Page 263 of Obsession

She squealed and hugged me, careful not to ruin the white and purple manicure she’d just given herself. I wouldn’t mind a new manicure either, because my black color had already cracked.

“Wait, where are you two coming from?” she asked Harris, frowning, and he grinned. “You showed her?”

She punched his shoulder, and as little as she was compared to him, it sounded pretty painful. Harris rubbed his arm.

“Jay, Ty, he showed her the car without us,” she called out, seemingly annoyed by the fact, and Jay immediately turned his head.

He was sitting on the couch, looking exactly like a weasel.

“What?”

Ty had his headphones on, so he didn’t hear anything, and Jay threw a controller at him.

“I can’t believe you did that. You promised we’d show her together,” V scolded, wanting to hit him again, but this time he caught her.

I watched the whole thing, not knowing how to react, especially when Jay and Ty joined her, also furious with Harris.

He almost threw me over his shoulder and ran into his room to get away from them. We were both laughing as he locked the door.

“So it was a team effort.”

“Yeah, they helped me with the mods and custom tuning.”

There was a loud bang on the door.

“Asshole,” V muttered, then I heard her leave and chuckled.

Harris shook his head and looked at the door.

“I think they were just as excited to show it to you as I was, but I wanted it to be just the two of us.”

I understood him, and I also liked the fact that it was just the two of us.

“What’s this party I’m hearing about?” I asked, wanting to change the subject of “gifted cars”.

“At Mike’s house. He graduated last year, so you don’t know him from school.”

He’d mentioned him before.

“Is he one of the track people?”

“Of course,” he replied, as if it should go without saying.

I noticed him rummaging through his desk drawers and bit my lip as I wiggled my knee.

“So, is there going to be a race?” I asked, still not moving from the center of the room as I watched him pull out an iPad and a few other things.

“No. Actually, it depends on how drunk they get, but it should be a normal teenage party. You know, as normal as a bunch of crazy, hormone-driven kids full of drugs and alcohol can be,” he explained.

I liked the idea of a party like that, and I really needed it.

“Harris,” I said, continuing to bite my lip as I wondered what the hell he was doing.

“Yeah?” He turned to me, and I touched the spot on my arm where the red dot should have been.

I realized I desperately needed a fix, and with Harris being a constant drug around me, the desire for him mixed with the need for drugs created an even stronger demand.

He smiled and shook his head as he walked toward me.

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