectly, his arms were muscled to perfection, not too much but not too little, his shoulder were broad and his tattoos were now completely uncovered so I could hear them screaming clearly ‘Lick me Mia, Lick me!’
They almost covered both arms, and I also noticed he had a gun tattooed on his hip, giving the impression it was tucked into his swimming trunks. I saw another one for a brief second as he adjusted his trunks just on his abdomen, but it was too small to see clearly.
Well, that wasn’t going to annoy me at all.
Anyway, we were currently eating stolen possessions and Jimmy headed to the alcohol on the counter and began making cocktails, thinking he was Tom Cruz or something and started flipping the shaker thing like a douchebag.
He was hot you can’t deny it, but he was more in a cute way. He was probably my favourite out of Nate’s friends (I suppose this statistic does not include Drake, as annoying as that is to admit) he had such an adorable face, his hair was dark and his big grey eyes always mad you feel comfortable.
Luke was also hot, easy to get along with and a massive example of why having and older brother with his friends around all the time is always a benefit for a teenage girl. He was tall, broad shouldered and had a smile that makes girls fall to their knees. Literally. Seriously I love the guy and all, but he was a slut.
Actually, they all were. No wonder they got along so well.
“Did you just put Vodka, Tequila and chocolate milkshake all in the same cup?” Lacey asked Jimmy in horror, and he looked back at us with a proud smile.
“Just something I want to try out. If you guys approve this could make it into the Carter’s bar tender’s bible.” He replied, and the guys laughed while Lacey and I were a little queasy at the thought of actually having to try this.
Jimmy worked in the same bar that Nate works in, and he takes his job seriously. According to him, alcohol was not just a drink, it was a passion.
At the minute as I looked at the brownish gunk he was pouring in a cup, I decided it was not only a passion, but a sure way to make me throw up today for the second time.
“Don’t worry if you’re going to barf the path to the sink is clear.” Drake leaned in and whispered to me, almost reading my thoughts.
I glared at his amused face, and then suddenly the cups were on the counter and Jimmy was looking at us with anticipation to try his creation.
Luke was the first to pick the cup up and without a word he took a massive gulp of it. He swallowed, his face like stone as he thought about what he had just tasted.
“It tastes like a prostate exam.” He finally concluded, before taking another drink of it “But waste not want not I suppose.”
I shook my head in amusement before taking a cup. With a deep breath, I shut my eyes and held my nose as I took a gulp of it.
Yep, definitely a prostate exam.
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“Nathaniel David Hastings, I swear on my breasts if you take one step closer to me I will go Hannibal on your ass!” Lacey threatened, her finger pointed at Nate as she slowly backed away.
Nate has a mischievous grin on his face as he looked at her. It didn’t go unnoticed that he was checking her out in her blue bikini. Pervert.
“Lace, we both know you need to cool down so I'm just giving you a little push.” He explained, taking a couple of steps closer and therefor unleashing holy hell.
He was like stalking his prey, both of them moving slowly and never taking their eyes off each other. Then, just as Nate lunged forward Lacey turned and ran for dear life.
Unfortunately, Lacey is not quite as sporty as my football playing brother so it took about 4.3 seconds for him to finally catch up with her, wrapping his arms around her bare stomach and picking her clear off the ground like a feather. He walked towards the pool as Lacey was screaming blue murder.
“GERANIMOOO!” Nate yelled with a laugh as he threw both himself and Lacey into the pool.
I shook my head with a laugh, taking another drink of the strawberry dacory that Jimmy had made. One of his more delicious cocktails considering I was on my 3rd already.
My mother would be so proud looking down on her binge drinking daughter.
Lacey and Nate resurfaced, Nate was laughing and Lacey barely took one breath before she was on him, splashing him with water and calling him every name under the sun. I could tell she wasn’t really angry though because she was smiling. He finally managed to restrain her, and I noticed him wrap and arm around her waist and pull her to him slightly in the water. They were both smiling at each other, saying nothing but their eyes locked and I could tell they were doing that thing where it was just them two, completely oblivious to their surroundings.
I saw his eyes flicker down to her lips, and his head lean in slightly. That’s when I looked away. Fair enough I found them cute, but I did not want to see my brother making out with anyone. Much less my best friend.
I looked at Jimmy, Luke and Drake all in the pool throwing a football around. Luke was clearly excited because he had just invited a couple of girls around so they had some entertainment by the end of the night.
Now I'm no psychic but I can already tell you what’s going to happen. These girls are going to bring a few people, who are going to tell a few people and that including the people Jimmy is going to ring later and the rest of the football team, we should have a full house in around 2-3 hours.
It’s Saturday night and naturally since me and my brother had a free house the majority of the time, this was the place everyone expected the party to be thrown.
I got up off the sun lounger I was on, pulling my sleeveless superman top a little further down. I had only a bikini on underneath but I suddenly felt a little self-conscious as I realised I was going to have a house full of drunken boys and girls in a little while.
I walked through the sliding doors and into the living room. Since I wasn’t going to be able to have a quiet night and was going to have my space invaded pretty soon, I figured I may as well eat as much of the food as I can before it gets devoured by these pigs.
I threw myself back onto the sofa, leaning on the table and digging my way through the boxes and packets of food until I found exactly what I was after. We hadn’t put anything in the fridge which is probably a sure way to food poisoning. We just sort of dumped all the stolen food on the coffee table and forgot about it.
I took the chocolate fudge cake out of the box, keeping it in the container it was already in and leaned over the table to grab the whipped cream can. I must have literally put half the can of whipped cream on the cake before sprinkling the top with a hand full of smarties.
I found a spoon in the pit of food, and leaned back with a happy sigh as I stared at my creation, which could probably stop my heart rate and give me heart failure.
I suddenly got an image of walking in to the Biggest Loser gym with this in my hand and watching the contestants staring at it with drool at the side of their mouths’ and their postures ready to pounce like a hungry vampire. I'm talking about the proper vampires, like Blade, not Edward.
I laughed to myself realising how funny that could actually be. I made a mental note to Google where the Biggest Loser gym is just in case I got really bored one night.
I had managed to shovel down one spoon full of the stuff before my alone time was interrupted.
“Jesus Mimi, how are you not fat?” Drake asks, looking at the cake in my hand with his eyes wide. He must literally think I'm a pig. The fact that I haven’t even bothered taking the cake out of the container doesn’t really help me in this situation.
“Sex.” I simply reply, having another mouthful.
“Fair point. Care to work out now?” He asked innocently, a small smirk at the side of his mouth.
“Cant. Eating.” I spoke through a mouth full of chocolate and whipped cream, and he laughed at how classy I must look right now.
He threw himself on the sofa next to me, putting his feet on the coffee table and getting comfortable.
“That really is the best exercise. I guarantee if they just forced the guys off the Biggest Loser to just fuck all the time, the weight would fall off like that.” Drake snapped his fingers, and I was actually amazed that he had just brought up the Biggest Loser so much so I actually stopped eating for a second to look at him in amazement.
Did he read my freaking mind or something?
“I was literally just thinking about the Biggest Loser.” I tell him in shock.
He nodded seriously “Thinking about where you can apply?”
I elbowed him in the shoulder, causing him to laugh before getting even more comfortable next to me, putting an arm on the back of the sofa behind me. I looked at him warningly, and he just smiled back innocently.
I went back to my cake.
“Why aren’t you outside waiting for the sluts to arrive?” I asked him, mouth still full of food.
He shrugged slightly “Didn’t really fancy watching Lacey and Nate make out in the pool, and Jimmy and Luke were arguing about who gets first dibs on some brunette they invited over. So strangely enough, I figured I’d come talk to you.”
“There was me thinking you’d be stashing condoms in every corner of the house for when the girls did get here.”
He grinned “Did that this morning.”
I laughed slightly, before I saw the glint in his eye and realised he may or may not be joking.
“I swear if I find a rubber in the family album, I will deep throat you with it.” I warned him, and he just laughed in reply.
“Don’t worry, I’ll use them before you’d have to come across them.” He reassured me.
“That’s so caring of you.”
“I know I'm a sweetheart.”
I laughed slightly, before turning to him and pointing with my spoon.
“Tell me something Drippy…”I began, watching him scowl at me but taking no notice “…You’ve literally just come out of prison. Why are you so freaking chirpy?”
His eyes were on me, and a genuine smile came to his lips at my question.
“When you’ve spent the last 2 years of your life being locked up with people who hate you, wanna either molest you or kill you and being away from the people you love, the moment you get out you are so happy you’d wanna do a fucking backflip.” Drake explained, and I actually felt a little sympathy for him “I’ve done all the depressive stuff in the last 2 years; I'm out now so screw depression. I wanna have fun.”
I smiled back at him, completely understanding what he meant.
Well, not in the same way obviously. I have never been to prison (with my track record there is a slight worry that this won’t be for long) but I knew what he meant about getting out of something and just wanting to forget about it and have fun.
When I was with Garry I had a good time yeah, but after we split up I was devastated. When I had some time to get over it all I wanted to do was make up for the year that I was with him. Drink myself blind, hook up with guys and just have a good time like young people should do. You're only young once after all, do the stuff you're going to regret now and get it out of the way.
“I know what you mean.” I tell him
“Been to prison lately?” He asked sarcastically.
I thought for a minute before raising a brow ironically “Well, not the actual place but I was in a relationship for a year.”
He let out a quick laugh “Touché. I think I would have rather been in a cell than in a committed relationship.”
“Well of course you would, you don’t even wanna be in the same bed with a girl after you screw her let alone in a relationship.”
He nods in agreement “Exactly. It would be like being chained to the freaking bed. And not in a good way.”
I bit back a laugh, not wanting to encourage him in any way.
“You never did tell me why you two split up.” He reminds me, his eyes curious.
“Well it’s not for the reason that you said.” I tell him, remembering when he provoked Garry by saying something about him sleeping with his pet or his sister. The thing that was funny about that was that Garry didn’t have a sister, but he did have a dog called Ralph.
I hope for Ralph’s sake Drake was wrong…
“So what reason was it?” Drake did not fall for the change in subject.
I turned back to the cake and scooped up another load on the spoon, thinking to myself. I finally turned back to Drake.
“Why did you get sent to prison?” I challenged. Why should I share if he wasn’t going to?
He raised a brow “So, this is a case of I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”
I nodded once “And not in the fun way.”
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but his eyes were staring straight into mine and I could tell he was thinking. After what felt like ages, his eyes pulled away from me and onto the cake in my hand.
“That still looks disgusting.” He finally spoke, and I shook my head slightly pissed off that he was not going to show me his.
Okay, that did not sound good…
I knew Drake had a thing about telling anyone the truth about why he got put in prison, considering the only person I knew that knew was my brother and he refused to budge. But turns out Drakey boy was still not in the sharing mood.
I went along with the subject change.
“It taste like heaven in a bowl you scrotum.” I reply back viciously, I think a little pissed he was insulting my cake and also a little pissed that he didn’t trust me enough to tell me.
Then again, why should he trust me?
I haven’t spoken to him in two years, fair enough we basically grew up together but I was his best friends little sister. I suppose we were friends, but we weren’t that close. He didn’t owe me anything. Which also meant I didn’t owe him squat either.
Nice arrangement.
“It looks like cholesterol in a bowl.” He commented, scrunching his nose as he looked at the bowl.
“Try it before you judge it.” I take a spoonful of it and lift it closer to his face. He backs his head away scrunching his brows together as if I just pointed a knife to his face. I roll my eyes “Don’t be a baby just try it!”
“No way in hell I’ll be on the toilet for a week.” He was still backing his head away as my spoon came closer. I laughed slightly as he was moving his head from left to right trying to dodge it.
“Try it!” I demanded again through a laugh, and this time I didn’t let him back away. With my other hand I went to his side where I knew for a fact Drake was ticklish. He instantly opened his mouth to shriek, and I took my opportunity and shoved the spoon in almost knocking his two front teeth out.
He closed his eyes in disgust and was just about to spit it out, when suddenly he stopped, opened his eyes and chewed the cake. After a few seconds of pure silence, I saw him swallow the spoonful.
“That is actually delicious.” His voice sounded surprised; even he couldn’t believe he was saying this.
I gave him a smug smile “HA! I told you! Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”
He nodded “I’ll give you that one, you were right.”
My smug smile was still on my face, and then it suddenly dropped as I got a little nervous. Drake had turned his head to me, his expression devious.
“But you did force that spoon in my mouth without my consent.” He says seriously, before his eyes locked on mine “You spoon raped me Hastings.”
I let out a snort of laughter, before pressing my lips together and putting the cake on the table. I had a feeling things were about to get messy and I did not want the cake to be collateral damage.
I leaned back on the sofa, and he took his arm from the back of it and sat up slightly, leaning forward and grabbing a cheese puff out of the open packet on the table. He popped one in his mouth, and I watched him cautiously.
“Don’t fuck with a branded man Mimi.” And with that, he grabbed the can of whipped cream from the table and before I had a chance to get on my feet and run he grabbed my Superman top and pulled me back down.
I started screaming and thrashing from under him, trying not to laugh as he pressed his weight on top of me and I had to admit, it was like having a wall on top of you. A topless hot wall. I tried to break free but even I knew it was no hope. I was also getting a little self-conscious considering my top was rising up and my bikini bottoms were in clear view.
“DRAKE!” I screamed as I saw his hand come at my face with the can in his hand. He was laughing as well as he squirted the cream around my mouth.
Hahahahahahaha. Even at times like these I can make anything dirty.
The WHIPPED cream went into my mouth, and I was laughing so I was making sure it sprayed back on his face. It was basically everywhere by this point, in the side of my hair, down my neck, on his forehead.
Squirting cream can get messy.
I really need help.
I managed to free my hand from under his stone hard chest, naked chest. I mean seriously I think this guy is literally made out of concrete, and with my now free hand I grabbed his whipped cream wielding arm, wrapped it around his wrist and struggled to get it away from my face.
Suddenly, I heard a bang on the floor as the can of whipped cream dropped from his hand, and he had manoeuvred his hand so it was now wrapped around my wrist, pinning it on the sofa next to me.
I stopped thrashing and was breathing heavily, a few laughs still escaping my lips.
He was still smiling, only now his eyes were locked on mine as he pressed his body a little harder against mine. Naked top half of his body. Have I mentioned he was naked from the waist up?
I actually found myself swallowing to keep myself from chocking on my own saliva in shock.
That would have been embarrassing.
The only sound around the room was me trying to catch my breath. And probably my freaking heartbeat at it tried to break out of my chest. He cocked his head slightly, his eyes dipping from my stare and gazing at my lips for a few seconds.
My lips automatically parted, as much as my mind was calling me a traitor hoe, they still parted.
Damn, you know it’s wrong when even you are yelling at yourself mentally.
His head lowered slightly and pretty soon there was pretty much a non-existent distance between his face and mine.
I knew how kissing worked. I didn’t mean to sound like a whore, but I had done it plenty of times. As you know it’s coming, the moment the guys about to go in for the kill (or the girl depending how confident you are, and if you are, respect to you) you close your eyes and just feel it.
But by the God of me I could not bring myself to close my eyes and stop looking at him. What the hell was happening to me and my sanity?
He inched his face even closer to the point where I thought my stomach was going to turn completely upside down with anticipation and my rib cage was going to break cos my heartbeat sounded like a 70’s porn star pumping into his co-star.
Just as his lips were meant to connect with mine, he suddenly tilted his head and full on used his tongue to lap up the whipped cream on my chin and cheek.
My eyes widened in surprised, I scrunched my brows in disgust at the saliva but I also found myself gritting my teeth in anger.
And people say a girl is a prick tease.
This guy was a vagina tease.
He licked another blob of the stuff off my neck, before lifting his head and looking at me with a teasing grin.
I suddenly felt his hand stroking down the side of my bare leg, squeezing my thigh slightly in his hand.
“Don’t toy with a convict Mia.” He breathed against my skin.
I suddenly felt a surge of anger ride through my body. Apparently I don’t like being teased. Not in the banter way, but in the way that actually turns me on to the point where I was ready to let him show me his superman.
“Drake…” My voice was a whisper, and he tiled his head taking in my voice and his lids again lowered. I smiled slightly “…Don’t toy with an aggressive woman.”
And with the can of whipped cream I had recovered off the floor, I smacked him around the head with it.
Yeah, I really didn’t like vagina teasers.
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A/N: so, why didnt Drake want to go along with the game of 'i'll show you mine if you show me yours?' (and not the fun version) Power to Mia, she really hates vagina teasers.
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