again, I didn’t like most of the guys she dated.
I was relieved that I didn’t have to look at his face any longer when they stopped playing. But then my heart kicked into high gear and pounded against the walls of my chest. Soon. In minutes I’d get to see Sydney. I was such a glutton for punishment.
I saw movement on the stage and elbowed Jake to quit flirting with the girl next to him as there was suddenly a sound like a cannon going off, and Sydney flew out of the stage and landed twenty feet away.
I practically had to pick my jaw up off the floor. She looked so breathtakingly beautiful and hot and sexy, and God, I just wanted to grab her and wrap her in a blanket, because that outfit was out of control. It was shiny black satin and only covered just beneath her ass to right above her boobs. If she wasn’t careful – or if I was lucky – one might pop out.
Oops. Nip slip. Ryder gets an eyeful.
“ Dude, you kissed her?” Jake hissed in my ear as my eyes stayed glued on Sydney who was dancing around with an umbrella singing her song Bulletproof . It had been number one for a few weeks when the album first came out and was a fan favorite.
I knew what Jake was thinking, and it was n’t because I was biased. Sydney looked great on TV or in magazines, but she was ten times better in person. She lit up when she was on stage, smiling and teasing and tantalizing the audience as she shook her ass and marched around like she owned the place. God, she was so amazing. I’d forgotten how she looked on stage, and being just five feet away, I saw every bit of her.
“Yeah, I kissed her ,” I told Jake, never taking my eyes off of Sydney. All I could think about was kissing her again.
There were a few times when she came dangerously close to the edge of the stage, but our eyes never met. It was almost like she was purposefully looking away from where I was sitting, and that made me wonder again if she wasn’t happy that I was there. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.
Just six months ago we were in such a different place. I never would have second-guessed anything about our friendship. But then everything changed in an instant, and I was so afraid we’d never get it back. And just looking at her, I wanted nothing more than to have her back in my life, to hug her and talk to her and tell her how proud I was of her. She was practically taking over the world.
At the end of her song and dance, she approached the front row, but she still didn’t look at me. She handed the umbrella she’d been dancing with to the girl Jake had been flirting with, smiled widely at her as the girl jumped around excitedly, and Syd then took a few steps back to talk to the audience.
It was painful that she never once looked my way throughout the entire concert, and it couldn’t have been a coincidence. And when she sat at the piano on stage later in the show and sang Only With You, I felt like walking out. But I couldn’t. My feet wouldn’t move.
By the end of the show, I felt about two inches tall and slunk out of the arena behind Jake who was talking to the brunette and asking if she and her friend wanted to get drinks. I gave him pleading look that he ignored. I wanted to go home. I wasn’t in the mood to watch him try to get a blow job in the bathroom of the bar, which was what I knew he was aiming for.
But I’d driven, and I had the keys, so he was out of luck. I told him to say goodbye to the girls or I was leaving his ass in Orlando. I wasn’t in the mood for his shit that night.
I was silent the whole drive back to school while Jake alternated between blasting rock music and talking on his cell phone, trying to find a different girl for the night since I’d cock-blocked him, apparently. We parked on Frat Row at close to one in the morning, and I was ready to crash, but there was a party in full swing at the house, so I knew I wasn’t going to get to sleep for at least a few hours.
“Hey, hey!” Jake yelled to anyone who
I was relieved that I didn’t have to look at his face any longer when they stopped playing. But then my heart kicked into high gear and pounded against the walls of my chest. Soon. In minutes I’d get to see Sydney. I was such a glutton for punishment.
I saw movement on the stage and elbowed Jake to quit flirting with the girl next to him as there was suddenly a sound like a cannon going off, and Sydney flew out of the stage and landed twenty feet away.
I practically had to pick my jaw up off the floor. She looked so breathtakingly beautiful and hot and sexy, and God, I just wanted to grab her and wrap her in a blanket, because that outfit was out of control. It was shiny black satin and only covered just beneath her ass to right above her boobs. If she wasn’t careful – or if I was lucky – one might pop out.
Oops. Nip slip. Ryder gets an eyeful.
“ Dude, you kissed her?” Jake hissed in my ear as my eyes stayed glued on Sydney who was dancing around with an umbrella singing her song Bulletproof . It had been number one for a few weeks when the album first came out and was a fan favorite.
I knew what Jake was thinking, and it was n’t because I was biased. Sydney looked great on TV or in magazines, but she was ten times better in person. She lit up when she was on stage, smiling and teasing and tantalizing the audience as she shook her ass and marched around like she owned the place. God, she was so amazing. I’d forgotten how she looked on stage, and being just five feet away, I saw every bit of her.
“Yeah, I kissed her ,” I told Jake, never taking my eyes off of Sydney. All I could think about was kissing her again.
There were a few times when she came dangerously close to the edge of the stage, but our eyes never met. It was almost like she was purposefully looking away from where I was sitting, and that made me wonder again if she wasn’t happy that I was there. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.
Just six months ago we were in such a different place. I never would have second-guessed anything about our friendship. But then everything changed in an instant, and I was so afraid we’d never get it back. And just looking at her, I wanted nothing more than to have her back in my life, to hug her and talk to her and tell her how proud I was of her. She was practically taking over the world.
At the end of her song and dance, she approached the front row, but she still didn’t look at me. She handed the umbrella she’d been dancing with to the girl Jake had been flirting with, smiled widely at her as the girl jumped around excitedly, and Syd then took a few steps back to talk to the audience.
It was painful that she never once looked my way throughout the entire concert, and it couldn’t have been a coincidence. And when she sat at the piano on stage later in the show and sang Only With You, I felt like walking out. But I couldn’t. My feet wouldn’t move.
By the end of the show, I felt about two inches tall and slunk out of the arena behind Jake who was talking to the brunette and asking if she and her friend wanted to get drinks. I gave him pleading look that he ignored. I wanted to go home. I wasn’t in the mood to watch him try to get a blow job in the bathroom of the bar, which was what I knew he was aiming for.
But I’d driven, and I had the keys, so he was out of luck. I told him to say goodbye to the girls or I was leaving his ass in Orlando. I wasn’t in the mood for his shit that night.
I was silent the whole drive back to school while Jake alternated between blasting rock music and talking on his cell phone, trying to find a different girl for the night since I’d cock-blocked him, apparently. We parked on Frat Row at close to one in the morning, and I was ready to crash, but there was a party in full swing at the house, so I knew I wasn’t going to get to sleep for at least a few hours.
“Hey, hey!” Jake yelled to anyone who
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