people then.
Chapter 8
Arsen
Past
“Hey, wait up!” I ran across the snowy street to catch up with Val. It was the first time I'd been able to catch her since the party last weekend. She didn't even look over when I finally reached her, she was definitely still pissed at me.
“What do you want, Arsen?” Val's tone was colder than the early winter air.
“Listen, that party. I didn't think you'd show, so I said the hell with it and got all fucked up. And I—” Shit, why was this so hard? I never felt the need to apologize to anyone before, but knowing Val was mad at me has been eating me alive. It was all I thought about.
“Ah, hell.” I grabbed her hand, stopping and turning her to face me. I took a short breath and just said it. “I'm sorry, Val. I was a real dick to you.”
Her frozen frown melted a bit at the apology, but she wasn't as over it as I'd hoped. I'd really hurt her. She hadn't worn anything bold and attention grabbing since that party, I’d really fucked up her confidence.
“I got you something,” I said, watching her blue eyes fill with cautious curiosity. I shrugged my bag off my shoulder and opened it.
“Did you seriously steal me those gross beers from the party?”
“Yeah, but that's for us—” I shot her a sly look. “After you forgive me.” She forced down a smile, but her softening eyes gave her away. “This is what I got you.”
Behind the beer was a mismatched bouquet of obviously plucked flowers. They were a little crushed from the beer and were wrapped together in a few paper towels. I handed it to her and watched the last stubborn bit of anger fade from her face.
“Where— How did you find fresh flowers in November?” Val was awestruck. I wished I could steal that look from her and keep it with me.
“Blow off school with me today.” I held up my Dad's truck keys.
“What? I can't do that!”
“Why not? It's not like you're gonna miss anything. It's the day before Thanksgiving break, half the kids at school have already started vacation. Marcus has an in-ground Jacuzzi behind his guest house.”
“Yeah, and?” Val was too innocent to make the connection. It was adorable.
“He gave me the code to get in last night, riiiiiiiiight before he left for California with his family.” The corner of my mouth pitched into a mischievous smile.
“You're crazy!” Val's eyes flashed, she laughed nervously.
“I owe you a good first party experience, just you an me. No one will fuck with us, trust me.”
“No way! I can't! I don't even have my swim suit.” Val resisted, but I could see that it sounded interesting to her. She just wanted to be convinced.
“It's cool,” I gave her a look that promised her it was a good idea. I couldn't wait to see her soaking wet. “I made sure not to bring mine either.”
Present.
It was hours later when Val finally arrived at my car. She originally gave me shit about taking my own car, because the muscle car look was 'too passé.' I laughed in her face and told her that my sixty-nine Mustang never goes out of style.
Val looked exhausted from all the surface level conversation and social niceties. She opened the passenger door and slipped and fell into the back seat, like a fish that flopped out of its tank. “Your stupid, overcompensation-machine needs a back door.”
“You got it all backwards, Movie star.” I turned the key over, starting the car with a rumbling roar. White-hot power radiated from the engine, putting all the other sport cars and status symbols in the parking lot to shame. “My massive cock, is overcompensating for my car.”
“Prove it,” Val muttered beneath her breath. She was bold when she was drunk. I was still mad at her, but that didn't make me want to tear that pussy up any less.
“Say that again,” I dared her, meeting her gaze in the rear view mirror. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, making the leather creak. She bit her lip at the corner, and
Chapter 8
Arsen
Past
“Hey, wait up!” I ran across the snowy street to catch up with Val. It was the first time I'd been able to catch her since the party last weekend. She didn't even look over when I finally reached her, she was definitely still pissed at me.
“What do you want, Arsen?” Val's tone was colder than the early winter air.
“Listen, that party. I didn't think you'd show, so I said the hell with it and got all fucked up. And I—” Shit, why was this so hard? I never felt the need to apologize to anyone before, but knowing Val was mad at me has been eating me alive. It was all I thought about.
“Ah, hell.” I grabbed her hand, stopping and turning her to face me. I took a short breath and just said it. “I'm sorry, Val. I was a real dick to you.”
Her frozen frown melted a bit at the apology, but she wasn't as over it as I'd hoped. I'd really hurt her. She hadn't worn anything bold and attention grabbing since that party, I’d really fucked up her confidence.
“I got you something,” I said, watching her blue eyes fill with cautious curiosity. I shrugged my bag off my shoulder and opened it.
“Did you seriously steal me those gross beers from the party?”
“Yeah, but that's for us—” I shot her a sly look. “After you forgive me.” She forced down a smile, but her softening eyes gave her away. “This is what I got you.”
Behind the beer was a mismatched bouquet of obviously plucked flowers. They were a little crushed from the beer and were wrapped together in a few paper towels. I handed it to her and watched the last stubborn bit of anger fade from her face.
“Where— How did you find fresh flowers in November?” Val was awestruck. I wished I could steal that look from her and keep it with me.
“Blow off school with me today.” I held up my Dad's truck keys.
“What? I can't do that!”
“Why not? It's not like you're gonna miss anything. It's the day before Thanksgiving break, half the kids at school have already started vacation. Marcus has an in-ground Jacuzzi behind his guest house.”
“Yeah, and?” Val was too innocent to make the connection. It was adorable.
“He gave me the code to get in last night, riiiiiiiiight before he left for California with his family.” The corner of my mouth pitched into a mischievous smile.
“You're crazy!” Val's eyes flashed, she laughed nervously.
“I owe you a good first party experience, just you an me. No one will fuck with us, trust me.”
“No way! I can't! I don't even have my swim suit.” Val resisted, but I could see that it sounded interesting to her. She just wanted to be convinced.
“It's cool,” I gave her a look that promised her it was a good idea. I couldn't wait to see her soaking wet. “I made sure not to bring mine either.”
Present.
It was hours later when Val finally arrived at my car. She originally gave me shit about taking my own car, because the muscle car look was 'too passé.' I laughed in her face and told her that my sixty-nine Mustang never goes out of style.
Val looked exhausted from all the surface level conversation and social niceties. She opened the passenger door and slipped and fell into the back seat, like a fish that flopped out of its tank. “Your stupid, overcompensation-machine needs a back door.”
“You got it all backwards, Movie star.” I turned the key over, starting the car with a rumbling roar. White-hot power radiated from the engine, putting all the other sport cars and status symbols in the parking lot to shame. “My massive cock, is overcompensating for my car.”
“Prove it,” Val muttered beneath her breath. She was bold when she was drunk. I was still mad at her, but that didn't make me want to tear that pussy up any less.
“Say that again,” I dared her, meeting her gaze in the rear view mirror. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, making the leather creak. She bit her lip at the corner, and
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