Her mouth is still so close to mine, neither of us moving, and her eyes searching mine.
“Why do you keep finding me, Neil?” She asks. “Why are you asking about my love life? And why are you in this washroom with me?”
All valid questions and yet none I want to answer. Her lips brush against mine and then she’s reaching behind me to unlock the door, opening it suddenly.
“Get out, Neil.” She snarls and turns her back on me.
Her sudden change in demeanor snaps me out of whatever hold her venom had on me, and I do exactly what she says, slamming the door behind me. I wish I could just slap the shit out of myself right now because I have no explanation for why I let her do these things to me. I fucking hate her.
I look around and Amelia is standing with a group of girls, Veronica is in the center. They really do resemble the fucking Mean Girls as they glare at everyone around them. I’m happy she’s not being bullied but if I find out she’s bullying anyone, I will be just as pissed.
I hear the washroom door open behind me and the strong scent of marijuana circles once again around my head. I hear a loud fake laugh come from the kitchen and see Riley hanging off a guy's arm. He looks like a footballer, tall and wide.
“Who’s down for a game of suck and blow?” She calls out, her gaze zeroes in on Ivy.
Ivy pushes past me and into the kitchen, “down.” She states and hops up onto the island, plopping her ass there and swinging her legs.
I walk into the kitchen and Amelia and her group of Mean Girls rushes by giggling. I’m not playing this juvenile game but I’m not leaving my sister here and risking some guy taking advantage of her.
I watch as Riley pulls a credit card out of her purse and sucks it against her mouth. Ivy turns slightly and watches her, looking uninterested as her girlfriend-or is it ex now?-turns to the guy beside her. The guy leans forward and just as he’s about to suck the card from her mouth, Riley lets it go and crushes her mouth into his. I roll my eyes at the obvious attempt to make Ivy jealous but I can see it doesn’t work. She watches uninterestedly as the two suck each other’s face off.
The guy finally detaches himself from Riley’s clutches with a chuckle and picks up the card, sucking it to his mouth. He leans over to Ivy on the island and she leans forward to suck the card, only the fucking loser plays the same dumb move Riley did, and drops the card. Instead of getting a kiss, Ivy shoves him back, and rolls her eyes. I exhale relief and once again want to slap the shit out of myself for it, I don’t care who she kisses.
She picks up the card, holds it to her mouth, and suctions it on. Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she hops down from the table and starts in my direction. My heart picks up and I feel myself hardening at the thought of her invading my space, maybe fucking dropping that card. I’m surprised when she bypasses me and stands in front of Amelia.
Amelia blushes a bright red, giggles, and slowly leans forward. I’m holding my breath, my hands steadily curling into fists, and my teeth clench tight. Why is she involving my sister?
Just as my sister’s lips touch the card, Ivy reaches up and pulls the card out from between them, throwing it to the floor. The next second her lips are on Amelia’s and she’s crowding her against the wall. Ivy’s hands slap the wall by my sister’s head and Amelia’s hands land on Ivy’s ass.
I’m momentarily shocked as I hear Amelia moan and her fingers grip into Ivy’s ass. What the fuck? I’m broken from my shock as Riley comes across the kitchen, a scream erupting from her mouth as she grabs Ivy’s hair, pulling her off Amelia. Ivy begins to laugh maniacally as she slaps Riley’s hands off of her and licks her lips.
“Baby Jones,” she purrs. “Your kisses are like pure sin.”
“Get out of my house!” Riley screams at no one in particular but I take that opportunity to do just that.
I grab my sister’s hand and haul her towards the front door.
“No wait, Neil.” Amelia tugs on her hand.
“We’re leaving.” I snap.
Anger pulses through my body and I can’t really figure out who it’s for. My sister who just devoured the set of lips I’ve always wondered about or the fact that Ivy blatantly acted like I didn’t exist. Fuck, maybe a mixture of both.
We get outside and I drag her to the car, she’s long since stopped trying to fight me, and instead lets me push her in the passenger side. I get in the car and look at her.
She has her head down and is staring at her nails, clearly avoiding me.
“What the fuck was that?” My voice vibrates.
“A kiss?” She looks at me, her eyes widening on my face. “Are you mad?”
“Why the fuck are you kissing Ivy Greene, Amelia?”
“Because I like her.” She sounds small.
“Okay?” I throw my hands up, “but kissing her?”
“I like her.”
Oh fuck.
I fucked up.
I know Amelia Jones has been crushing on me for a few weeks now and I’ve ignored it for a few reasons. One, I was dating Riley, or at least trying to. Two, she’s young and I couldn’t be too sure how she was feeling, and three, Charlotte. She reminded me too much of her sister and I wanted none of it.
But I fucked that all up tonight.
She’s been watching me and Riley for weeks. Riley would pick me up at school and Amelia would be there, Riley would come bring me lunch, and I would catch Amelia staring. I could see she was
