Fallen Crest Alternative Version (Fallen Crest High #2.1)(20)

“Sam!”

He cursed under his breath, and I closed my eyes.

“Heya, Sam!”

I pressed my forehead against him for a moment and panted. I needed to get control of myself.

“Seriously?”

I heard his question and nodded.

He groaned as he swung me down but pulled my back tight against him. He started to grind against me, but it was slow. It was slow enough so that others wouldn’t notice, at first.

Becky had a silly grin on her face as she hurried over. She was panting with a beer in hand. “Hey!” She bent over and gasped for breath. “I saw you all the way across the clearing. Where’d you go? Hiya, Mason.”

He looked away.

She continued to pant. “Mark and Adam saw Logan grab some girl. He took off in the woods.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “We all know what they’re doing.” Then her smile slipped a bit. “Adam got all pissed. I think he’s hitting on some girls around here.”

I frowned at her. “Where’s Mark?”

“Hitting on them with Adam.”

“They left you alone?” My tone cooled.

She waved her hand. “Oh no. That’s okay. I mean, I get it. I’d do it too, you know, if I was a guy and… Yeah. I’m okay. Where are you guys going?”

Mason tipped his head back. A quiet groan escaped his lips as they pressed tight.

I elbowed him in the gut. “We were coming to look for you.”

“You were?” Her eyes lit up.

“Yeah.” I started to pull away from Mason, whose hand lingered on my waist. His thumb slipped inside of my jeans and rubbed up and down. I glanced over my shoulder and his jaw tightened. He saw the apology and hauled me back for a moment. His mouth was hot against my ear. “Tonight.”

I nodded, my throat was thick.

His finger dipped low for a moment.

My eyes went wide at the touch, but I cleared my throat. “I’ll see you later.”

He flashed me a look before he turned towards the bonfires again. I shivered from the promise in it. He had plans and my legs were a bit wobbly in anticipation.

And then Becky plopped down on a log behind us. She sipped her beer. “Man, this is great. This is what high school is supposed to be about.”

“Uh, yeah.” I took in the sight before us. Drunk girls teetered on their feet. Most of them were half dressed and surrounded by guys. Most of the guys were half-undressed as well.

“Sam?”

I glanced over with a welcoming smile. Logan was returning from the woods. He held hands with a skinny blonde, who staggered away to her friends. She had long golden tan legs and wore a very small miniskirt over a tube top. Her hair was swept over one shoulder. It was messy as some grass stuck out from it.

He didn’t give her another look but took the seat beside me. “What are you doing over here?”

“My friend is here.” I gestured to Becky, who waved with an eager smile.

Logan’s grin slipped a bit. “Hey there.”

“I’ve never officially met you.” She thrust her hand out in front of me.

Logan took it but was cautious at the exchange. “Nice to meet you.”

“Becky.”

Understanding flared within him. “I’m Logan.”

“I know.” She giggled into her drink and continued to sip some more beer.

A grin teased the corners of his lips as he nodded slowly. “I see.” He met my gaze with amusement. “Mason took off?”

I rolled my eyes. He was well aware of Mason’s dislike for Becky. Some of the common phrases used to describe Becky were weak, pathetic, stupid, and dork. Those were the nicer ones. He’d never been quiet in front of Logan as he cursed the friend who had abandoned me for the last three months.

“You know it.” Then my grin renewed itself. “Nate’s here.”

Logan shot upright. “Really?” He was on his feet the next second. “Where?”

“The woods.” I laughed at his eagerness. “A girl named Parker.”

“Oh.” He slumped back down. His shoulders dropped with him. “Figures.”

I patted him on the back. “I’m pretty sure he likes you better.”

He grunted a laugh and nudged me with his knee. “Shut up.”

“Hey, Logan!” Mark bellowed out as he waved from across the lawn. He tugged a girl with him as he hurried to us. A bright smile was lit on his face as he plopped down on a log across from us. He pulled the girl to his lap. “Hey, man. How’s it going? I was thinking we wouldn’t get to see you, except for the Sam-over-the-shoulder thing.” He gestured to me with his beer.

“Yeah. Hey, man.” Logan returned his easy grin. “Shells.”

The girl plastered herself against Mark but gave him a sloppy smile. “Hey, Logan. Saw you with Macey.”

He gave her a small nod. “I was excited.”

“Hey, so, I heard you guys got something planned against Roussou tomorrow night.” Mark leaned forward in eager anticipation. “Could I help? I’d love to help.”

Logan stared at him a moment. “Why?”

“Because.” He glanced around with a frown. “Because…I don’t know. I’d love to help.”