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Chapter 25

Shane's P.O.V

"Oh Shane!" the brunette in front of me moaned in my lips; but the sound didn't excite me at all, in fact it had the opposite effect. She had that kind of squeaky voice that resembled chalk scraping on a board. I kissed her harder trying to silence that annoying voice of hers but it only earned me a sonorous whimper. I ignored it as her avid hands slide under my t-shirt to caress my lower abdomen. I had her pressed against the bathroom's pottery wall. I didn't know her name but I didn't need it. I'd met her a few minutes ago in the party when my so-considerate companion ditched me.

Jules...

Whenever I thought about her, I got a little angry. That little blue-eyed demon definitely knew how to get under my skin. I remembered her coming out of her house looking all cute with that blue navy dress. She was anything like the models-body girls I'd been with but she had something more. She was innocent. I didn't know why I felt this urge to protect her, like she was this fragile porcelain figure who could be broken so easily.

Porcelain figure? Jeez, I'm turning into a pussy.

Anyways, when we'd arrived to the party, I'd gone to get her a drink to tease her about that time Melissa poured one down on her. Imagine my surprise when I came back and saw her talking to that Wattpad freak. They walked out of the living room obviously needing more privacy.

That little...

I'd squeezed the plastic glass so hard that vodka was dripping from my fingers.

Nobody ditches me, I’m Shane Mason. I ditch people.

She didn't seem to appreciate the fact I was choosing to stay by her side instead of finding some easy girl to have my way with this night.

I was being nice here and no one seemed to appreciate it. So, screw niceness, I’d decided I was going to get laid and find some peace between this beautiful brunette’s legs.

“You are such a good kisser,” the girl whispered on my mouth. Her voice came out husky.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” I said arrogantly. She smirked and pulled at my hair to kiss me again. She tasted like cheap vodka and minty gum. Kissing her wasn’t really getting me in the mood so I left her lips to kiss her neck whilst massaging her breasts. I’d always been a boobs’ man so touching hers was really getting me where I wanted to be.

“Shane!” Jordan’s voice entered the bathroom making me jump away from the girl.

“The hell, man! You scared me!” I exclaimed annoyed.

“Have you drunk tonight?” His tone was urgent.

“What?” I frowned “I don’t know if you noticed but I’m kind of busy here.” I gestured to the girl and me suggestively.

“Have you drunk or not?” Jordan pressed, ignoring both the girl and my complaint.

“No,” I stated, remembering I wasn’t really in the mood to drink after being ditched by that little minion known as Jules.

“Cool,” Jordan said, and took a step out of the bathroom “Shane will take her!” he shouted at someone.

“Okay!” I heard Laura’s voice from the hallway.

“Take who?” I scowled at my best friend.

“Shane, what’s going on?” the brunette asked, feeling as confused as I was. Her squeaky voice caught Jordan’s attention. It was like he had finally noticed her. He eyed her for a moment and then gave her a closed mouth smile.

“I think it’s time for you to go,” he said rudely.

“What?” The girl arched her eyebrow in surprise. “Shane?” She looked at me as if waiting for me to do something.

“Listen…” I started. Oh crap! I didn’t know her name… did she tell me her name? The brunette waited for me to continue while Jordan watched the scene amused.

“You don’t remember my name, do you?” she pouted, folding her arms across her chest. She shook her head, disappointed. Names seemed to be important shit for girls. “You’re a jerk!” She stormed out of the room, pushing Jordan’s side in the process. I glared at him.

“Thanks, man,” I said sarcastically. Jordan squeezed my shoulder as we headed out of the bathroom.

“She wasn’t even your type,” he commented.

“Hey!” Laura stalked towards us. Excitement plastered on her face, “Let’s dance, babe,” she purred, holding Jordan’s hand, shaking her hips at the music’s rhythm. She hadn’t stopped dancing since the very first moment we got here. Jordan stared at her dazzled.

Oh man, he was whipped!

“Can someone explain to me why the hell I was interrupted?” I wondered aloud, breaking their staring-at-each-other-like-fools moment.

“Yeah,” Jordan snapped out of her girlfriend’s spell “Jules is at Jason’s house.” At the mention of that little devil’s name, I tensed up, and anger flowed through my body “You need to give her a ride home.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked but was ignored by the couple. They practically ran downstairs to continue dancing. 

Debating with myself, I leaned against the hallway’s hall. What was she doing at Jason’s house? I thought she’d left with that Wattpad freak. Besides, it was pouring with rain outside. A flash of trepidation crossed me. Was she okay? I shook my head; I shouldn’t worry about her, not after she ditched me. I was submerged in my thoughts.

“Hey!” Laura waved her hand in front of me “I forgot to give you this.” She handed me an Iphone and left as fast as she’d come. I stared at the phone, puzzled. Everything made sense when I touched the screen; the background was a picture of the little mermaid. I couldn’t help the smile that crept to my lips. Yeah, this had to be Jules’ phone. It reminded me of that night I was at her house and she came down stairs wearing those ridiculous, little mermaid pajamas. What was she? Five years old? Shaking my head in amusement, I noticed she had three unread texts and lots of emails from Wattpad.

This could be interesting…

I thought evilly but then I caught some movement from the corner of my eye. I snapped my head towards the end of the hallway. There was a guy coming out of one of the rooms. His clothes were damp; I narrowed my eyes at him. He looked familiar. He looked up at me and I instantly recognized him. It was the Wattpad freak. He stalked towards my direction in silence. There was something wrong going on here. Last time I’d seen Jules, she was with him and then she was at Jason’s house, and the freak was all damp walking around here.

What happened?

He seemed lost in deep thought. He gave me a simple nod as a greeting and tried to get in the bathroom but I blocked his way.

“Where is she?” I asked seriously.

“Who?” he replied.

“Jules.” His shoulders tensed up as he pressed his lips in a tight line.

“I don’t know,” he murmured coldly as he pushed me aside to enter the bathroom. I had a bad feeling about this. I went downstairs and crossed the living room as fast as the dancing crowd let me. I opened the front door, the rain had stopped finally.

“Shane!” A hot brown haired girl shouted my name excitedly. She got on my way grinning from ear to ear. How did she know my name? I had no idea but it didn’t really surprise me. I was popular around here. I took my time to eye this hottie but sighed disappointedly when I noticed she was intoxicated. Her blonde hair was a mess and her eyes were red. She was holding a plastic glass precariously, taking unsteady sips. “You’re not going to wish me a happy birthday,” she slurred. Her breath almost got me drunk right there. Oh, she was the birthday girl.

“Happy birthday…” I trailed off not remembering her name. I’d seen her before at school, she was kind of hot but I sucked with names if you hadn’t noticed.

“Helen,” she finished for me “The name’s Helen,”

“Right.” Somehow, I manage to curl my lips upward in a semblance of a smile.

“Why so lonely?” She traced her hand up my chest trying to be seductive. Drunken girls should never try being seductive, enough said. Even though she was hot, I preferred my girls sober so they could be fully conscious when I showed them a good time. Gently, I held her hand removing it from my chest.

“I’m not alone,” I lied. She looked surprised for a moment and then her expression turned into a sad one.

“I’m sorry.” She rubbed her face with her free hand and exhaled shakily. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You okay?” I asked politely.

“No, I think…” her eyes were brimming with tears. Oh crap! Did I hurt her woman’s pride or something?

“Listen, Helen, you’re hot and all but I-”

“No, no, this isn’t about you,” she cut me off. I stared at her confused. She held her forehead “I love him,” she blurted out. I frowned.

“Huh?” she seemed to notice my confusion.

“I love my fuck buddy, holy shit!” She threw the plastic glass away and placed her back to me. “I screwed it up!” I had no idea what this girl was talking about but she seemed pretty upset about it. She turned to me once again “What would you do in my position?”

“Your position?”

“Yes,” she answered, obviously, “what would you do if you fell for someone you’re not supposed to fall for?”

“Hum…” I really didn’t know what to say to that. “Tell them?” I asked hesitantly.

“But what if you knew he probably doesn’t feel the same way?”

“Then don’t tell him.” I shrugged. Yeah, I was a simple person. Helen sighed.

“I pushed him away,” she admitted sadly. “I didn’t even invite him to my birthday. I can’t love him, I just can’t. He said it would always be about sex between us, nothing serious and I agreed. I can’t go and tell him I want more, so much more so I ended it with him.”

“I’m not the most appropriate person to give a piece of advice,” I started, “but you should tell him, life is about taking risks,” I added as I walked past her.

“Thank you,” I heard her say behind me.

“No problem,” After having my Dr. Phil moment with Helen, I jumped inside my car. The familiar warm and peppermint scent welcomed me. Jason’s house wasn’t really far so I drove slowly towards it. Jules’ phone was lying on the passenger seat. I glanced at it a few times curiously. Who kept texting her? Was it the freak? My hands itched to check it but I had some respect for girls’ privacy. Yeah, that sounded hypocritical after that time I’d read Jules’ diary, but in my defense, I was mad at her because of that time she made me fail Math.

You’re mad at her now for ditching you…

My mind retorted trying to find an excuse to check her phone. It was too late though, I’d already parked in front of Jason’s house. I honked until the front door was opened. Jules walked out of the house, looking like a boy. She was wearing a large size green t-shirt that fell past her hips and baggy shorts. Her brown hair looked darker than usual since it was wet. What happened to her dress? I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously. Seemed like she and freaky boy had fun under the rain, huh? Why did I care anyway? Jules got on the passenger’s seat, picked up her phone and closed the door.  Instantly, her scent filled the car. She smelled really good, nothing compared to the alcohol, intoxicated girls from the party. She smelled sweet and mild.

“Hey,” she whispered shyly, averting her gaze from me.

“Hey.” I stared at her for a moment before driving off. “You’re into transvestism now?” I joked trying to start a conversation but she didn’t say anything. I stole a few glances at her but she seemed lost in thought. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t usually this quiet. I pulled over at the side of the dark road and turned my body towards her. “What happened?” I asked straightforwardly. She shifted in her seat.

“Nothing,” she muttered, not even glancing at me. She smoothed a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, giving me a better view of her face.

“Look at me,” I demanded, but she kept her eyes on the window.

“I’m fine.” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. I pursed my lips in frustration.

“Listen, earlier you ditched me at that party and when I was finally starting to have fun again I was interrupted, because apparently, I had to pick you up, so you owe me big time. Tell me what the hell happened between you and freaky boy.”

“His name is Evan,” she reminded me sadly. I held her face and forced her to look at me. My eyes widened. Her big blue eyes were swollen and her nose red. I clenched my jaw, a tidal wave of rage surging over me. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her like this, looking so sad, and I knew Evan was behind this.

“Have you been crying?” my voice was low, laced with concern.

“Yes.” She looked so vulnerable.

“Why?” She bit her lower lip drawing my attention to her mouth. I knew I’d always found her attractive in a cute strange kind of way but I could have never expected me to feel this uncontrollable urge boiling inside me…

The irrepressible urge to kiss her…

God, I wanted to lean forwards and pressed my lips against hers so bad. I wanted to taste her, to hold her and feel her against me. I wanted her. I wanted to have her for me. I didn’t know if it was pure lust or something else but there was a more important question prowling in my mind:

Why her?

She wasn’t hot or outgoing like many of the girls I’d dated before. But she was funny, sarcastic and innocent. I enjoyed hanging out with her, she was the only girl I’d spent so much time with not involving sex. However, I knew there was another reason why I wanted her; something had triggered this sudden urge.

“I think,” Jules’ voice snapped me out my internal conflict “I think I’m falling in love with Evan,” her words made my chest tightened. I looked right into her eyes, trying to hide my disappointment.

I couldn’t have her, but that was exactly why I wanted her now. I thought sadly as I let go of her face and drove off into the dark night. 

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