Текст книги "Stalk Me"

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Sunday, May 22nd

Body shots!

11:30pm

“I still keep thinking about last night,” Cush tells me.

I snuggle up closer to him on the couch. “What do you think about tonight?”

He looks around the party taking place at his house. “We did good. Everyone we invited tonight is pretty cool. It’s a good mix of people, I think.”

“And there’s no drama.”

“That’s because Vanessa isn’t here causing any. No one is trying to hookup with anyone’s boyfriend. No one is crying because Vanessa made fun of them. RiAnne isn’t mad at Vanessa. There’s only twenty people instead of a hundred, and your boyfriend isn’t puking in the bathroom. Sander was always such a mess at parties.”

“Yeah, that probably is why.” I grab the front of his shirt and pull him straight to my lips. After I give him a juicy kiss, I say, “Speaking of a mess. I think it’s time we get messy. Really get this party started.”

I pull him up off the couch, drag him over to the long bar, and yell out, “Body shots!”

He picks me up and sets me on the bar, pours himself a shot of Patron, then grabs a lime and some salt.

He’s supposed to lick up my neck, but instead he pulls my shirt off. Everyone screams like I’d just stripped naked even though I’m wearing a bikini underneath.

Cush carefully balances the Patron shot in my cleavage. Then he slowly and deliciously runs his tongue across my stomach.

It tickles and makes me laugh, but it also seriously turns me on. Probably because my mind flashes back to some of the places his tongue was last night.

 He sprinkles salt on my stomach and puts a wedge of lime in my mouth.

“Crank the music up, Alex,” he yells.

Alex is sitting by the sound system’s controls. He eyes the stack of equipment, finds the right knob, and turns it up to we’re-going-to-be-deaf-when-we’re-old volume.

Cush does a goofy little strip tease dance and pulls off his shirt.

It’s hard for me not to stare at him. Lately I’ve been seeing the adorable, sweet, sexy, loving side of him, but there’s no denying that the boy has a hot body.

Everyone starts chanting, “Cush, Cush!”

He grabs my waist, licks the salt off my stomach, and flashes me a big grin. Then he buries his face in my cleavage, maneuvers the shot glass into his mouth, and tips it back.

He dramatically slams the empty shot glass on the bar, and then kisses me to get the lime.

He sucks on the lime, throws it into the sink, then kisses me again.

It’s a hard, deep, incredibly fiery kiss.

Guys are lining up girls on the bar, so Cush passes down the bottle.

I stand up on the bar and dance.

Monday, May 23rd

The biggest bitch of all.

12:30pm

I’m lounging in a chaise on the beach in front of my house, thinking I should’ve avoided the last two body shots last night.

But what can I say, licking salt off Cush’s abs was too impossible to resist.

I look at him. He’s out on a boogie board with a couple of the guys. I give him a little wave. He’s doing everything he can to make me happy. And last night we had so much fun. Cush has always been fun to party with, but being with him, having him hold me, kiss me, and take care of me made the party all that much better.

Everyone seemed to have fun. Beer pong, shots, dancing on the bar, hot tubbing until five am. We all crashed for a bit, then got up and headed here for breakfast. Everyone was pretty hungover and the big, greasy breakfast tasted amazing.

My phone starts to buzz again. I look down and see it’s not a text, it’s my alarm.

A smile breaks out on my face as I realize it’s finally time to spread the news. RiAnne and Vanessa should be sitting down at their prized lunch table right about now.

All alone.

I turn to Mandy and Alicia, who are lying in the chaises next to me. “This has been so much fun. We need to tweet about it, upload some party pics, and tag everyone on Facebook.”

“Maybe we should take a group photo?” Alicia suggests.

“GROUP PHOTO!” I yell to everyone.

We all line up on the beach, do some silly pics, and instantly post them.

“Maybe we should post a few of the ones I took last night of you dancing on the bar,” Alicia says.

“That’d be fun. I really feel sorry for everyone stuck at school. Today is like perfect. What a great way to blow off some steam before we have to start studying for finals,” Mandy says.

Alicia flips through her phone. “What do you think of this one?”

“That one’s good. My legs look skinny,” I laugh. “Although I look a little tipsy.”

“You were a little tipsy,” Mandy says. “But if I was licking salt off Cush’s abs, I would have been totally wasted. He’s so hot.”

“Um, thanks.” I think. I’m starting to think Mandy has a bit of a crush on Cush.

“The way you can dance, I’m surprised you’ve never tried out for dance team,” Alicia says.

“I thought about it, but Vanessa thought it would be lame of me.”

“Well you’re breaking free of Vanessa and her evil, bitchy ways, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. I just want to have a drama-free year next year.”

“You still gonna be dating Cush?” Mandy asks.

“I hope so. We’re having lots of fun. Saturday night was incredible.”

I tell them all the hotel details. Every detail he planned. How he’s already told me he loves me. I’m so bragging. I normally wouldn’t kiss and tell, but I get the feeling Mandy would offer herself up to Cush if given the chance.

My phone buzzes with a text from Vanessa. She texted me a couple times this morning, wondering why I wasn’t at school.

But this text is different.

She’s PISSED!

 “Oh, wow.”

“Is it Vanessa? What’d she say?” Mandy’s eyes light up. I think Mandy enjoys drama a little too much.

“She said, Do you really want to do this? Go up against me? You planned this, right? RiAnne and I sitting by ourselves, then you perfectly time the tweets and Facebook photos. I have to admit, I underestimated you.”

Mandy and Alicia laugh, joke, and trash talk Vanessa.

I don’t laugh with them. In fact, I barely register that they’re speaking because Brooklyn has just stepped foot onto the beach. He and Mark are dragging out their boards.

The girls follow my eyes. “Who’s that?”

“A neighbor. We surf together,” I say, but I sort of feel like my heart is shattering into a bunch of really small shards of glass, and those glass shards are trying to poke out through my chest. I wrap my hand tightly into a ball, trying to ward away the pain. I haven’t seen him since that night he asked me to go to Hermosa with him. I haven’t talked to him since our text fight, when he told me to grow up.

I have to go say something. At least Mark is there. I can pretend I’m just being nice, normal, friendly Keats.

I’m a bit hungover, but I have on big sunglasses, and I look good in a new bikini. “I’ll be back,” I tell the girls.

I jog down the beach. “Hey, Mark!”

Mark turns around. “S’up, girly. You having a party, and you didn’t invite me? Aren’t you supposed to be at school?”

“We decided to do an all-nighter last night, skip school, and hang here. We have finals this week; thought we’d blow off a little steam.”

“Sucks you didn’t come to Hermosa. We were so stoked. We met the coolest . . . ”

Brooklyn cuts him off. “Let’s get out there,” he says directly to Mark. I swear his eyes have looked directly at everything on the beach but me.

“Uh, sure,” Mark says, grabbing his board.

Just as they are almost in the water, Cush grabs me from behind. I was carefully studying every move Brooklyn made and did not hear him sneak up on me.

“Ahhhhh!” I scream.

Brooklyn turns around to see Cush pick me up and twirl me around. Then he drops my feet into the sand and kisses me.

It’s a long kiss, but I’ve yet to close my eyes. I’m still staring out at the ocean. Out at Brooklyn, specifically.

And Brooklyn chooses this exact moment to finally lock eyes with me. The look of disgust he gives me makes me feel like the broken shards from my heart are now flying into my eyes, piercing them.

And it pisses me off.

It’s not my fault we’re not together.

I didn’t leave him.

I didn’t hook up with someone else.

Um, okay, so I did, but that was only after he ditched me.

I decide it’s only fair to throw a few shards back in the jerk’s direction.

I leap up and wrap my legs around Cush’s waist. He grabs my butt to hold me up while kissing me. I close my eyes and get into the kiss. Start running my hands wildly through the back of his hair. Trying to show Brooklyn how much I like Cush. How what he did didn’t hurt me in the least. Because I’m happy, and lucky to be with a guy like Cush.

After our big PDA, Cush sets me down. “Want a piggyback ride?”

I don’t reply, just jump on his back, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss his shoulder while he runs back up the beach.

When I hop off his back, he turns to me and says with a smirk, “That probably pissed him off, huh?”

“Probably. Is that why you did it?”

“Yep.” Then he gives me the sweetest looking face ever and whispers, “Plus, I love you.”

I give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Well, I don’t care what he thinks,” I lie.

I want to look back at him, but I can’t bear to, so I change the subject. “Vanessa is super pissed.”

“We knew she would be.”

I grab my phone and read him what she said. Another text pops up on my screen. This one I don’t read to anyone.

Vanessa:  You might just be as big of a bitch as I am. Enjoy your day in the sun, Keatyn. None of those people are your friends, and I’ll ruin you. Pinky swear!

I think about what I just did to her. How I made her look at school. How I wanted to hurt her.

I look out in the water at Brooklyn and think about how I put on a show to make him feel bad. To hurt him.

I gulp and realize she’s right.

I may have become the biggest bitch of all.

Friday, May 27th

A herd of sheep.

1pm

Finally. School is out for the summer! We finished up the last of our finals, checked in our textbooks, and got out at noon.

Vanessa and RiAnne have been ignoring Cush and me at school this week. Not that I blame them. And it’s what I wanted, right?

It just doesn’t feel very good.

Cush and I went out to lunch with a bunch of the guys from his soccer team and some of their girlfriends. They were all going to spend the rest of the day at a nearby water park, but we decided to go back to my house and lay on the beach instead.

We’re tired. We both studied really hard for our tests, and I didn’t sleep well all week. I think my subconscious is trying to punish me for being a bitch by giving me horrible dreams.

Kym is in the kitchen working on her laptop when we wander in the house.

“Keatyn, let’s talk about your birthday.”

“My birthday? It’s not until August.”

“I know, but you’re going to be seventeen. Don’t you think it’s time we throw you a big bash? A Super Sweet Seventeen?”

Cush says, “That’d be tight. You didn’t have a Sweet Sixteen.”

“That’s because we went to Australia, and when I got home, they had remodeled my closet! It was my best birthday ever!”

“Aren’t you supposed to want a car when you turn sixteen? That’s when I got my car.”

“I get to drive the Rover and most of Tommy’s cars whenever I want, so I didn’t really need one for my birthday.”

“So what kind of party are you thinking, Kym?” Cush says. He seems enthralled with the idea, and Kym is eating it up.

“Well, I was going to ask the birthday girl what her dream party would be. But what do you think?”

Cush turns and looks at me. “I think you should rent out The Side Door. That place we go dancing. Get your friend to DJ, bring in some food. Invite everybody. It would rock.”

“Is that the club you go to on Thursday nights?”

“Yeah, it’s really fun. Huge. But I think for my birthday, I might just want something small. Maybe a nice dinner with the family or something.”

“What’s wrong with you lately?” Kym says. “Most girls would kill for a party like this. I’m talking dancing, rap stars, everyone cool from your school. You’re young. You’re beautiful. We need to introduce you to society.”

“You gonna marry me off for some beach property and a herd of sheep?”

“Aren’t you just hilarious? Come on, think big. What would you want?”

Cush says to Kym, “She’s having some trouble with Vanessa right now.” He turns to me. “Think about it, Keatyn. That place is huge. You wouldn’t have to invite just the popular people. You could be nice and invite everyone.”

“That’s true. I could. You’re brilliant.” I lean over and give him a kiss.

“I don’t have a man in my life right now,” Kym says flatly. “Or even a hot fling. So do not sit there and kiss in front of me. It makes me feel old.”

Cush and I stop kissing and laugh.

“You’re leaving for Grandma and Grandpa’s tomorrow, aren’t you?” Kym asks.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see them. Their ranch is so fun. Grandma is going to teach me how to make homemade pies this year. You know, Kym, Grandma says the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Maybe you need to learn to bake.”

Kym shakes her head. “If you ever see me baking for a man, promise you will hold an intervention and send me to rehab or something, because it will mean I’ve finally lost my mind.”

Wednesday, June 1st

Picture of your world.

9:50pm

Tomorrow night I’m going back home. I’ve had a great time relaxing at my grandparents’ ranch in East Texas.

Although, relaxing is definitely the wrong word.

When I’m here, I work all day long. Feeding the horses. Riding the horses. Brushing the horses. Helping Grandma cook. Hanging the sheets to dry on the clothesline outside. Grandma’s sheets smell so good. I wish I could bottle the scent and take it home with me.

Grandpa and I are sitting on the front porch drinking spiked lemonade. Grandpa says spiked lemonade is good for the soul.

“Sometimes it’s hard being the daughter of someone famous,” I tell him. I’ve been thinking a lot about friends lately. Damian’s off in Europe. Brooklyn isn’t speaking to me. Vanessa and RiAnne haven’t spoken to me either. I wanted to make a point. I wanted to show them that I was serious about wanting to be nicer to people. I wanted them to know I was fed up with them and the way they were behaving. And in the process, I behaved worse than they ever have. If it weren’t for Cush, I wouldn’t even want to go back to school. Honestly, having a tutor sounds pretty good right now.

Grandpa sips on his lemonade and looks out over his land. When he sets his glass down and starts rocking in his chair again, he says, “You need to get a bigger picture of your world.”

“What do you mean? I have a big picture of the world. I’ve traveled the world since I was a kid.”

Grandpa shakes his head. “Well, hotshot, just cause you’ve traveled the world, doesn’t mean you know jack shit about your world.”

“My world? I’m living in my world. I don’t get it.”

“At some point in their life, every person has to strike out on their own. I was on my own at sixteen, working cattle fields in Wichita, and then on oil rigs. I was my own man. You’re beginning on your journey of becoming who you’re going to be. You’re fixing to strike out on your own. You want to stop being Abby Johnston’s daughter and start being yourself? Stop bitching about it and do it.”

“That’s pretty deep for an old cowboy,” I tease.

He gets up, ruffles my hair – which is Grandpa-speak for I love you – and tells me it’s time to hit the hay.

Friday, June 3rd

A little naughty.

10am

Back at home, I’m still unpacking when Cush rings the doorbell. The girls and Nanny are at dance class, so I’m the only one home. I open the door, and Cush rushes in. He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, runs into my room, throws me on the bed, and attacks my face with kisses.

“Dang, what’s my greeting going to be like after I’ve been away in France for three weeks?”

Cush grins at me. “What can I say? I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah.” I grab my bag. We decided to go back to his house, where we’ll have total privacy. We’re going to hang by the pool and order in dinner.

On the drive over, he says, “Did I tell you I’m having a party tomorrow night? Remember I promised the soccer team one to celebrate our season and to thank them for making me team captain?”

A party?

A party where Cush will have girls all over him.

“So you want to break up with me?”

“What? No? Why would I want to do that? I love you.” He grabs my hand and kisses it.

“I’ll be gone for three weeks, Cush. You’re the guy who has a different girl at every party.”

“If you’re worried about me cheating on you, don’t be. I’m crazy about you. No way I want to screw that up.”

I must not look convinced because he says, “Look at my phone.”

I read down a long list of girls that have texted him. Girls telling him how hot he is. Girls wanting to hook up. Hang out. And some are even much more descriptive in telling him all the sexual things they want to do to him.

His reply to them all makes me happy. He may not have been my dream guy, but he sure is behaving like a dream guy should.

Sorry, I have a girlfriend. 

Some of the girls gave up quickly. A couple said, That sucks. He didn’t reply.

Others were more persistent, not really caring that he has a girlfriend. They tried to talk him into just hanging out. They told him they’ve missed him. Some even sent naked photos trying to prove their point.

To them, he replied again.

I have a girlfriend that I’m seriously in love with. Please don’t send me any more pictures. 

It makes me feel happy.

When we get to his house, I push him onto the couch, plop on his lap, kiss him, and run my hands all over him. Basically got him all hot and bothered.

Then I decide to be a little naughty.

I get up, slowly strip off my skirt in front of him, and let it drop to the floor.

Then I run into the kitchen, strip off my shirt, and toss it on the floor.

“I like this game,” Cush yells from behind me.

“If I’m going to be gone for three weeks, I ought to make today memorable.”

 I undo my bra in the game room, spin the strap around my finger, and let it fall to the ground.

He’s still on my tail.

I run out the glass doors to the deck, shedding my panties on the way, and slip into the pool being careful not to get my hair wet.

I’m floating on a raft completely naked when he bounds out the glass doors.

He grins really big and quickly strips off his clothes. Then he backs up, runs toward the pool, and does a big cannonball that completely drenches me.

I throw myself on him, like I’m mad at him.

But I’m not. I just want to kiss him. “Oh, now you’re in big trouble.”

“Speaking of big trouble,” he smirks, glancing downward at himself.

Saturday, June 4th

Whatever you want.

9:40pm

I’m on my way to the airport when I get a random text from Vanessa. We haven’t spoken or even texted since she promised to ruin me.

Vanessa:  Heard you’re headed out of town. You really should stop by Cush’s and say goodbye. He misses you. 

Red flags fly and warning bells go off in my head. I’m immediately worried.

First off, what the hell is Vanessa even doing at Cush’s party? He’s only having the soccer team and their dates. Why is she there?

Secondly, if she wants me there, it’s for one reason. She was serious about ruining me. Which means she’s hooking up with Cush and wants me to see it.

She wants to crush me.

Part of me wants to ignore her text, but the other part of me has to know.

Despite all his reassurances, would Cush cheat on me? And with Vanessa? He claims to hate her. And I just spent the entire day with him. We got up late, went out for pancakes, and then hung out by the pool most of the day. He told me he’d never do anything to screw up our relationship.

That he loves me.

I decide not to text her back. I’ll just show up.

I tell the driver we need to make a quick stop on the way to the airport.

I walk in Cush’s front door. Vanessa is standing near the entry kissing on Alex.

This immediately confuses me. So I look for RiAnne. Maybe Vanessa got her to do the dirty work.

But then I spot her, sitting on the couch between two cute soccer players.

“Where’s Cush?” I say to Alex, purposely avoiding eye contact with Vanessa.

Vanessa says in a sickeningly sweet voice, “I think I saw him go up to his bedroom. He looked pretty messed up.”

Now that’s even weirder.

He locks his bedroom before every party, and he never gets drunk.

“Thanks,” I say.

I walk up the stairs, feeling like I’m walking into a trap.

I stand outside his door and listen.

My palms feel sweaty, my heart is pounding, and my stomach is tying itself in knots.

I mentally prepare myself for the worst and open the door.

And even though I thought I was prepared for the worst, I still can’t believe my eyes.

Cush is sitting in his desk chair. His shorts are down around his ankles, and Mandy is on her knees giving him head.

Now I know what Vanessa wanted me to see.

Part of me wants to close the door, walk out, leave the party, and never come back.

But I’m not really that kind of girl.

Vanessa thought I’d slink away into the darkness, and everyone would laugh about how Cush used me. They’d say how stupid I was.

I may not be able to control what he does, but I damn well can control how I react. I’m not letting them get away with it. If I’ve learned one thing from hanging out with Vanessa, it’s how to put on a happy face and hide my true feelings.

“Surprise!” I yell. “Thought I’d stop and say goodbye before I left town!”

Cush looks at me. “Key . . . ” He looks down at Mandy like he just realized she was there, and swats at her like she’s an annoying fly. “Get off me.” Then he looks back up at me and says, “I lob you.”

Mandy stops what she’s doing and shrugs her shoulders. “Sorry, Keatyn, I didn’t think you were going to be here.”

Meaning she’s not the least bit sorry.

I’m so pissed I can barely see straight. “GET OUT OF HERE!” I yell at her.

She holds up her hands. “Hey, it’s not my fault your boyfriend cheated on you before you even left town.”

Cush’s chin drops to his chest. What’s wrong with him? What did Vanessa say? That he was messed up. That doesn’t make sense. Cush never does drugs or gets drunk.

“What’s wrong with him? What did you do to him?” I ask the snake, Mandy.

She laughs. “I just put a little something in his drink to loosen him up.”

I take two big steps and pin her against Cush’s door.

“What did you give him?”

“Just some valium. He’ll be fine. He was loving it before you walked in.”

“How many?”

“I don’t know, three, maybe four.”

That bitch. She drugged him? And now she’s standing there looking all smug about it. Looking at her smug face, a fierce anger boils inside me. I back a step away from her then punch her right in the nose. Hard.

There’s a loud pop and blood starts cascading down her face. I grab her nasty blonde extensions, pull her out the door, and down the stairs.

“Stop it, that hurts,” she whines, but she has no choice but to follow me. I barely notice that she’s leaving a trail of blood behind us.

Vanessa is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. She says sweetly, “Anything I can do to help?”

I push the girl toward Vanessa and reply with the same sweetness. “Could you please take out the trash?”

I survey the partygoers, who have all turned to watch, and point to Alicia. This time, I use my bitch voice. The voice you use when you’re being polite to someone but totally slamming them right to their face. “And don’t forget Alicia over there. Alicia, honey, you better come help your friend. She seems to be bleeding.”

Alicia doesn’t move.

“Now!” Vanessa says. “Or do you want to bleed too?”

Alicia quickly gathers up their purses and leads Mandy toward the door. Mandy turns around and yells, “Fuck you.”

“No, thanks,” Vanessa says as she slams the door behind them.

I run back up the stairs. Cush hasn’t moved. He’s still sitting in his desk chair with his shorts down around his ankles.

“Cush, look at me.”

He looks up and smiles. “Keat-un, I lobe you.”

His pupils are so big I can barely see the color of his eyes.

“We need to fix your pants.”

He looks down, seems confused by the fact that he has on no pants, and nods vaguely.

“Stand up, okay? I’m going to help you.”

He stands up, and I pull up his shorts.

I realize I do need Vanessa. I can’t handle this shit alone. I thought I could make my own group. A group of people that would just be friends, not have hidden agendas. I thought Mandy was sweet.

I was very wrong.

Not only that. I feel like it’s my fault. My fault that Mandy did this to Cush. Like she was trying to prove something.

I grab a glass of water from his bathroom sink. “Try to drink this. I’ll be right back.”

I hurry back downstairs and see everyone has gone back to partying.

I find Vanessa sitting on Alexander’s lap.

She sees me, kisses Alex on the cheek, and says, “Give me just a minute” and pulls me aside. “Someone is always going to want what we have, Keatyn. It’s why I work so hard to protect it.”

I look around at the party and know she’s right. “I was nice to her.”

“Whatever you want, I’ll do. I know we’ve had our differences lately, but you’re my best friend.”

“Help me get everyone out of here.”

“Like end the party?”

“Yes. Now. She drugged him. I’m really worried.”

“And what about the girl? You gonna let her get away with that?”

“I’m pretty sure I broke her nose. I didn’t let her get away with it.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

I look into her eyes. I know what she means, and for the first time in our friendship, she’s asking me for permission.

I copy Vanessa’s stance. I stand up straighter, tilt my chin in the air, and nod my head. “Do it. Destroy her.”

“And Cush?”

“It’s not his fault.”

Vanessa pulls me into a hug,

RiAnne rushes over to us. “Ohmigawd, you two made up. I’m so happy. You have no idea how much stress this caused me. If I have wrinkles at thirty, it’s your fault.” She pulls us into a group hug.

“Turn around and face the crowd, ladies,” Vanessa says. “We have an audience.”

Vanessa and RiAnne get everyone out of the house while I get Cush into the limo. As soon as everyone’s gone, I lock the house and set the alarm.

Then I call James.

“Where are you?” he asks. “You should be in the air by now.”

“Slight change of plans. Can you let the crew know that I have to reschedule?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Cush got drugged at a party. I stopped to say goodbye. I’m scared, James.”

“Are you taking him to the hospital?”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Is he responsive?”

“What do you mean?”

“When you talk to him, does he respond?”

“Kinda, I got him to drink some water and walk out to the limo.”

“Okay, do you know what he took?”

“He didn’t take anything. Someone put valium in his beer. So he probably had two beers and three or four valium.”

“Bring him here. I’ll have our doctor come to the house to check him out.”

I sigh with relief. “Thank you. I didn’t know what to do.”

“You’re doing the right thing, honey. It’ll be okay.”

I hang up the phone and start crying. Today I was supposed to get away from it all. Instead, my boyfriend’s messed up, he cheated on me, and I’m pretty sure I just made a deal with the devil.

Cush leans his head on my shoulder.

I grab his hand and rub it. “It’ll be okay, Cush. You’re gonna be okay, and we’re gonna make her pay.”