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“You’re right. You are definitely not my type but I’m not yours either. Your type is a dirty thug, or maybe it’s one of your foster daddies.”
I see her hand raise to smack me across the face. Pain explodes down my jaw. I look at her with rage and I catch her hand just in time as she goes for round two.
She pushes against me, and I release her. “You’re right. I had plenty of those. They loved me so much.” Her eyes so lost and broken find mine. “In all the wrong ways,” she says, her voice cracking on the last part as she storms out of the bathroom.
I pinch my nose with my fingers and place the palm of my hand to my cheek to keep the burn from stinging from the slap. What the fuck just happened? Why did I say that to her? My anger got the best of me like it always does.
Instead of getting what I wanted, all I got was words from her lips I didn’t expect to hear, and a look on her face I never thought I’d see. So much pain there. I wonder how she is still holding on.
I make my way out of the bathroom and look around the area of Conner’s house that is full of people grinding and dancing to the music. The party is in full swing as my eyes scan around looking for her. Her words replay in my head.“They loved me so much. In all the wrong ways.”
Fuck my life.
It’s then I see Chris.
“Hey, man. Have you seen Tyler?”
He takes a pull of the beer he must have grabbed from somewhere. “Yeah, I think he was taking Rubiana back home. She looked like she wanted to leave.”
I play it off and respond with a shrug. “Damn, that sucks.”
He nods, looking around at all the girls who wave at him as they pass by. Some of them giving me knowing looks. Roxy moves fast.
“Heard you hooked up with Roxy.”
Yep. There it is.
“Yeah, there wasn’t too much I had to do on my part. Just another hook-up.”
“That bad, huh.”
He knows it was too easy. Some girls don’t realize that a guy needs a challenge.
“Yeah, it was.”
He takes another pull of his beer and leans in. “At least now Nicole will be off your back, or at least finally get the idea that you’re not hung up on her.”
“Whatever, man, she did serve her purpose. I served hers, obviously. No hard feelings.”
Except for the girl I had pinned up against the door after I fucked some other chick five minutes before. A girl whom I made believe is too dirty for me to fuck. To want. One who realized what I just did before she knocked on the door.
The only thing I can think about from my encounter was the softness of her skin. The way she tasted. The way she felt in my arms, but then the thought infiltrates my mind like a hammer.
Some asshole touched her.
Without her permission.
They hurt her.
My hands ball into fists just thinking about it. I shouldn’t care. Rubi is not my problem. She never was. But then I think about my nightmares that involve a girl. A girl I thought was real, but all you see when you look into her eyes are shadows of something you don’t recognize. Something is missing. A big chunk of the puzzle.
And Rubi, somehow, is the missing piece.
Rubi
TYLER DIDN’T ASKme questions about why I wanted to leave. I guess he figured I felt uncomfortable, not that he probably minded since me leaving came with the added bonus of not having to babysit me. He could drop me off and be free to go do whatever it is he does. Smoke or drink with his friends, or even fuck in a bathroom. I noticed some of the kids who attend Westlake Prep are not the stars their parents must think they are. I saw drugs being snorted, smoked, and even pills popped. They are just as bad, or even worse, than the kids at West Park. At least the kids there know what drug use can lead to, and either choose to sell it for profit (to the kids on this side of town) or use it to forget the shitty life they were handed. It’s pretty ironic that these snobs think they have it so bad with their fancy houses, cars, and lavish lifestyles.
The thought of Ky cornering me in the bathroom flits through my mind. The way he felt against me. The way his mouth felt along my neck. He didn’t hide the fact that he was turned on. His hard length pressed against my thigh was evidence that he doesn’t find me as dirty and ugly as he claims.
