Page 7 of Broken Prince

“So, what if I am?” I say, with a shrug. He eyes me suspiciously before turning to drop down beside me.

“You do know she hits the track for a couple of hours on a Friday?” he says, bumping his shoulder against mine. A group of girls walk past eyeing me up and down, giggling to one another. “You’ve got more chance catching her at the party tonight.”

“Party?” I turn to face him, the words piquing my interest.

“Yeah, the party Donny is throwing tonight at his place,” he says with a shrug, I cock my head to the side. I’ve not heard anything about a party, but then again, it’s not something usually on my radar. I turn my attention back toward the school, but there’s no sign of her.

“We going?” Brantley asks with an eager expression as he jumps down off the hood of the car. The thought of the party must be fucking with him as he jumps up and down like an excited puppy.

“Fuck it, let’s party.”

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I slow down,looking for somewhere to park, and it takes a couple of minutes before I find a spot near the tree line. Maneuvering the car so I don’t accidentally run someone over, I crawl into the space. Brantley jumps out before I’ve even had the chance to put the car in park. I climb out, shaking my head, trying to spot his crazy ass in the crowd. The party has spilled outside, bodies are bumping and grinding against each other as the bass of the music from inside trembles the ground below my feet.

I slink my way through the crowd, and I get the occasional “Hey” or fist bump from some of the guys I’ve gotten to know. Girls push up on me as I pass through a group of them, giggling their heads off—which does fuck all for me. I pass a particular handsy one off to a guy that walks past us, and she sticks her bottom lip out at me with a pout as she flutters her eyelashes. I roll my eyes, heading toward the door.

The music is even louder inside, bodies gyrate against one another. The sounds of fucking coming from a corner hidden in the shadows catches my attention, and I squint my eyes. A girl is pushed up against the wall, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she moans. The person in front of her thrusts into her with sloppy movements, not caring that there’s a room full of people and the chance something can end up on social media. But damn, I’ve got to give it to these fuckers, they know how to party. I push through the crowd of bodies in search of a drink. I get a few more head nods off some of the guys I pass, they’re dancing with some of the girls I’ve seen around campus.

“Hey, gorgeous, come and find me later on if you want the ride of your life,” a dark-haired girl says, pushing her tits out and wrapping her hands around the back of my neck.

“No thanks, I’m good,” I say as I pull her hands off me and move her to the side. Dismissing her instantly, she growls something, but I don’t pay her any attention, I see the lights beaming in the kitchen at the far side of the room.

“Fuck you, asshole, I’d have been the best fuck you ever had!”

I turn to face her, a nasty smile on my face. “I very much doubt that, but surely someone around here wouldn’t mind fucking a desperate bitch.”

She screams abuse at me, and I chuckle as I give her my back and push through the final obstacle. Finally, I make it into the kitchen, where laughter fills the air as a shit load of people pour themselves drinks.

“What took you so long, man?” Brantley bounds up to me with two red cups in his hands. With a huge grin on his face, he passes one off me to me and I look at the contents of it. I give it a cautionary sniff, my nose wrinkling at the god-awful smell coming from inside it. “Kylo, dude, c’mon. I know you drunk a lot worse when we were younger, so put your stuffy-ass rich-boy persona in its box and let's show these fuckwits who you really are.”

“I don’t think them seeing that’s a good idea,” I mumble, swallowing the contents of the cup in one go. I start coughing at the nasty ass taste as soon as it hits my stomach, Brantley laughs as my eyes start to water. “To answer your first question, some dark-haired girl was throwing herself at me.”

“Who?” he asks wiggling his eyebrows, I shrug in answer because I haven’t got a clue who she was.

“I thought you wanted to party?” I say with a joking lilt to my voice that pulls his attention back to the current and not what happened when I came in.

I laugh as he takes off running back to the island, the marble surface has disappeared under the number of bottles lining it. Brantley shakes his ass with a huge grin on his face while shouting “Shots” at the top of his lungs. It doesn’t take long for everyone else to pick up the chant, the words thundering over the top of the music and drowning it out.

Brantley passes me a shot, lifting his in the air. I smile and do the same, a smirk tipping the edges of my mouth as I put the glass to my lips and toss it back. Everyone cheers, doing the same with their own drinks. Before I get my now empty glass down, the fucker is passing me another, with a challenge dancing in his eyes. Oh, so he wants to play that game? Fuck it, he can clean up the mess I leave in my wake.

I neck the next five shots he continues to pass me. Not like I’m complaining, the buzz I’m getting is awesome, but I think I need to switch back to the shitty ass beer for a while. He was right, I have drunk worse than this when we went to parties back home. He nods his head to the doors that lead out into the garden, I drop my cup on the floor. Following him out into the garden, the party is in full swing back here. But it looks more like an orgy than anything else, couples are fucking everywhere, even in the pool. There’re guys and girls, guys on guys, girls on girls. I bark out a laugh as Brantley stares at the guy who’s got one of the swim team members bent over a chair.

“Bet you wish that was you, don’t you?” I chuckle, his head whips round to me, a huge grin on his face.

“I wish it was us,” he says with a laugh, his eyes sparking with mischief. I can’t help but laugh too. I’ve got to give him his dues, he’s a persistent fucker. No matter how many times I tell him he hasn’t got the right equipment for me, he still continues to try to get his hands on my dick. “Yeah, yeah. I know, but fuck me, dude, I haven’t been laid in so long.”

I laugh my ass off at his pouting as he continues to sulk, even after the guys have finished. He huffs, pulling a smoke from his pocket. He runs it under his nose, taking a big whiff of it, and I laugh harder, the alcohol buzzing around my veins. He lights up, the familiar smell of weed takes me back to the days when we both used to do everything we could to avoid going home. My life wasn’t as bad as what Brantley’s was, but I hated going back to my house because I always felt like I didn’t belong.

“Your girl’s over there.”

The words have my head whipping to my left. Brantley’s staring out toward the end of the garden, he points. My eyes follow his line of sight, finding her hiding in the shadows next to a huge oak tree. My breath hitches in my throat as I look over her. Fuck my life.

The lights shine off her leather pants, and she has her usual boots on. Her tank is ripped, the holes making it look more like a crop top. Her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head, but a few loose strands have escaped it and are blowing in the light breeze. She stamps her foot again, grinding her heel into the ground. Her hands close into fists and then open again, as she chews on her bottom lip.

“Does she always look so mad at the world?” I ask. After a minute of silence, I turn to face Brantley who is frozen, his eyes on her with a furrowed brow. “You planning on coming back to earth, bro?” I ask, waving my hand in front of his face.

“Here,” he says passing me a fresh joint, my brows hit my hairline and he scoffs. “For her idiot, take her a beer too. She looks like she could use one.”

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