Alexis;
Plastic cups were tossed to the dirt already, careless and noisy whenever the soles of my boots crushed them. Seems to me like everyone here was young and eager, bored or not legal.
Convincing Nonna to let me go didn't take any convincing at all. She reminded me to say no to drugs, avoid unprotected sex, and also to pull up my shirt because my cleavage is making itself a..."whore."
Not that my skin fit skeleton shirt could forgive the stares I got from unknown eyes. It was not the fault of my attire, but simply the reason that no one has seen me around before.
Myra walked beside me, digging her fingertips into my arm as she fervently dragged me to the ice and alcoholic beverages stand.
"Does anyone ever worry the police could show up at any moment?" I asked Myra as she just finished asking for two red solo cups of probably beer.
The dark-haired girl shrugged her shoulders, as if the thought was not a very big one.
"Nothing we're doing is legal, though here it seems to feel as if it is. Not that no one's worried, it's that everyone is busy happily prancing around with something exciting to blabber around about," she explained to me briefly. "I never understood the purpose for secluding alcohol from us. We always get our hands on it, courtesy of the pastor's daughter, too."
I slightly laughed. Myra reached behind her for the two cups, motioning me to grab the one she has asked for just for me. I simply took it, stared, and thought nothing too much of it. Maybe there wasn't poison in it.
The liquid never soothed my throat, rather burned it and continued to discomfort my empty stomach. It tasted like something fruity, yet lit with intoxication.
"Imagine when the pastor finds out his daughter sleeps with most of the town and even distributes the alcohol," I breathed out, almost in awe that all of this seems to be completely oblivious to many of the adults. One of them not being my grandmother.
Myra sipped her drink and chuckled against the rim. "Oh god, the whole town would be on night watch. We have a curfew, but really, when does anyone follow their curfew?"
"I don't know. But it surely isn't a priority in this place," I murmured, eyes scanning the scene before me.
A couple of cars were parked, group of people here and there. Even ones with books held to their faces appeared, munching on something legal while others smoked something twice as illegal.
"I guess you could say that. None of us are really bad kids. We just do what feels fun," she told me, eyes searching for someone in the crowd.
My eyebrows furrowed. "Who are you looking for?"
"Bryan. His birthday party is tomorrow and I want to make sure he's aware I'm coming so he better not invite Holland or I'll break his arm." Myra sighed, the focus of her attention simply on this one guy she seems to really like.
My lips turned into an amused smile, eyebrows remaining furrowed from my slight confusion.
"Why his arm? And who's Holland?" I questioned her slowly.
With slight frustration, Myra said, "Holland is some girl who can't seem to know the policies of dibs. We were friends up until she threw a greasy, french fry in my face and called me a slimy whore."
Dibs. They were probably fighting over this Bryan guy, which I most likely would expect to be the total package because why else would these two girls want him? Unless I've misjudged the situation and Bryan is wealthy.
"Who is Bryan anyway?"
"The sweetest, hottest, and most breathtaking guy in town," Myra gushed happily.
And as she said so, my eyes fell upon Harry. His loose, just trimmed curls pushed back from his face. Pink lips curved into a smirk as he approached his wide group of friends. Patting backs, genuinely laughing, and definitely looking so alluring in a pair of ripped jeans, a worn out band shirt, and a pair of boots.
"I can't agree with you on that," I breathed.
My fingers practically crushed the plastic cup in my hands. My toes curled with excitement and my lip trapped itself between my teeth. All while my eyes welled up with want.
Myra frowned and looked at my distracted self beside her. "What --..." her eyes fell upon the guy I was staring at. She immediately became amused. "Oh," she breathed. "Alexis has a little summer love already?"
I nearly forgot to answer her. I forced my eyes away from him and looked down at the ruined, crushed plastic in my hand with little liquid left inside of it.
"It's not. He's just really --"
"He's looking at you," Myra sang, eyes staring down at me with humor and somewhat a bit of happiness for me.
A hand rose to cover over my heated cheek. "Oh God, is he really looking?"
"Oh yeah. And he's taking his time, that's for sure," she laughed, peeking glances at him before returning her attention to me. "He even licked his lips."
I almost did a little foot hop and placed a hand over my chest, just picturing his tongue sliding across his plump, soft looking pink lips. Pale green eyes slowly traveling down my figure.
My heart was hammering, and I was acting like a love sick school girl with maybe no brain and little experience.
Myra laughed as she continued to tell me what he was doing. "Lip. Biting. Wow." She whispered, chuckling when I let out a sigh.
"I'm going to need a paramedic," I muttered.
"You definitely are because he just left his friends and he is walking over here!" She exclaimed.
At the realization that I would be face to face with him again, I inhaled sharply and quickly asked, "Do I look okay? This shirt isn't too tight right? Right?! And the shorts...the damn shorts," I blabbered aimlessly.
Myra placed her hands on my shoulder, quietly said to me, "Relax. Your ass looks peachy and he'll totally be tempted to touch that fruit. And the shirt is just great. Now I'm going to just..." She trailed off, rapidly jogging away from me.
I frowned. "Myra! Wait!" I called after her in a breath. She didn't bother turning around.
"There's my luck charm." I heard a voice say behind me. That damn near heart-attack-giving piece of shit. I was almost upset over it.
I turned around and was immediately faced with that humorous smirk and that heavenly dimple on his left cheek. With my heart in my throat, I managed to choke out, "Hey."
Harry dug his hands into his pockets. His eyes found mine, bottom lip between his teeth. And I think I lost a lung in the moment he said, "You look really beautiful. As usual."
My mouth moved on its own. "Oh...uh thanks. You do too," I said, then after realizing what I said, I was too late because he was totally laughing at me by now. I stammered, "Oh, crap. That's uh...n-not what I was going for."
Harry chuckled and I tried to resist the urge to blush out of embarrassment.
"You're so cute," is all he said, with a shake of his head. This time I did blush, and very furiously. I watched his hand as he reached for mine, and in comparison to his I had such baby hands. He nudged his head to a direction and said, "C'mon, I'll introduce you to my friends before the race."
I bit my lip as he gazed at me, squeezing my hand and leading me to his group of very noisy, eager friends.
"Guys," Harry called as we approached them. Dark-haired guy, blonde, brown haired and another with darker hair and brown, puppy dog eyes. They all turned to Harry, soon realizing the girl he stood next to.
"This is Alexis." He told them, and unfortunately he let go of my hand.
"Hello, Alexis. I'm Liam." He politely introduced himself, stretching out his arms to offer me a hug. I didn't deny him an embrace. His brown eyes were somewhat comforting and he looked sweet with that little smile on his face. He looked like a happy person.
"Zayn," the dark-haired one said, waving his hand lazily. "I like your skeleton shirt," he complimented.
"Thanks," I smiled.
"Louis Tomlinson the First as in the first to blow your mind," the brown-haired, blue-eyed one cockily teased, showing off a bright, humorous grin on his part. I softly laughed when he bowed.
Harry stood there with a scoff plastered on his face, head shaking as if completely expecting all of this behavior from his friends.
"I should have apologized sooner for this one," Harry whispered into my ear, his hot breath giving me chills, but I managed to smile in return.
The blonde one was the last to speak up. "Save the best for last, everyone. Look out because here comes the Horan train," he announced. His baby blue eyes made contact with mine. "I'm Niall."
"It's nice to meet you guys," I tried the polite card, seeing as it was really hard for me to be rude to someone without overthinking.
Harry was going to speak up until a skinny red-head with freckles dotted across her cheeks squeezed between the group and announced, "Guys, Ben broke his arm and he can't race tonight."
"What? Are you kidding me?" Louis sighed, seemingly disappointed.
The redhead shrugged. "Sorry, fellas. Find someone else then?"
Louis pressed his lips together. "Okay, thanks Charlie."
She soon exited. Harry ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head and muttering, "Well there goes all the planning."
"Not quite," Niall smirked. "You can always race against me."
Harry's pale green eyes seemed to brighten as he lowly teased, "It wouldn't be much of a competition."
Niall was silent as the group erupted in snickers and "oohs". He squinted his eyes and said. "I'll let you have your moment of glory. Only because you're trying to impress the girl."
It was set. Harry eagerly rubbed his hands together before they shook on it. By this time, a crowd was gathering around them.
"Okay," Louis announced loudly, placing a hand on Niall's shoulder and the other on Harry's. "Safe race, boys. No purposely enforced damage and certainly no meddling on the rugged parts of the track. Keep it clean, just like your ass."
"Well I hope you keep your ass clean," he added after, causing the crowd to laugh. His eyes wrinkled a bit at the way he grinned so happily. He was a people's person. Humorous and out going.
Niall was the first to get his car. Before Harry had left to get his own, he turned to me and gazed down. He licked his lips and murmured, "Stay here instead, and watch me win for you."
"Okay," I softly said, feeling like a shy small girl when he smirked and turned away from me.
Seat belts on, rear mirrors in place, and engines roaring. Myra giggled and found a place standing next to me, a perfect side view of Harry's car. She grabbed my arm and gushed, "How'd it go?"
I grinned and whispered, "He complimented me, introduced me to his friends. Nothing too big."
"Says the girl who looked like a tomato salad from just feet away," she remarked teasingly.
She shushed when I playfully slapped her shoulder. Harry was smirking from inside his car, windows down as he leaned back into his seat. His eyes were briefly searching for mine, and when he found them he winked and enjoyed my reaction.
His jaw looked so sexy from this angle.
Myra laughed beside me. Zayn was standing beside me, and I'm certain he saw everything because he teases, "He takes winking to another level. He's so dreamy!" His voice went so high.
Liam beside him gushed, "Oh gosh, Zayn, I'm so not stable! What perfection! Look at those eyes!"
"And those curls," Zayn continued his banter, a hand on his chest. I laughed at them with Myra, really enjoying the way they were making things seemingly less awkward.
The redhead, Charlie, stood in front of both cars, between them at a safe distance. She smirked and shifted her weight from one hip to the other. Their engines roared and I saw Harry's smirk widen, eager to get driving.
When her hand flew down, the wheels burned and the dirt beneath them powdered into the air. The crowd cheered, already making predictions.
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