It’s 2:30pm and you know what the means. Beach party. Well, technically, the party starts at 4 so I have to be ready soon.
I wore a white lace jumpsuit with white sandals.
Simple yet sexy.
I checked my phone to see a text from Brandon.
Brandon: I’m here. U ready? (;
A smile made its way to my lips as soon as I saw it.
Me: Yup. On my way downstairs.
I took my white mini Gucci bag and then made my way downstairs.
“Bye, Smurf,” I said to Amy who was sitting on the couch, playing games.
“Bye!” she replied, not bothering to look at me. I shook my head at her. “And don’t call me ‘Smurf’.”
I just walked out of the house without replying.
Mom and Dad had some stuff to do at work so they had to go to the office.
I opened the door to his BMW Z4 and got in.
“Hey,” I greeted with a smile. “You ready?”
“Yeah...” he trailed off as he looked me up and down.
I felt my cheeks heat up.
“Um, we- We need to go,” I chuckled nervously.
Nervous? Since when the fuck am I nervous?
“Right. OK,” Brandon said as he started up the car and drove.
“Nice to see you again, Eva,” a deep voice said from behind me. I turned around to see him. AGAIN.
“Have you got nothing better to do?” I scoffed.
“Well, have you got nothing better to do than come here with the wannabe bad boy?” Elijah smirked.
“Oh, and what exactly have you done that makes you Damon Salvatore?” I rolled my eyes.
“He’s no Jughead Jones either,” he rolled his eyes back.
“No. He’s better,” I gave an innocent smiled and walked away. But unfortunately, he followed.
“I’ve got to say, you look less awful than usual in that outfit.”
“Piss off,” I scoffed. “I look amazing. You’re just jealous because you can’t get anyone as sexy as me.”
“No. I can get better.”
“Just leave me alone!”
“No can do.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Well, if you insist...”
I’M GONNA KILL THIS SON OF A BITCH.
Currently, I’m walking on the shore in silence with Brandon by my side.
Is it just the weather or is he HOT???
I’m gonna go for the second option.
“So, what’s the deal with you and Elijah?” Brandon asked out of the blue.
Why did I stutter? I never stutter.
Stuttering shows that you’re nervous. Which shows that you’re weak. Which instantly makes people know that you’re weak. Which makes them treat you like total shit.
“Was he you’re ex or...?”
I burst out laughing.
Elijah? Elijah? My ex?
That total douchebag?
The jerk who made my life a living hell?
The one person in this world that would never get a taste of all this?
Yeah, no shit.
“Why are you laughing?” Brandon asked, confused.
“No- no, it’s just... Elijah and I hate each other. He would never come close to dating me,” I snorted.
“Good. Good.” He seemed calmer.
“Why did you ask?” I teased.
“No reason,” he replied.
HE WAS FUCKING BLUSHING!
“Did I just make Brandon Vega blush?” I smirked.
“Don’t get cocky,” he rolled his eyes.
“Hey, I’m just saying,” I shrugged and tried not to smile so hard. “You look cute when you blush.”
“Shut up,” he chuckled and changed the subject. “Let’s go get some food.” Yay.
No, no, no, no, NO.
I spun on my heels as quick as I can but it was no use.
“Eva!” a voice called from behind me. Why is everyone bothering me today?
I took a deep breath in and exhaled it then turned around to be face-to-face with none other than the Shelton brothers.
“Hey,” I said with the politest smile I could muster. What? Gotta keep up my public image.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Tyler (the older one) said.
“You were the ones invited me.”
“Yes, uh, care to share a drink?” Ryder (obviously the younger one) swung an arm around my shoulder.
Is it just me, or would everyone feel like they want to break all of the duo’s limbs?
“Uh, sure,” I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. Brandon went to the restroom so I have to deal with this on my own.
They guided me towards the bar set up.
“2 Sex on the Beach cocktails,” Ryder ordered for the two of them. Man, can you get any more obvious?
Tyler looked at me, urging me to order.
“Uh, can I just get a pink grapefruit punch?” I asked.
The bartender winked at me and went to make the drinks.
Why did I chose that drink?
Well, because both of their drinks take 10 minutes in total and mine only takes 5 minutes to make.
I want to spend the least amount of time with them as possible.
“So, you like the party?” Ryder winked. Urgh. Such a try-hard.
“Yeah. It’s nice,” I smiled.
“Good to hear that,” Ryder smirked as his arm around me lowered so that it was wrapped around my waist.
Ew. Shelton germs.
“You know, we didn’t just invite you here for your pretty face, right?” Tyler smirked as he eyes me up and down.
EW. Just EW.
“Well, it’s good to hear that,” I smiled seductively, cause that’s the only way I can play this off. When Eva becomes nervous Eva, slutty Eva replaces her.
It’s like a defence mechanism.
Anyways, their smirks only got wider after hearing that last sentence.
Abort mission! Abort mission!
Plan SLUT isn’t working!!! All the confidence is washing away!!!
"So, tell us, Eva, did you bring a date?” Tyler raised a brow.
Fuck, where is Brandon?
“Yes, actually, I have." They looked taken aback for a second but then composed themselves.
"Well, where is he?" Ryder asked, his arm only getting tighter around my waist.
OK, this is getting to sexual harassment/assault mode real quick.
"He was here just a second ago," I replied as I looked around.
Come on, come on!
Where the fuck are you?
I know I should've never come to the party.
But then I saw him walking towards the bar.
But would I?
Anything to get out of this.
"There he is," I smiled and got out of Ryder's hold.
I wrapped my arm around Elijah's bicep and pretended to act like a lovey-dovey couple.
Honestly, he felt like he worked out a lot.
He looked down at me with an amused smirk.
"Play along or you're dead," I whispered.
"Sure thing, Kitten," he replied before wrapping an arm around my waist possessively.
"Elijah," Tyler and Ryder nodded at him with a clenched jaw.
"Tyler. Ryder," Elijah replied in the same way.
"Your drinks are here," the bartender said as he placed the drinks on the counter.
"Anyways, it was nice catching up with you guys," I said quickly before taking my drink and walking away. With Elijah.
His arm was still wrapped around my waist.
"Let go," I growled.
"Oooh, the kitten has claws," he smirked down at me.
"I said let go or you'll lose a limb," I said with my death stare.
He leaned down to my ear to whisper, "If I let go now, everything we just put up will be of no use."
I glance behind us to see that the brothers were still looking at us.
I looked back at Elijah again to see that he had a knowing smirk on his face.
He guided me away from their sight and as soon as I was sure they couldn't see me, I ripped his arm off my waist and walked as far away as possible.
Unfortunately for me, he followed.
"Like I said a million times before, leave me the fuck alone."
"Oh, not even a kiss?" he pouted.
"You can keep on dreaming, Carter," I smirked in return and left him there with a dropped jaw.
A/N: Don't be a silent reader. Let me know your thoughts and predictions. Hehe.