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Where the fuck did they go? I look over in the direction they came from and see lights on in a little wooden cabin.
“Where the fuck are we?” I ask. They all chuckle.
“This is my families property,” Lucy says, sitting back down on the truck bed. “We live on like, a billion acres or something. My dad built that cabin for when I wanted to escape. I have 6 younger brothers and my mom passed a few years back, so it’s just me. They can’t hear shit from the main house. I practically live there, Cam too.”
“Your dad doesn’t mind you out here by yourself… or with Cam?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow at them.
“My dad acts naive, he thinks Cam leaves every night. I’m his only daughter, as far as he’s concerned all I do is study and read books. He probably doesn’t want to think too much about it. It’s not like I’m a crack head, tattooed and pierced goth or anything,” she shrugs. “Would you worry if I were your daughter?”
“Probably not,” I say, “but if I knew you were a lady in the street and a freak in the bed, I’d have my doubts.”
They all crack up.
Logan goes to an iPod dock that’s sitting in the truck and plays ‘Yeah’ by Usher, when Ludacris says the ‘lady in the street…’ line during his rap, we all yell it. Logan knows the entire rap word for word. We all stand up and dance around like fools, thinking we actually have moves like Usher, trying to pop lock, but looking like were having epileptic fits, even Dylan gets in on it.
The songs fades to an end and were standing in a circle, Heidi raises her beer, “To good friends, and new ones,” she says, winking at me. We all take a sip.
“To finding the perfect girl of your dreams and having your entire future to spend with them,” Dylan says, hugging her waist and kissing her on the cheek. The girls swoon and the guys make gagging noises. And we drink.
“To easy, loose, college chicks,” Logan practically pants. We drink.
“To whoever wrote Fifty Shades of Grey,” Cam eyes the sky like he’s thanking the Lord. We all laugh and drink.
Lucy playfully smacks him on the chest, probably harder than he expected because he actually flinches in legit pain. “To Josh Bennett,” she says, clinking her beer with mine. We’re the only ones that drink, Cam rolls his eyes.
Everyone eyes Jake next to me, “To baseball,” he says quietly. They all moan.
“You’re a pretty shit kid, you know that, Jacob,” Logan says. It’s the first time anyone has called him that. He shrugs and they all take a reluctant gulp of beer. “What about you, Mikayla?” Logan eyes me.
I think for a bit, then smile, “To not letting bad people dictate what ended up being a good time.”
It’s quiet for a while and then, “Holllaaaaa..” Cam yells, bringing out his inner black chick. We laugh and drink.
“Ooooooh,” Logan says in a high voice, neck snapping, fingers clicking in the air, mimicking a girl, but he’s looking directly at Heidi, “We, like, totally need to play my jaayam, like, right fucking now!” he continues and Heidi laughs with him.
He moves to his iPod and searches for a song.
I know what it is from the first note.
‘Baby’ - By Justin Bieber. I shake my head in amusement.
Now the group splits and the boys start boy band serenading us girls. They surround us, Logan has the Ludacris rap down, again. We’re in fits of giggles, tears are streaming down our faces. I can’t wait to tell Emily and my parents about tonight, they’ll love it.
Minus the cheating ex boy/friends.
It turns out they all planned on finishing the night at Lucy’s cabin, everyone but Jake. Apparently he gets up at 5 every morning regardless, to run and work out and do whatever it is he does.
After exchanging numbers with everyone and saying ‘see you soons’ instead of goodbyes, Jake and I get in the limo and head home.
Chapter 7
*Jake*
It’s just the two of us in the limo heading back to her house. We’re both buzzed. Well, I think she’s buzzed, I know I definitely am. Having her sit on my lap the whole night didn’t help. I needed something to calm me down. It was a bad idea to sit her there, but it was either that or Logan's lap, and Logan sure as shit would’ve gotten her wasted and done god knows what with her.
I sit on one bench seat and she sits on the other, it’s the furthest we’ve been from each other since the restaurant.
“Jake, just get the limo to drive you home first. I’ll be okay. It’s like forty minutes to my house, and then you have to drive back around here to yours… it’s stupid.”
My head is tilted back on the seat, my eyes are closed, trying to steady the spinning of everything around me. I open one eye to look at her. She’s laying down, her whole body sprawled across the bench seat. “I’d rather make sure you get home safe.”
She doesn’t say anything, just smiles.
A few minutes of quiet passes, where I think were both replaying the night in our heads. I bet our adaptations are completely different.
The limo driver swears, and slams the breaks abruptly causing Mikayla to fall to the floorboard with a thud.
“Sorry,” the driver waves his hand in the air, “goddamn rabbits!”
I kneel on the floorboard to check on Mikayla, but she’s giggling to herself. She may not hurt now but she sure is shit will be hurting tomorrow.
“Hey… Mikayla. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I lightly shake her. She starts to sit up but she’s struggling, more than likely from the alcohol. She puts her hands around my neck and I start to lift her back onto the chair.
