Skeletons in the Closet - faze1315 Yeahright (rm book recommendations .txt) 📗

a way of taking a bite of a man’s heart, like what I was doing with this apple. I took another bite. “She should be dead by now.”
“You can say that again,” Taylor laughed. “Once she was hit by a fucking bus.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Last year, she just made fun of someone so everyone was there. Her and her friends were walking off, but she dropped her purse. BAM! The bus hit her,” Taylor shook her head and took a bite of a piece of cake. “The luckiest thing I have ever seen.”
“What happened to her?”
“She didn’t get a scratch on her. But there was a huge dent on the bus.”
“Wicked,” I threw the apple in a trash can. James sat down at our table and slammed his head against the top. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Mid-terms,” he pushed the bangs away from his eyes. “They are next week and I haven’t learned a thing. I been blanking out everything the teachers say.”
I grabbed hold of his shoulder, “Study.” There was little spark in our touch, nothing like what Casey and I have. I turned to look at him, but he was already staring over here. His eyes glimmered in a way that said ‘why is there still space between us’. I dug my nails into the chair to keep myself in the chair. Heat seared my body, finding place to cause my body shake with desire.
“Alex! Are you even listening to me?” Taylor snapped her fingers in front of my face. When I turned back towards him, he already had his arm wrapped around Taylor again, placing sweet kisses on her forehead.
“Not really. Can you say it again?”
“I was saying, I heard there is a party at Greg’s place tonight. All invited. Are you going?”
“Haven’t heard about it until now.”
“Really? Everyone has been talking about it, you can’t bring up something without the party getting mentioned.”
“Well maybe I just haven’t paying attention,” I shrugged and grabbed a bag of chips off of James’ plate. I smiled sweetly at him and plopped a chip in my mouth. “Are you going?”
“Hell, yes. It will be one of the biggest parties ever. Do you need me to pick you up?”
“Yeah, sounds fun,” the bell rung above us and we all parted.

I changed into some blue jean shorts and a white tank. I grabbed my red vest and laced up my boots. I made sure to put on the shocking red lipstick; by the time I was done the bell rung. I ran down the stairs, but Justin beat me to it. “Is Alex here?”
I bumped Justin away with my hips and looked Jenna over. She had raven black hair and hazel eyes. She wore some skin tight jeans and a blouse that showed a lot of cleavage. “You look awesome.”
“Trust me; I am not the one who is going to break hearts tonight.” I turned around and gave Justin a kiss on the cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark on his cheek.
“Don’t stay out past one!”
I waved him goodbye as Jenna pulled out of the drive way. It didn’t take long for us to get to Greg’s house and when we did we had to park a few blocks down to even find a parking spot. There is not many places for teens to hang out here, so when there is a party. It is a huge thing.
We pasted many drunken couples hiding in the shadows and druggies around a makeshift fire. You could hear the music from two blocks down, even with human ears. Walking up to the house could easily make you go deaf, but the music thumped in your ear and rocked your body.
It was difficult to make your way into the house, much less room to move around. “I am going to find something to drink, want anything?”
“No, thanks,” we walked separate ways. I eventually found the patio that was just as packed as the inside. I made my way toward the pool where a couple of kids swam around in the nude. But mostly everyone here is already super drunk and doesn’t notice. I don’t mind the nudity, but turn away anyways.
“You’re not a party kind of person,” Casey walked up to me and handed me a beer. He had a green button up shirt and black loose fitting jeans. His smile was very nervous, but it made my heart flutter still.
I wanted to turn my head or flip him off, but instead, “I like one-on-one kind of parties,” I tucked my hair behind my ear, “these are a little bit out of my comfort zone.”
“You will like it better when half the people here have passed out,” he took a sip of beer. “Do you like to dance?” Without letting me answer, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back inside. We walked in what looked like the living room, with furniture pushed back, to make it a dance floor. I chugged my beer as he pulled me toward the dance floor and placed it on a table.
Casey wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I stumbled into him, “I am not a great dancer.” I placed me arms around his neck. He rocked my hips back and forth. I let the music grab and squeeze me in a choke hold. I followed the girls around me and let the music control me.
After a few beers and a couple songs, I got a hang of dancing. “I will be right back,” Casey whispered in my ear. He let me go and pushed through the crowd. I noticed that the beer had no effect on me and I still felt very sober, but I wanted to dance.
I didn’t get out much because I was always moving or in the shadows. I didn’t want to be in the shadows; I kicked the beer bottles off the table and climbed on. I rocked my body and swung my hands in the air. I heard a few cheers and whistles. After a while a couple of students climbed on the table with me, some girls, but mostly boys.
I danced with most of them, but hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me off the table before I could dance with the last one. “I think you had enough dancing,” Casey smiled down at me and carried me outside.
“But I was having fun,” I whined and hit his chest lightly. I tried getting out of his hold on me, but Casey’s arms wrapped around me tighter and pulled me to his chest.
“I know you were having fun, but maybe just a little bit too much.” He let me down, but still had his hands on my waist. The coolness in the air cleared my mind and I looked down at his hands. When I looked up, we were standing inches apart, sharing the same air. The thought excited me, caused goose bumps on my skin. The desire to press my body to his ran through my blood, but Zila blocked that. She growled in protest, but she backed off.
“Where is your girlfriend?” Casey didn’t flinch; he knew this question was coming soon.
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he took a step closer to me and placed a hand on my cheek, “It is all for show.” His thumb created circles on my cheek and made my skin blush.
“Then why did you say that we should stop talking?” I placed my hand on top of his. I hated how vulnerable he made me feel. I had the strength to uproot a tree, but standing this close to him knocked out the air out of my chest and made my knees go weak.
He let his forehead fall onto mine and sighed, “I will tell you one day.” He wrapped me in his arms; I didn’t complain, instead I cuddled closer to him. I inhaled his scent, minty chocolate.
“Why can’t you…” I was cut off by his lips brushing against mine. They were soft as velvet. I closed my eyes and leaned in for more, which he didn’t object to. Are lips met again, but with more certainty. My toes curled and the hairs on the back of my neck. I reached up and ran my hands through his hair, feeling the soft strands of hair wrap around my finger, kissed the tips, and let go.
I bite his lip and tugged on his hair. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue plunge in. Our tongues dance to together, tasted each other, and repeated the process. A moan escaped his lips, giving me the courage to give more.
I grabbed his shirt and backed up into a tree. He lifted my legs and I wrapped them around him. He pushed me into the tree, rubbing against the insides of my legs. He tugged on my hair, pulling my head back so he can see my neck. He kissed down my neck and up my jawline. My hands ran down his chest and up his back, trying to feel every muscle shiver with pleasure.
I rested my head on his forehead, listening to both of us gasp for breathe. I looked up at Casey and a blush ran up my cheeks. “I don’t know what to say.”
He ran his hand in my hair and down my cheek, “You are very beautiful. To the point that sometimes it feels like I can’t hold myself back.” He chuckled and gave me a light kiss on the lips. I slowly unwrapped my legs from around him and pulled my hand out of his hair.
He grabbed my hand and entwined out fingers. We walked back to the party, coming out of the shadows of the trees above us. I didn’t even remember him taking me to the forest. I stepped over some leaves and back into the light of the house.
The scent of blood hit me; it was so strong I was surprise Zila didn’t notice early. I stopped in my tracks and shook my head. I could feel Zila wanting to come out, needing to come out. She bit my insides and gave me a killer headache. I stumbled into Casey, “I need to go home.”
I stumbled away from him and ran around to the front of the house. “There you are Alex,” Jena came down the steps. She was to close; I smelt the blood pulsing through her veins. I could feel the hunger in my stomach grow.
“I am going home, don’t need a ride, but thanks,” I called over my shoulder while running down the street. Zila took over my body and we fell to the ground. I could hear footsteps run from behind me, but they were muffled from inside my soul.
“Alex are you ok?” No, no, no. Zila turned around and bared her teeth. Her eyes glowed yellow, but he didn’t panic. He tried staring down her down, but Zila wanted blood. She was long overdue for blood. She ran up to him in blinding speed and slashed him down the gut.
I tried to take control, but she tossed me aside like a drag doll. I tried again, but a bright light glowed blinding me and Zila. It took me a moment to blink away the green dots floating around my vision. “Alex I know you are in there,” Casey called out to me. I tried looking again, what I saw shocked me to the core.
Casey’s skin glowed bright golden, he floated a couple of feet off the ground, and wings sprouted from his back. I stared at his beauty. His chest was bared and he wore loose white pants. I couldn’t stop staring at his eye