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“Fuck the calories!” she fires back. “If I want a burrito, I’m having a damn burrito.”
“Whatever, it’s your ass.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Cadence mumbles, dismissing her lecture. The light from her phone reflects on the windshield as she scrolls through it and, seeing something she likes, immediately perks up. “Well, the party is in full swing, bitches. I’m seeing a lot of drunk posts right now.”
Lyndsey lets out a groan. “Please tell me there are no naked photos of Nate?”
“Not yet,” Cadence singsongs.
Nate is notorious for his drunken antics. Streaking is one of his all-time favorites. I think just about every senior in our class has seen Nate’s penis at some point. Much to Lyndsey’s disgust.
We pullup in front of Nate’s two-story mansion and get out of the car. Nate comes from wealth just like the rest of us, but his family comes from old money that dates back generations, making him by far the wealthiest of our group.
The party has spilled out onto the front lawn with drunk teenagers laughing and bantering in their groups. Colored lights stream through the front windows, flashing and pulsing, while the beat of the music from inside reverberates out into the night air.
“It’s party time, bitches,” Cadence drawls, doing a little shimmy then tossing her waist-long curly hair over her shoulder. She adjusts her low cut top to reveal more cleavage, and my blue eyes turn a tad green as I look at her breasts. They are huge, making mybarelyCcupbreasts look like sad little lemons.
We strut across the lawn and enter the main foyer of the house. Even though we all live in impressive homes, Nate’s is something else entirely. Every single square inch of the marble-floored art decor home screams privilege.
A grand staircase with gold railing leads from the foyer to the second story, with a large crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling above. To the left is a large living area rearranged to create a dance floor. The room is a rainbow of colors projecting from the disco and laser lights that skim over the various partygoers bumping and grinding to music blasting from the DJ booth in the left corner.
I spot Connor in the middle of the dance floor, sandwiched between two gorgeous brunettes who are shamelessly grinding against him. Glancing over to Chelsea, I notice her pale cheeks have flushed a deep shade of red as she watches him with a look of disgust.
“I’m going to get something to drink,” she mutters, storming off to the kitchen.
“I think I need a drink too,” Lyndsey says, and we all follow her into the large contemporary kitchen. Cadence makes a beeline straight over to Chelsea, who is already attacking the bottles of alcohol lined up on the counter.
Nate is standing at the island bench with Grayson and Jacob—also known as Big Boy—standing right beside him. All the guys have that typical muscular football physique, but Big Boy got his nickname for being just that,a big boy.He is huge. Reaching six foot eight tall, with mocha skin, broad shoulders, and massive muscles on every available inch of his body, the guy is a beast. He is also the best linebacker in the county.
Grayson and Nate couldn’t be more opposite. While they are both muscular, they are about five inches shorter than Big Boy and slighter and leaner in build. Grayson comes from an Irish background and has chestnut-brown hair and pale skin. He is totally gorgeous, and he knows it. With his panty-melting smirk and dazzling charisma, he has most girls eating out of the palm of his hand—or on their knees which is his sole ambition most of the time. Actually, all of the time and Cadence just happens to be one of them. But if you were to ask her, she would argue that it is the other way around.
“Alright fuckers, I want no pansy-ass bullshit,” Nate slurs, swaying back and forth, completely oblivious to our arrival. His dark hair is sticking up all over the place in a mess as he grips the bench to hold himself steady.He is absolutely tanked, but at least he has clothes on.“When I count down from three, we are going to knock these babies back.”
They each pick up the shot glass in front of them, and after Nate spits out the countdown, they knock them back, slamming the drinks down on the bench with a roar. Rolling my eyes, I look to Lyndsey, who has her hands on her hips, waiting patiently for Nate to notice her.
Nate’s blue eyes look up to meet Lyndsey’s, and his face breaks into a wide grin. “My queen!” he hollers and stumbles over, throwing his arm around her shoulder and planting a big sloppy kiss on her cheek.
“Ew, you stink of tequila,” Lyndsey groans, pushing him away.
“Aw baby, don’t be like that. You are just in time for the show.”
Lyndsey’s eyes instantly blaze with fury. “If you go streaking again, I swear to God, Nate, I will put you in time-out for a week.”
“Time-out?” His brows lift.
“Yes, time-out.”
His lips curl into a devilish grin as he grabs hold of her hips. “Will I have to sit on the naughty step?” He wiggles his eyebrows, pushing his pelvis into hers. “Hmm, I could think of some very naughty things we could do on the naughty step, my queen.”
Lyndsey growls and pushes his chest. “I’m serious! I’m sick of everyone seeing your dick!”
“Baby, it’s not my fault.” He steps back and gestures to his groin area innocently. “My dick is like Free Willy. He hates being confined and wants to be set free. Otherwise, he gets depressed. I feel bad for the poor bastard. Besides, it really wouldn’t be fair to deprive him of this beautiful spring night.”
Everyone bursts out laughing, and Lyndsey folds her arms, giving him a stern look. “Well, you either keep Free Willy in the tank, or he is going to suffer from other forms of deprivation.”
“Okay, baby, you win,” he sighs in defeat, then looks her up and down for a moment. That devilish grin makes a reappearance on his face, and Lyndsey frowns in confusion.
“What?” she asks. A low growl rumbles from his chest, and he widens his stance, giving her a predatory look. I have no idea what is happening right now, but Lyndsey clearly does because her eyes suddenly go wide. “Nate! Don’t you dare.”
