When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(10)

It felt comforting being outside away from their growing voices inside the house though. The sky is clear making it hard to get my eyes off the stars as I walk down the dirt road. I can make out a few different constellations and even thought I seen a shooting star. I figured it was only my tired mind playing tricks on me. It’s quiet enough to block out their arguments, which is exactly what I need. The stillness allows me to clear my mind, to let it all go blank when I find it hardest to find some form of peace.

I think I spot the little dipper through the trees that loom over the road. I stand dead in my tracks to see if I actually found the obvious cluster of stars. I don’t even see it coming as I squint towards the darkness. It just happens. I don’t know what it is. It happens too quickly to comprehend. I feel the hard metal slamming into my body. It’s quick and unannounced, but there is a feeling in the air before the initial impact. Something shifts and twists noticeably running a chill down my spine before I feel the impact against my oblivious unprepared body.

I hit the dirt road harder than I can dream up. My body feels as if a bolder has been dropped on to it. Getting air into my lungs seems impossible while my bones crack and snap from the pressure. Before I know it my world goes black from the excruciating pain. There is a silence in the world for however long I’m out. It’s a strange feeling. When I finally come back to consciousness all I see is the massive silhouette of someone kneeling beside me. I know that everything is going to be okay somehow.





Chapter Six



-Graham-



“You’re next on the beer pong table,” Craig shouts across the room getting my attention. Amanda is in the middle of boring me to death with another one of her stories about how she couldn’t find her favorite shade of blush at Sephora because it’s been discontinued. Her cackle of friends surrounds us like vultures giving condolences on her loss. I fucking hate my life.

Craig is pawning all over Lauren, Amanda’s best friend. As always she isn’t having anything to do with him. I’m not surprised. She is one of the few girls who haven’t fallen for his bullshit. She fell for mine freshman year and a few times after, but she’s smart enough to know that Craig is a bad idea. Lauren hung out with our friend’s occasionally. She was a snobby bitch at the end of the day like the majority of the girls in this town.

“Want to play a little game?” Amanda grins at me from above the rim of her red cup as she finishes off her drink in one gulp. The music is blasting through the house and she is moving her hips perfectly in sync with the beat drawing all the attention to her tight stomach that is exposed. She knows she’s sexy and she uses it to her advantage. Girls like her always do.

“You looking for a challenge, sweetheart?” I wink knowing that it is all I need to do to get her to do whatever I want her to do. She’s easy, putty in my hands.

“Graham, you aren’t a challenge, but I’d love to raise the stakes on this friendly game.”

“Nothing about you is friendly, Amanda. We all know that. Now, what do you have in mind?”

Amanda let out a playful laugh. “It’s easy. How about if I miss a shot then I’ll take off a piece of clothing and same goes for you? It’s a win-win either way you look at it from where I’m standing.” She playfully bites down on her lip. I think she forgets that we don’t need to play the flirtatious games anymore. We both know what is and isn’t happening between us tonight.

I got up from leaning against the counter and stood directly in front of her putting my chest directly against hers. I stood a good foot above her making her seem small as hell compared to me. “Looks like you’ll be naked in no time. It’s going to make this whole thing a hell of a lot easier on me.”

I pull on the bottom of her shirt exposing the top of her bra. I bend down to kiss along her exposed collarbone making sure to nibble just a little bit. The move is barely noticeable. Her excited eyes are staring up at me. “Your panties are soaked, aren’t they?” I challenge her.

I am right, once again. She is practically naked in a matter of a few shots. I almost feel bad for her. She is the one that made the rules. I am simply obeying them, willing to let it go as far as she is willing to take it. Right before she is about to unsnap the back of her bra I gather up her clothes that are on the floor. Dragging her away from every guy’s watchful eyes only makes it seem like I care more than I actually do. The harsh reality is that I’m just ready to release some tension.

Of course they all huddled around the table once her pants came off, but I wasn’t willing to share her with all of them. I knew they were all planning on standing on the sidelines ogling her in her tiny underwear. I may not want to make her “mine” but I’m not willing to allow what is mine to be on display for all of my friends. That’s where I draw the line.

I open one of the first bedroom doors we come across shoving her through, slamming it behind us. I throw her shirt back at her.

“Put that back on,” I demand quickly unbuttoning my pants pulling my wallet out of the back pocket. I pull a condom out (because I’m not a fucking idiot) and throw the wallet on the nightstand.

“You’re fucking kidding with me, right? Graham, I’m standing here pretty much naked and you are demanding I put my shirt back on,” Amanda fights quickly realizing that sliding the shirt over her head is the wiser decision. She knows it’s something I’m not willing to relent on. “You’re absurd, you know that? You are the only boy I know who has ever demanded a girl to put more clothes back on.”