Emma's P.O.V:
I watched as a couple of girls danced together.
They surely were best friends.
Why?
Because they both have identical snake tattoos on the back of their right knees.
They couldn't have been sisters because not even one feature in them was similar and they were almost the same age.
The one in black had a shitload of concealer and foundation on her face that was somehow not noticeable.
Seems like she was from crying her eyes out but her best friend dragged her to this party to have some fun.
Typical best friend behaviors.
Two guys approached them and probably asked them to dance.
The one in black flinched, barely distinctively, and her friend shot her a concerned glance.
If she accepts, she has just gone through a tough break up and this is her way of showing her ex (if he was even nearby) that she is not shaken by whatever happened.
If she declines and ends up dropkicking the blondie, she just got assaulted and wants nothing to do with the male species.
And to no one's surprise, she took the blondie's hand and they walked to the middle of the dance floor.
That mystery being solved, I noticed some guy walking towards me.
"Hey, what can I get for you tonight?" I asked once he took a seat on one of the bar stools.
I gave him a quick once over, and couldn't help but notice that he looked very familiar.
And that he is obviously still in high school.
Why?
Because of the high school girls he was dancing with; they were still ogling.
Practically drooli...
Oh shoot!
I knew I'd seen that leather jacket before! This guy is Mason Rivers!
The 'Prince' of Sagewood High!
"Just a water," he said casually, pulling me out of my thoughts in the process.
"Okay, but may I interest you in a Margarita instead?" I said with a polite smile.
He smiled back and chuckled. He turned and searched the dance floor until he spotted his target.
"See those two," he pointed at two guys dancing with some other girls.
"Yeah," I responded when I saw them.
"They're wasted," he turned back to face me, "and they're still going to need a ride back home..." he trailed off and shrugged.
"Ah, I see. Designated driver," I turned around and bent over to get him a bottle of water.
When I turned back around, I knew for a fact that he was staring at my ass.
His lips were slightly parted and he swallowed hard when I held out the bottle for him to take.
He took the bottle in hand and screwed the cap off whilst avoiding eye contact.
I tried not to laugh at that and checked the wall clock.
Almost time for Emily to take over my shift.
"You know," he said then paused to take a long drink of the water, "you look very familiar."
"Uhmmm..." I hesitated for a second, "You're probably mistaking me for someone else."
"You sure? Because-" he was cut off.
"Emma-boo! I'm here!" Emily approached the bar just in time.
I smiled at her and grabbed my coat and phone before embracing her in a hug.
She got behind the counter while I got in front of it.
"About damn time! How was your date?" I asked as she put on her apron and I sat on one of the bar stools.
She smiled and showed me her wrist.
Another bracelet. Not even gonna pretend to be surprised.
"Pretty… I want it," I pouted my lower lip and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Awww, I'll buy you one myself," She patted my head and I smiled.
"Did you score?" she asked and I smiled.
"One grand," I said and she gaped.
"Damn girl! That is pure desperation there," she said and someone tapped my shoulder.
I turned around and Seth was wearing this goofy grin on his face.
"Well hello there fair maiden," he took my hand and kissed the back of it.
I rolled my eyes and smiled the moment he let go of my hand.
"Charming. Are we leaving? Four more minutes to nine," I said after checking the wall clock behind him.
"Don't worry, basement parking, we can start in the car," he smirked.
"Lead the way," I said and he pulled me by my wrist, leading me to his car.
Like the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger door for me and I smiled politely as I got in.
He had a silver Toyota Corolla. Nice car.
I buckled my seat belt as he got in.
"I reckon you won the match," I smiled and the corners of his mouth quirked up in response as he turned the key in the ignition.
"Your water must have helped," he said as he stepped on the gas.
"Oh really? how exactly do you think it helped?" I sarcastically asked.
"I think it helped by keeping me hydrated," he stupidly said, giving me an impish grin and I rolled my eyes in response.
He's sort of smart, I'll give him that.
We seemed close to our destination, so I decided to set the mood.
"How long until we get there?" I enquired, gazing at his lips for a long moment.
I was sure he was well aware of that.
He cleared his throat and finally responded, "Just two minutes or less," he shifted in his seat and turned the corner.
"I want to make it less," I stated while deliberately dropping my voice half an octave lower.
His eyes flickered to mine for a brief second before they went back to the road.
And of course, his pupils dilated and I felt a sense of satisfaction. I wasn't done yet, though.
He didn't seem like the player type, but seemed like he really loves attention from the opposite sex.
I pushed it a little further by placing my hand on his thigh without any hesitation. While rubbing circles with my thumb, I swear I felt his pants tighten just a tad.
"How long now?" I queried, my voice teasing as my hand moved to his inner thigh. I felt him undoubtedly press his foot harder on the acceleration pedal, wanting to go faster.
A few seconds later, he was pressing a button on a remote, opening the door to the basement garage.
He drove in and pushed the button again, closing the garage doors behind us. As soon as the car engine was off, we both jumped out.
I left my coat and purse in the car but carried my phone with me in the pocket of my shorts.
We both banged the doors shut, and he literally jumped over the hood of his car to get to me.
He automatically grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, pressing his hardness on my lower belly.
As if out of instinct, he started trailing hot kisses down my neck.
"Should… we start here… or bedroom?" his lips were still attached to my skin and his voice was gruff.
"Bedroom please," my voice on the other hand came out as a moan and I felt his smirk against my skin.
'This is going to be a long two hours' I thought as he dragged me inside.