KAYLA

I groaned as we pulled up to Matt's house, my hand on the door handle before Jimmy had even fully put his Jeep in park. This had better be a real fucking emergency, considering I had been having a wonderful time with Jimmy and then the phone call of doom forced our date to abrupt halt. Want to know what I'm talking about? Let's recap then, shall we?

"You're amazing, Ginny. My perfect prefect!" He shouted gleefully, rhyming 'perfect prefect" in a sing song way as he played with a strand of my hair. I giggled, scrunching my nose up at him. "You're not going to give up on calling me Ginny, are you?" I asked, only half serious. I didn't give a shit what he called me as long as he kept closing the distance between us.

He shook his head, winking at me. "Nope! You're my Weasley girl, mine!" He pulled me against him, smothering me in a hug that immediately turned into a heated battle of dominance between our tongues. We had spent a little time at Johnny's Saloon after my shift, throwing back some shots and chatting with some of the regulars, and then decided that the park was the next best step.

We had discovered, after playing tag around the jungle gym and challenging each other to a distance competition by jumping off of the swings that the merry-go-round was the perfect place to snuggle up and watch what few stars we could actually see through the haze of city lights. It was perfect, just the two of us, and we had let our inner children run free.

Now, however, we were wrapped around each other and things were heating up faster than an out-of-control forest fire. I had lost my shirt before he'd taken his off, and his fingers fumbled with my bra clasps as mine danced with his belt buckle. "Fucking...piece of...shit," he mumbled against my mouth, battling those pesky clasps and losing. Badly.

I laughed, reaching back and shooing his fingers away so that I could get the damn thing off. Just as I released the clips and started lowering my bra down, a teasingly playful smile on my lips, his phone started shouting at us from the merry-go-round. He groaned loudly, the frustration nearly ripping out of his jeans, and covered his face with his hands. I slapped him on the arm and gestured to the phone. "It's Riles, pick it up. It might be important," I said, feeling the back pockets of my jeans and realizing my phone was probably back in his Jeep.

His slid his finger over the screen and clicked the green call button, and then immediately switched it to speaker phone. "Hey, Riles, what's up?" He licked his lip and started teasing me through my jeans, forcing me to roll my hips against his erection. "Hey, um, I need your help with something..." I heard her voice trail off and frowned, but quickly shook it off as I ground my core against him, causing his face to flush red as he held back his moan.

"Yea, what's up?" He squeaked, biting down on his knuckle and playfully glaring up at me, his lustful eyes calling me a dirty girl. I bit my lip and twirled a lock of hair around my finger. "So, I uh, kind of, sort of, quite possibly, might have definitely..." "Spit it out Riley!" I shouted, halting my movements. "I'm pretty sure I knocked Shadows out..." I froze and locked confused eyes with Jimmy's.

"What does that even fucking mean, Riles?!" I groaned, reclasping my bra and earning a desperate look from Jimmy. I rolled my eyes and smirked before pulling my shirt back on. "Riley?" "Yea, yea, I think Zacky and Danielle just rolled up. I just need you guys to get here. Ah, fuck." She hung up, and I pulled myself to my feet with one of the bars. "Come on, babe. Let's go find out if Riley killed Matt." I heard his defeated sigh as he pulled himself up, and vowed to beat the shit out of Riley if this was a crank call.

So now that we're up to the present, here's what really happened. Apparently, Matt had been checking out some other pussy online, and she got pissed off. Typical Riley. Well she had decided to give him a sort of lap dance to prove that she was the superior sex and could woo Matt right off of his feet. Sort of a nice gesture, I suppose. For a stripper. But then again, Riley was her own brand. Anyways, I guess she got really in to this dry humping thing she had going on, and when she tried some crazy ass Flashdance move, she pushed the chair backwards and Matt cracked his head pretty fucking hard on the concrete. Thus, knocking him out cold next to the beer bottle that shattered when he fell, painting a wonderful picture that resulted in Riley cracking him in the noggin with a bottle. Which would have been just as believable, mind you.

"Riley, what the fuck made you think you were a stripper?" I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose as Zacky and Jimmy tried to wake Matt from his slumber. Danielle had tried to to help, but when she pulled out her perfume, saying that she'd seen in some random show that smelling salts wake up an unconscious person, she more or less just spilled it all over his mouth and into his nose.

Which was pretty effective, considering Matt sat up like he was fucking Frankenstein, sputtering and shrieking. So I guess she did help, after all. Huh. Riley shrugged, her stance completely relaxed like nothing had even happened. "I don't know. They had a marathon the other day. You know. Dirty Dancing, Flashdance, Show Girls. Shit like that. Anyways," she paused to take a swig of her beer, "I thought it was fucking hot as hell. So I tried it." Her nonchalance was almost alarming sometimes.

I shook my head and sighed, turning around to face the guys. Zacky had tried rinsing Matt's face with water he'd scooped out of the pool, which completely back fired because of some weird effect between the perfume and chlorine, causing him to start retching. Jimmy had then proceeded to just use the water hose, aiming it at Matt and twisting the multi-use nozzel to full blast. Which worked. But Matt was fucking fuming.

"WHAT THE FUCK, JIMMY?!" Jimmy was doubled over, laughing so hard that he had actually drawn one leg up. Matt angrily wiped the water from his face and then turned his attention on us when he heard Riley and me snickering. "You!" He shouted, pointing in our direction. I stepped to the side, leaving Riley wide open. "What the fuck?!"

I looked over my shoulder at Riley, and she shrugged with a meek smile. "My bad?" I snorted and stepped away further. No fucking way would I stand in the line of that fire. Matt walked up to her, huffing angrily, and then suddenly, a wide grin split across his face. "That shit was fuckin' hot! Where in the fuck did you learn to dance like that?" I groaned and took a hit off of my cigarette, walking away from the two sick lovebirds.

I looked down at my watch, noticing the late hour, and sighed. I looked up into Jimmy's hopeful face and smiled. "What?" He reached a lanky arm out and draw in Zacky and Danielle, all of which had cheesy Cheshire grins. "What?" My tone had immediately switched from playful to defensive, not sure I wanted any part of whatever drug they'd taken.

"Want to take shots?" Jimmy asked, and as if on cue, Danielle and Zacky pulled out liquor and shot glasses from behind their backs. I chuckled and nodded, gesturing towards the house. "Lead the way." Danielle squealed and Zacky chased her into the house, causing her to jump and giggle along the way, and Jimmy draped his arm over my shoulders so that he could walk with me.

"I've had a really great time tonight," he said, smiling softly. "Had?" I asked, looking straight ahead. "Had would mean the night is over. And it's definitely. Not. Over." I said seductively, reaching over and tugging on his jeans. He moaned and kissed the top of my head before leading me into the kitchen.

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