Say You'll Stay

**Lucas**

“There he is!” my best friend Joel yells out from across the room.

I just got to a party at someone’s house on the lake. After a while, you stop finding out who the house belongs to and wait until you see the family pictures on the wall and hope their parents or cops don’t show up. I scan the room until I find him standing next to Katrina Vandenburg. I’m *pretty sure* this is her parents’ house, considering they have more money than anyone else in a hundred-mile radius.

But you never know.

Katrina is easily the hottest girl in school. Cheerleaders, am I right? She knows exactly what she has with long blonde hair, toned and tanned legs, and the type of ass that will guarantee her a pro baller husband and the life of luxury she’s already accustomed to. Thing is, for now, she’s got her deep blue eyes locked on me, and her lip between her teeth.

And I plan to take everything she’s willing to give up tonight.

“Hey Lucas, was starting to think you wouldn’t show,” she pouts, with her long fingernails running down my chest. She’s got bright red lipstick on that I can already see wrapped around my cock when she sucks my damn soul out. I’ve heard about her talented mouth, and that will be the first stop with her tonight.

It’s a done deal.

“Yeah, got caught up with my dad in his shop longer than expected.” *Act cool, Lucas. Don’t look like a fucking dweeb right now.*

“Well, you’re here now, that’s all that matters.” Yep, in fifteen minutes I’ll be seeing the fucking stars.

Joel wags his eyebrows at me, then mouths “get some” before turning to walk away. He’s probably off to find that preacher’s daughter from El Dorado Union. It’s the other school on the other side of town.

“Wanna dance?” Katrina asks while grabbing my hand and twirling around on the spot. She grinds into me, getting the reaction her buzzed state wanted. With her back to me, Katrina leans her head against my chest and presses that magnificent, tight ass up against me.

*God, what did I ever do to get this fucking lucky? She’ll be mine in a matter of minutes.*

I hold on to her hips and lean into her neck, smelling the sweet shampoo she uses. I’m willing to bet anything she spends more on her hair in a month than I paid for my car.

It’s a shitty car, but at least I have one. I spent all of last summer fixing it up with my dad in his garage.

Katrina and I spend the next few songs dancing, kissing, until she says she’s going to go get another drink. I nod and let her know I’m going to head up to the bathroom. Need to make sure I didn’t get any calls from my dad asking me to come home.

Ever since my mom died, he can’t stay home alone for long before he goes into depression. Today he asked for the number of this lady he’s been giving ridiculous discounts to for months on her car. Guess he could finally man up and make a move. Though I’m pretty sure she would have just left it if he didn’t ask for it soon.

No calls or texts. I’m in the clear to stay out all night.

One short, one-way conversation with the mirror practicing asking Katrina to show me whatever is under her dress and an armpit check later, I head out of the bathroom. In the five minutes I was gone, Katrina went from buzzed to shit-faced.