Page 3 of A Taste of Whiskey
Chad stepped closer, holding the joint up to her lips. “Go on. Take a hit.”
“I don’t want to.” She pushed his hand away. She might be new to rebellion, but she wasn’t a wallflower. She’d learned a thing or two from her tough brothers.
“What are you afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid of anything.” She saw the black-haired boy stalking toward them.
“Then take a hit,” Chad challenged.
“Dude, she said no,” the black-haired boy said sternly.
“Chill, Moore. I’m just trying to get her to loosen up.”
“There are plenty of other girls you don’t have to ply with weed to get laid,” Moore said.
“Whatever, man. She’s a Goody Two-shoes anyway.”
As Chad walked away, the other boy turned a dark stare on her. “He’s got a point. What’re you doing here?”
She narrowed her eyes, irritation mounting inside her. “What do you think I’m doing here?”
“I think Little Bo Peep lost her sheep and she wandered into a wolf’s den.”
She held his gaze, refusing to back down. “For your information, I came here on purpose.”
“That’s big talk for a Goody Two-shoes.”
“I’mnota Goody Two-shoes.”
He scoffed. “I know a Goody Two-shoes when I see one. I bet you’ve never even been to a party before.”
“I have too.” She wasn’t about to let some hot, jerky boy get the best of her.
“Unchaperoned?” He cocked a grin.
“I go to parties alone all the time.” It wasn’t a lie. She arrived at parties alone and met her friends there.
“Yeah? Do they have pony rides and piñatas at your parties?”
She glowered at him. “I’m fifteen, not five.”
He arched a brow. “Is that right?”
“Yes, and I’m not the goody-goody you think I am.”
“You’ve been holding that same cup of beer since you got here. I bet you’ve never even drank before.”
“Shows how much you know.” She’d tasted beer before. She just didn’t like it. To prove her point, she took a gulp of her beer, filling her cheeks before sucking it down, trying not to flinch at the bitter taste.
A rough laugh tumbled from his lips. “So you’re not a goody-goody?”
“Nope.” She was proud of herself for that little lie, which was feeling more like the truth as she took another drink.
His eyes narrowed, and he dragged his gaze down the length of her, causing a wild flutter in her chest. “I don’t know, Bo Peep. I’m still getting that goody-goody vibe. I bet you’ve never even kissed a guy before.”
“I have too!” She hoped her burning cheeks didn’t give that lie away.
“Yeah?” He stepped closer, his dark eyes drilling into her.
