“Charley, Jake, you came,” Alex smiled as we entered the packed kitchen. He squeezed through to greet us at the door. “I wasn’t sure you would.”
I glanced over at his shoulder to see a very drunk Brett give us the stink-eye before he wrapped an arm around Lacey’s neck and stumbled outside with her. Turning my attention back to Alex, I teased him. “And miss your birthday-slash-excuse to wreck your parents’ house? How could we?”
He laughed. “Whatever. It’ll all be good. They don’t get back for another four days, so I’ve got plenty of time to clean up. I also roped a couple of sophomores into helping out with cleanup tomorrow.”
Jake snorted. “How’d you manage that?”
Alex leaned into us. “I’m paying them fifty bucks each,” he admitted, as if it were some genius secret.
“They’re cleaning up a royal mess for a measly fifty bucks?” I said.
“Hey, these are desperate times,” Alex laughed and then pointed to the counter to our right. “Lots of drink over there. Help yourselves. I am going to hunt down a certain senior who slipped her phone number in my ass pocket at school.”
“Good luck with that.”
He winked at me and brushed past us.
Once Jake and I had grabbed a couple of beers, he pulled me back out of the kitchen and out of the house to the porch where it was a little quieter. “So you and Alex seem good,” he said, but I could see the question in his eyes.
Hoping this wasn’t leading into a familiar fight, I leaned back against a pillar and replied casually, “We are. You know we are. It was weird at first for him, but he’s over me.”
Jake nodded into his beer. “I know I haven’t always been a big fan of his because of Brett, but I think you might be right. The guy goes out of his way to be cool to me at school. I’m letting this shit with Thomas skew that.”
“How about,” I leaned into him, my fingers tangled in his shirt, “for tonight, we don’t think about any of that?”
His eyes glittered and he nodded, bending down to brush his mouth over mine. I smiled happily into his face and settled back against the pillar.
“We met at a party like this.”
“Six months ago.”
I studied him in the low light, wondering how it was possible I’d only known him for six months. “That doesn’t seem right somehow, does it? I can’t remember what it feels like not to be with you.”
“Ditto, baby.” He took a pull of his beer, his affection focused on me. “This is it from now on. You and me. Sure you can handle that?”
“Well, it’ll be a hardship, but what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger,” I teased.
“Hardship, my ass.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into his body, grinning wickedly down at me.
“Oh, people I know!”
We turned as Lois McKinley zeroed in on us from across the porch, her beer spilling as she dragged her best friend Deke over to us. Lois was the editor of the school paper (and sick of hearing Lois Lane jokes) and Deke was her computer-geek sidekick.
“Hey, guys,” I eyed Deke. “Not working at Hub’s tonight?”
He shook his head,. “I swapped shifts. It’s not every day you get invited to a party at Alex Roster’s house.”
Settling back against Jake, I nodded. “It does seem like the boy went all out inviting everyone.”
“Alex is cool,” Lois shrugged. “He’s not like Brett and the others, you know, picking and choosing who’s worthy enough to talk to.” This was said with a slight hint of bitterness and resentment, something I understood since Brett and his idiot friends ragged on Lois on a weekly basis. She was short and somewhat voluptuous and showcased her curves in vintage fifties clothing. Her dark hair was always styled like a pinup girl’s and she was never without bright red lipstick. I thought she was awesome, but some people just didn’t get that Lois had a style and didn’t care if you approved of it.
I grunted. “Alex’s mom is going to freak if she comes home to find out about this party.”
We stood chatting for a while, me with my back against Jake’s chest, his chin in my hair as we drank and relaxed with Deke and Lois. Deke was quiet but he was also smart and quick-witted and really fun to hang out with.
It was only about an hour later when Lois’s phone rang. After watching Lois groan and whine for about five minutes in the corner, she finally got off the phone and grumbled that her mom had been called into work at the hospital and she needed Lois to return home to watch her younger brother. Deke was Lois’s ride, so to our disappointment, the two of them left.
“They’re cool.” I turned around to face Jake once they were gone. “We should hang out with them more.”
“Then we will.” He gave my waist a squeeze. “Want another beer?”
“Sure.”
Jake kissed my nose before taking my empty and disappearing back into the house. He wasn’t gone but a few minutes when a drunk Lacey wandered out onto the porch, clearly looking for me. I braced myself.
“Charley,” she weaved a little as she approached. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Oh?”
“I’m so, so sorry, Charley.” She tripped a little and I had to steady her. “I’ve been such a bitch.”
I didn’t disagree.
“I want to make it up to you. Will you let me?” She leaned in too close and I could smell the apple sours on her breath.
“Lacey, how much have you had to drink?”
She put her finger and thumb together and scrunched up her face. “Just a little.”
“I’m thinking you’ve had more than just a little. Come on, let’s get you water.”
Her tight grip on my wrist stunned me. “No,” she said vehemently, her smile wobbly. “Just stay and chat.”
I narrowed my eyes on her as I peeled her fingers off me. “I think water would be better.”
“No!” she cried, trying to pull on me again. “Stay.”
Suddenly, the blood was rushing in my ears as my heart started to race. “What … are you stalling me?”
At her wide, blinking eyes and guilty expression, a sense of disquiet drifted over me.
Jake.
“Fuck,” I breathed and pushed past her, shoving my way through bodies as I hurried toward the kitchen. The pounding in my chest only grew harder and faster when I saw a commotion around the French doors at the back of the kitchen. People were gawking outside, questioning what the hell was going on.