"Ali, I'm sorry for---"
"That's not why I don't want to go."
I giggle, rolling my eyes, "No, Ash. I don't care if people think Luke and I are dating-well, I do-but that's not it. I'm just not in an after-partying mood. I just feel like staying in tonight."
He gives me a weary look, but is obviously about to give in, to my advantage.
"Okay," he nods, "Okay. But are you sure you're fine here by yourself---"
"My God, Ash. I'm not a little kid. I'll be fine. I'd feel worse if I kept any of you from going and having fun. I'll be fine, okay? I promise. Now, go and have some fun with your boys. Find a girl or something. But not too much fun, in that case."
He shoves me, rolling his eyes. "I love you, Lish."
Uhhh..."Love you too, Ash. Now go the hell away."
"You got it, bitch," he winks, shutting my bedroom door. I let go of the breath I held, catapulting myself from the bed and to the bathroom, checking to make sure my hair and make-up looked okay. Then I run to the window, seeing my brother's car already driving down the road.
"Perfect," I smirk, grabbing my phone, bag, and racing down the stairs. The house is empty. That means there's nobody here to know I no longer am. And the sound of a motorcycle, right on time! I throw open the door, and with a squeal of delight, throw myself in his arms. "Jake!"
"Hey, babe," he smirks, snake bites playing with his beautiful, goofy smile. People make fun of him for his piercings, his style, because it's all dark, mysterious, strange, but I think it's beautiful. Especially on him. He makes it work, let me tell you. That's what really made me notice him. His personality is what drew us together as friends. And everything around and in between made me fall for him.
I swing my legs over the bike, settling in front of him on the seat, but facing him, and give him a kiss, his hands immediately gripping my hips.
I'm just as surprised as anyone that he chose me, out of everyone else, but proud, nonetheless, to be able to call him mine.
"Let's get out of here," he growls against my lips. I giggle, nodding in reply and slipping off the bike, coming around and positioning myself behind him properly. I wrap my arms around his chest tightly, pulling myself as close against him as I can, just because I can. and we take off into the night.
Shit, I stayed out way later than i had thought! The boys were already home. I'd totally lost all track of time. But my brother's a huge die hard party animal. How was I supposed to know how soon he'd be back? No, this is not my fault, and doesn't even mean anything. As long as nobody checked up on me, which probably hadn't happened. They could have woke me up. They're smarter than that.
Now there's just one thing left to do...
Damn...I thought I had made it. I've done this a thousand times, never once had a problem. How had someone caught on? I jump the rest of the way from the tree outside my window to my bedroom, sliding to my knees. With a humph and a sigh, I slide to my feet, coming face to face with...
"Luke?" What the hell! Why was he back in my room again? Lounging in my bed like he owned it?
"Morning love. Where have you been?"
"None of your damn business. Why are you here? Again."
"Easy there, Irwin. Unless you want me to expose your sweet self as being truthfully rotten to the core?"
I roll my eyes, sitting in my desk chair, arms and legs alike crossed. "Go ahead. It's about time you learned a thing or two, Hemmings."
"Oh, yeah?" He flips himself off his back, leans on the side of the bed. "And what's that?"
"That inside every good girl is a bad girl, just waiting to be caught. And I'm one of them."
"Are you now?"
I laugh, turning away from the desk, fingers still on my lamp knob, about to turn the light out. "Really? You're doubting me?"
"Ali, you've snuck out once, while your brother was out getting drunk. I don't think that makes you bad, motorcycle ride or none."
I look away, hoping to hide my blush. "You saw that, too? Him dropping me off?"
I hear him swallow, and when he speaks, his voice sounds a little funny. Drunk, late, what would you expect? "Who was he?"
"Look, could we not do this? Please? We're both tired, not to mention drunk. Get out, stay, I don't care. As long as I get to curl up and go to sleep."
My head whips around towards him, at his head motioning me over, arms open wide. "What?"
He rolls his eyes, leaning forward and pulling me to him. "I said come here." He leans back on the pillows and lays me on his chest. "Goodnight, Irwin."
"I hate you, Hemmings," I reply, not able to keep the smile out of my voice or off my face. At least the room was dark, so he couldn't see.