Riley is just starting out in life, but thus far, is unimpressed. He's still in high school and having trouble finding himself in a world where everyone around him feels like they have it all together. In the past few weeks, he's joined a motorcycle club and started wearing his grandfather's legacy cut, gotten his first tattoo, rescued a damsel in distress, crushed on a few different girls, and gotten into a few fights. Recently, he was used and abused by the older woman next door as repayment for saving the damsel. There's also a party on the horizon. Things will heat up bit by bit along the way. All characters mentioned are over the age of eighteen, because, reasons, and as always this is a work of fiction.
It was finally Friday. Matt and I were getting ready for the party when his sister Kelsey poked her head in the room. "Awe. Don't you look cute. Getting all dolled up for your boyfriends at the party?"
Matt threw a pillow at her, but she closed the door just enough to block it as we all laughed.
"Hey Kelse!" I greeted her, still chuckling. "You wanna come with?"
She pushed the door open, cocked her hip to the side, and scrunched up her face. "To a high school party? Hard pass." I looked her up and down as she leaned on the door frame. She was wearing purple silk pajamas with low cut shorts and sliding her foot seductively up and down her calf.
Matt gave me a 'dude, no, what are you doing?' look. I ignored him. "C'mon. It'll be fun. I'll even let you sit in the truck with me. Matty here can sit in the bed."
She smiled. "Fun as putting my baby brother out sounds, still no. I'm over high school. You boys have fun." Our eyes locked and the look she was giving me spoke bounds. She knew I was checking her out, and wanted me to know that she knew. She was flirting, just without saying it outright.
I teased her. "Your loss then tutz. Matty and I are ready to raise hell. Guess I'll just have to take someone else for a ride tonight."
She looked me up and down curiously as Matt chuckled. "Since when are you so confident?" She asked.
Matt jumped in, "our boy here is on the rise Sis. They grow up so fast." He placed his hand over his heart, trying to look proud before chuckling again.
She looked at me questioningly, but kept her thoughts to herself. "Ok then boys. Call me if you need a ride. No drinking and driving Riley."
I nodded. "Wouldn't dare tutz." I smirked at her raised eyebrow as she backed out into the hall.
Two hours later the party was in full swing. I held true to my promise, but amended the rules slightly. I figured a beer an hour would be fine, and I was just cracking my second of the night.
I had been studiously avoiding Brett tonight, and was pretty successful to a point. Matt and him had been arguing in a corner, while the cute hostess cheerleader twirled her hair talking to me.
Bianca, Heather Sinclaire, Heather, and Bianca's cousin Brittany were all having a girls night, but said they might be stopping by. Darcy and Michelle were both working, so Matt and I were pretty much free and clear to see what party life was like without dealing with our ongoing relationships. It was a view of what life had to offer, and I was leaning towards staying single just to keep this momentum going. Matt was being a good boyfriend, spending most of his time talking to dudes and brushing off the occasional interloping female.
I had always admired that about him. He was loyal, and Michelle was lucky in that regard. Most high school guys didn't have that kind of fortitude.
Brett was a clear example of the typical douche. He was flirting and grabbing at anything with two legs and a pussy.
My cheerleader hostess identified herself as Naomi. She had red and black streaks in her blonde hair, a low cut black top, and a black and yellow pleated plaid skirt on. I had just commented on her long French braid as she fiddled with it. "It's fun to play with." She told me.
I smirked at her as I finished my beer. "Looks like it." I replied.
