Betray - Part 7.

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Lake

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

What is happening right now?!

I watch as he makes his way over to me, following every step he takes inching closer and closer.

The gentle smile on his face doing everything but to calm me down. If anything, my lady parts are screaming out, begging for him to hurry up and come closer.

I swear he is walking in slow motion, or maybe that's my mind playing tricks on me.

Like the female version of the Baywatch run, I could watch his captivating saunter repeatedly.

Maybe later at home, I can remember this moment and play it over and over in my head.

Sigh.

I feel my heart beating faster with every stride he takes, every single pound in my chest thumping with intense force.

I'm afraid my hearts about to burst out of my chest and into my lap.

I can't move; I can't even breathe, I'm frozen to the spot.

My earlier fear from sitting on this cold seat, and my ass become stuck seem to be coming true.

I can't help but gawk at him. I just hope it's not so obvious.

No other guy at this party tonight has caught my attention not even for a second, the most action I've received tonight was Lexi's mouth all over my face and kissing her when midnight hit.

I can't complain though, after seeing the girls I inside, Lexi is one of the hottest by far alongside Aspen, of course.

Yay me for kissing the hottest girl at the party.

My attention back to this guy, who is still walking over to me, I'm telling you this is Baywatch the live action female version.

I'm living for it.

The first thing I noticed about him when he stepped outside was his beautiful, long, dark, messy hair.

The movement of him bowing his head a few seconds ago causing his hair to fall forward and cover most of his face.

Now it's pushed back and away showcasing that face.

Oh, that face.

That jaw.

Those lips.

God, even his nose.

Need I go on?

He looks like trouble, and much to my dismay, I love that.

I look away finding distraction amongst the stars, my favorite place to disappear, basking in their glory.

I don't need his distractions, not right now.

I've managed to hide out here all night, and it was going so well for me, until now.

Why to ruin my peaceful, lust-less night, you perfect looking irritated human, ugh.

No New Year's kiss.

No alcohol.

No dancing.

Those were my plans for tonight, nothing a normal nineteen-year-old girl wants for her New Years.

Just the way I liked it.

I guess I wasn't normal by any standards, and I'm okay with that, but the way my body is reacting to being in this guy's presence... maybe there is some normalcy of being a nineteen-year-old female left in me after all.

Go figure.

He is speaking to me, I think, but nothing he is saying is registering with me. My mind drowning out the sound of his voice to retain whatever dignity I have left.

Seemingly noticing my lack of enthusiasm for a conversation, he stretches out his arm, catching my attention, following where his hand was pointing to the empty spot next to me.

I look up briefly and nod.

I'm assuming that meant he wanted to sit down in the empty space beside me, who was I to say no to him.

This isn't my house; I can't tell him where he can and can't sit.

I choose to focus on the stars, staring up at them to stop from looking over at him.

"Why are you hiding in the corner?" he asks, I give in, it didn't take me long.

My eyes move in his direction with a mind of their own, falling first on his arms.

Even underneath his red plaid button up, I can see how big and defined his arms are.

I sigh, of course, his arms are perfect.

His eyes meet mine; I glance away fast, embarrassment flooding me.

I can't help but smile nervously.

He caught me staring.

Now he's going to think I'm that weird girl who stares at him, which of course, isn't a lie.

"I thought this would be the best hiding spot; I was right since you didn't notice me here at first," I shrug. Stating the obvious was the best way to go about this, sarcasm in full force.

Who am I kidding.

I am that weird girl who hides in dark corners at parties to stare at the sky, or searches for the first sign of dogs to pet much preferring their company to most people, why bother hiding it.

He already found out just how weird I am and that I love to stare at beautiful things, my choices tonight, consist of the sky and him.

He chuckles quietly, I smile.

"If only you didn't mutter a sound, I probably wouldn't have seen you over here, how unlucky for you."

He jokes with a condescending tone, then his shoulder nudges mine.

I keep staring at the stars; I can't let him see the effect his joking touch had on me. No doubt it's written all over my face, the light red blush I can feel covering up my freckles.

"Honestly a party wasn't my first choice tonight, so I thought I could take advantage of this dark corner and just look up to admire the stars decorating the night sky," I utter, needing to say something, anything to make like less awkward.

"If you ask me, this is what the perfect night consists of, the stars and darkness covering us," I continue, starting to ramble.

Unfortunately, that's my nervous habit, and I never can control it.

I guess tonight isn't going to be any different.

I relax, breathing in and closing my eyes.

Letting the night calm me down, and I smile, now feeling a lot more comfortable in his company.

I feel his eyes inspecting me head to toe, and I don't understand why, nothing was fascinating about me, but I'm not going to deny him.

I guess you do have to inspect the goods before you buy, not that I'm something he can buy.

"Carter," he states, breaking the silent examination. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that Carter is his name.

I make the stupid mistake of looking back over at him, curious now.

Yep, terrible mistake.

Abort! I repeat, abort!

He catches my glance and beams at me, yet again perfect, teeth and all.

The curve of his lip creating the one dimple I'm now noticing. The way his teeth are holding the unlit cigarette in his mouth, ugh.

Don't even get me started on the slight hint of freckles I can see.

I don't know how much more I can deal with sitting so close to him.

He watched me watching him, his black eyes piercing into mine.

I'd never seen eyes as beautiful and as dark as the perfect night sky, until now.

A smile flashed across his face, that dimple making a return visit, even though it was gone quickly, it was still there, and I can't help but smile with the memory.

His smile did something to me I've never felt before, the need to reach out and stroke my fingers over his lips was fighting inside of me, wondering how he would taste.

Seeing as how drunk he appears to be, and the cigarettes in his pocket and one dangling from his pouty mouth, I'm going to assume he tastes of cigarettes and beer.

Not exactly my favorite combination, but I suppose I'll make an exception.

I need to snap out of this and stop being so weird; he probably knows exactly what he is doing to me and enjoying it.

"Lake," I reply, almost forgetting to tell him my name, which I'm assuming that was what he wanted... and not my mouth seeking out his eagerly.

Shit, no stop thinking like that.

Fuck.

Why did he have to come out here?

Why did I have to sigh and make him aware of my presence?

"Lake?" he scoffs, a huge teasing grin now spread on his face, "If you didn't want to give me your real name, you could at least give me a believable one and let me down easily."

Okay, it's not the first time someone has thought my real name wasn't Lake, but I could feel my face turning a bright red with his response.

I need to escape this guy before my body voluntarily throws itself into his lap, tearing off all our clothes.

"What? No, Lake is my real name, I swear!"

The panic in my voice evident, his laugh so loud I panic and look around frantically, hoping no one heard, so they don't think to come and interrupt us.

Our eyes meet, and I can't help but stare back at him and match his smile with mine.

Why are we smiling so much?

This is weird, right? Like the first time you hang out with your High School crush and all you can do is smile and giggle, that's what's happening here, right now.

I don't think I've smiled this much and so genuinely in a long while.

My cheeks are going to hurt tomorrow if this continues for much longer.

From the smiling, of course.

I take the chance to look him over as fast as I can without him noticing.

His long dark hair hung around and a half over his face, covering those beautiful dark eyes I can see coming through.

He has a nose ring, and this makes things worse for my undeniable attraction to the guy, his lips curve.

Looking back up, I notice his eyes are now stuck on my mouth. Without thinking I bite my bottom lip in between my teeth, a nervous habit I've always had, but this does something to him, he looks away instantly.

The sound of distant vibration draws my gaze down to his pants, his attention follows.

I look away, not wanting to seem nosy as he quickly types out a message before pacing his phone and a lighter down on the bench between us.

He turns forward again, not paying attention to me anymore, which I should be thankful for.

I use the time to look over his body, his arms, the sleeves of his shirt pushed up halfway on his forearm.

What I can see of his arms are covered in ink, I can't make out what the tattoos are of too well in the darkness outside, but I do take notice of the flexing of his bicep as he runs his hands through his hair, pushing it back out of his face.

He must sense me observing him because he looks back to me, his now lit cigarette teasing me as he sucks it in, his lips curving up as he does it.

When he turns away to blow out the smoke, his phone between us light up, and I look down without thinking, the sudden burst of the light interrupting the perfect darkness surrounding us.

Looking past the new message notification on his screen, I see the background on his phone.

It's a Blonde girl, with her arms wrapped around him as she kisses his cheek.

Of fucking course, he has a girlfriend

Why is he out here flirting with me?

Well, at least I think he is flirting with me.

Who knows, regardless, he should be off somewhere with his girlfriend making her smile, not smiling at me under the moonlight.

I should've known a guy who looked like that, was too good to be true, and no way would he ever be interested in me.

God, I'm an idiot for even thinking he could be my New Year's Eve wish come true.

Screw this; I need to find Lexi and Aspen.

Home is calling my name.