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I turned in his arms and looked up at him. I had seen him plenty of times at The Strip. I knew who he was and that he was a friend of Aiken’s. He wasn’t bad to look at either. He was tall and dark, tattoos littering his chest and arms. He smiled down at me, and there was a chip in his front tooth that made him look even more dangerous.
My mind flashed to the moment when I walked into the house to find Aiken getting a blow job on the couch. The exact couch across the house from me. The pain I felt burned deep.
My dad was gone.
Erik didn’t care about me.
My mother disowned me.
And Aiken didn’t want me either.
Why the hell not?
I didn’t think twice. I put my hand behind his head, pulled him closer to me, and kissed him. It was my first kiss, and it meant nothing. It was nothing like I had spent the better part of ten years imagining it would be.
When I was younger, I envisioned the perfect kiss. Something Disney would write into movies. I never imagined my first kiss would mean being clawed at by a guy I barely knew with liquor on my breath and the smell of marijuana all around us.
He pulled back and captured my cheeks in his rough palms before he moved in and kissed me again. This time he took the lead, kissing me hard and fast. I closed my eyes and imagined he was the one. He cared about me and wanted to put me first in his life. He chose me.
I sighed into our kiss, melting into him and gripping his shirt. Tears pressed at the back of my eyelids, and pressure filled my chest. There was so much pain. It was almost unbearable. Still, I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him push me against a wall as if we weren’t in the middle of a party.
In the distance, I heard Zada laughing at the situation.
Music pounded all around me, shaking my body and calling to the anxiety that the liquor had pushed down. It was swimming in my veins, zapping at any nerves that felt froggy and wanted to jump.
I chuckled against his mouth when he lost his hand under my shirt and skimmed my side on his way up to my breast, but before he could reach it and touch me in a way no one had ever touched me before, he was pulled away from me.
Cold air invaded the front of my body, and when I gasped at his loss, I choked on the abundance of air.
“What the fuck, Skull? What’s your deal, bruh?”
I blinked at Aiken’s back. He was standing between the guy who was kissing me and me.
What was his name again?
Struck?
Strike?
“She’s not for you,” Aiken said.
I looked over his shoulder and into the guy’s eyes.
Stryker.
That was his name.
He looked at me and then nodded his understanding, obviously not trying to cause problems with Aiken. Unlike the guy in my imagination, he also hadn’t chosen me.
“No one ever chooses me,” I slurred, laughing at the slur in my voice and the wrecking pain in my chest.
Aiken spun around, his eyes scanning my face. “You’re drunk,” he said.
“Duh.”
“Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him.
I shook my hand loose and stopped. “No. I’m not going anywhere with you. Where’s your little blonde friend?” I asked.
