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The party comes to a halt when Elli walks in with her friends and it’s hard to stop staring. Her sexy black dress almost makes me forget about the ass hugging pants she wore to school yesterday. Almost! There was no chance in hell that I could stop looking at the bondage stitches on the back pocket and I was dying to stick my face right up close and inspect ‘em.
Tonight, I try to play it cool. I want to stay away from her for a second but her huge smile calls me to her side. Ever since I kissed her it’s all I can think about. Her lips feel even better than they look and damn do they look good. I get the feeling I’m whipped already and we’re not even sleeping together.
Jenna’s standing beside her looking like a guard dog while her other friend, I think her name is Julia or something, is looking around the room wide eyed. I don’t get the impression she’s all there in the head. I wonder why someone as smart as Elli hangs out with her. But it’s pretty freakin’ hard to look intelligent next to Elli Matthews. That’s a big part of why I was too damn intimidated to even talk to her. She’s too smart to be with someone like me and I know it. That’s the reason I didn’t invite half the degenerates that would normally be at a party like this, I told them the whole thing was cancelled so she wouldn’t have the chance to see them in action. These things have gotten way out of control and it took someone winding up in the morgue for us all to figure that out. The rest of them took a week off and went back to the way things were but there’s no way I’m going back to that night. This is officially the lamest party I’ve ever thrown, about half the size, nothing stronger than whiskey and weed, hookups behind closed doors only. As long as it ends with Elli in my bed I can’t say I mind.
The dark rim around her eyes is driving me insane and I just want to throw her against the wall and ram my tongue into her mouth. Again.
I don’t know how that girl does the things she does with makeup but every day she shows up looking like a different person. Makes me think it would be like hooking up with a different chick every night. Even down to the intentionally messy hairdo she’s flawless. Her dress is clinging to her body in all the right places, heels elevating her a few inches, little jewel on her arm looking so sexy I wouldn’t mind watching it bob up and down as she gave me a little hand action. It’s all I can do not to screw her right here.
“Hey.” I lean down and give her a quick kiss. The stupid one starts giggling like I just kissed her and the bitchy one rolls her eyes. I swear Jenna’s got something against me but if it has anything to do with her brother’s tongue-flapping I’ll kill the fucker. He’s been after me since the day he found out I asked for Elli’s number. Once he figured out his threats weren’t going to work, he all but promised she wouldn’t sleep with me. We’ll see about that.
“Hey Jagger,” she purrs and I swear I have an instant erection.
“I’m glad you came.”
“I’m glad I came too.”
Now, this is starting to sound like a conversation I should be having with a hot piece of ass but she has no idea I really wish we were talking about something else. Upon closer inspection I can see that the top part of her dress is completely see through, too bad it stops before the boob area. I wouldn’t mind seeing what she’s got in her bra.
The dumb one walks off in search of a beer and Jenna looks as though she might actually let me talk to Elli without interrupting. She’s like a pitbull ready to attack at any moment. I can’t really blame her, if Elli were my friend I’d be all over her too.
What do I say to her? ‘You look so sexy I could just bend you over the couch with all these people watching’ or ‘God, I’d kill to be your underwear right now’? I should go for something a little more subtle. I don’t know what girls want to be told. Should I say she’s sexy or pretty? Beautiful maybe? I have no idea. Why am I so nervous? I feel my pits start to sweat just thinking about kissing her, even for a split second. Something about this girl is different and I knew that even before I took her out.
“You look amazing, fucking gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” She wants to add baby or sweetie but thinks better of it. She’s right, in normal circumstances that would get her taken out of contention right away. Somehow coming from her lips anything would arouse me. “Well,” she continues when she realizes I’m not going to say anything else, “I’m going to go say hi to Morgan.”
I watch her walk to the other side of the room where Morgan is barely able to stand. She only got here five minutes before Elli did but she’s already trashed. I don’t know how Zach lets her out of the house looking like that. Every guy in the place appreciates the scrap of fabric she has on. I swear it’s going to fall off her any second but she doesn’t care.
Morgan hands Elli a cup but she shakes her head. I find it sexy that she isn’t drinking and decide then and there that I’m not having any more. It’s kind of a stupid plan considering I’d only have to pass out in my bed after the party’s over but I wanna make sure everyone’s on their best behavior. Being half in the bag isn’t going to keep me on the straight and narrow either. Shit, that’s right out of my stepdad’s mouth. Now I feel like I need a drink just to forget I could think like him. I even heard it in his pretentious douchelord voice.
My attention turns back to Elli when she bends over to pick up her purse. It’s the same green one she had at school when I kissed her, I know because I accidentally grabbed it when I was going for her hip. I’m kinda surprised she didn’t bring a different one to match that sexy black dress. Way sexy, straight off an album cover or something. Holy shit, she’s never looked more like a rocker chick in her life. If she looked like this all the time I would know she’s just as obsessed with it as me.
I almost run to the speakers and disconnect whoever’s phone is playing, switching to Elli’s Spotify in the middle of a song. Every single person in the room gives me the stinkeye as girls peel themselves off guys they were grinding against. Hey, rap’s not my type of music, I just give them what they want. Personally I can’t even understand what these dudes are mumbling about. Right now the only person I care to impress is Elli and since I have to, her friends. Even the dumb one who might be sniffing Marc right now. Literally sniffing him. That girl’s not right in the head. Okay, so, at least the others. They’re the ones who have to like me. I get the feeling it’s more important to her than it’s been to any other girl I’ve tried to get with.
I pick just the right track and like it’s in slow motion, Elli spins around to face me as the song starts to play. I think I’m the proudest I’ve ever been that I put a smile that bright on her face. It’s one of those smiles that tightens the pants and the chest. If it were possible for me to fall in love I’d swear I was doing it with Elli. It’s not possible.
“Just for you,” I whisper as I walk past her to the guys on the deck. She doesn’t have a chance to respond and I leave it just the way I like it, with my girl wanting more of me.
“There’s Jagger! Where the hell is Marc?” Brewski slurs as soon as he sees me.
“No friggin’ clue. Last I saw, some chick was smelling him.” Honestly he could be standing ten feet from me and I wouldn’t know. Maybe if he were next to Elli I’d be able to locate him with my tunnel vision. She’s dancing with her girls and since she doesn’t know I can see her through the window she’s shaking her little ass all over the place. She’s got her hands over her head, standing as close as she possibly can to the bitchy one. I like Jenna but would it kill the girl to lighten up? I think about force-feeding her a beer just so she’ll have a good time. Then Elli can relax. From the second she told me Jenna was like her sister I knew I’d have to watch out for that one. Elli’s happiness depends on Jenna’s happiness. That much is clear. I gotta admit I’m liking the chick a little more as she slides Elli’s dress up her legs while they’re dancing. That I can get on board with.
Some bitch I don’t know is following me around like a lost puppy and every time I walk past she grabs my ass. Normally I’d be loving this so why am I not now?
“Cut it out,” I say for the last time.
“What? You like it.”
“Not right now I don’t.”
“Oh please, Jagger, I know all about you. Mindy told me.”
Mindy? Mindy? I’m racking my brain but nothing is coming. Do I even know a Mindy?
“You hooked up with her last weekend. She said you were the best she’s ever had. How can you not remember?”
“I’ve got other things on my mind, sorry.” I push past her admittedly a little proud. I’ve made it my mission to make as many girls say that as possible but for some reason it doesn’t feel as good as I thought it would. Right now I can only think about making one girl say that, a very sexy girl who came to the party just to see me.
I grab the soda I came in for and head back outside, making sure Elli sees the bottle in my hand. I’m not just the stories she’s heard, I’m completely capable of having fun without liquor, though, it’s been years since I actually did. If it wasn’t for our date on Monday I wouldn’t be sure I still could.
The crowd of guys on my deck reminds me of the way it was when life revolved around sports. Now Eric’s the only one who gives a shit because he sees baseball as his ticket out of town. I can’t blame him. His total inability to talk to women would make any guy crazy. The same sexy faces day after day knowing you can’t have them. Even when I hand him a golden opportunity the guy still fails.
The talk turns to girls like it always does but this time I have nothing to add.
“What’s your type then? ‘Cause I see lots of girls in there,” Zach says pointing inside. I couldn’t tell you who he’s talking to, I just came out of a little fantasy about Elli waking up in my bed wearing just her bra and some booty shorts, quite a sight. ...And this is bordering on obsession. I need to get that chick naked before I lose my fucking mind.
“I dunno, curly hair, tall, athletic.” Eric’s listing off Elli’s traits and not making eye contact with me. I knew that lying bastard was into her.
“Oh, like Courtney,” Jonah clarifies.
“Yeah, exactly like that.” Huh, okay, maybe he’s not into Elli like that. I don’t even care at this point.
“Curly hair for me too. I don’t know what it is,” Jonah says to no one in particular. “Cute but hot at the same time.”
Why are these two describing my girlfriend? They need to find girls of their own and quick. I don’t know if either of them stand a chance with her but I’m not going to find out.
Oh shit, did I really just say the g word? I couldn’t have, it’s not even possible. I don’t do girlfriends. I mean, I do other guy’s girlfriends but I don’t want one of my own. I can’t even commit to a hookup without a waiting period and there are absolutely no repeats. Once I’m done with a girl she’s gone, never to be seen again. It doesn’t matter if it’s just that one night or a string of nights, weeks, even months apart. The second it starts getting dramatic I cut the strings and send her on her way, making sure she forgets my number in the process. In this case, I can already tell, I’d go crawling back to Elli again and again if that’s what it took to keep her.
I don’t even sound like me anymore. I sound like a chick. No, I sound like Eric. Like a pussy. And this pussy is just the way I like them. ...Fucked.