Dirty Little Secrets (Hillcrest Prep #1.5) - Trilina Pucci Page 0,6
my name as my eyes dart to the door again. Two girls walk out, bringing my brows together before I see the front door close. Shit. I look back at the people in front of me. “Sorry, ladies, I’ll be back. Nice meetin’ y’all.”
I hear the giggles and whispers as I leave. Being a Southern gentleman never loses its effect on girls. But I’m unconcerned with them. I want the doe-eyed angel. I maneuver around people, making my way to the front, and rush outside.
The gravel crunches under my heavy footsteps as I jog up behind her. She looks over her shoulder, arms crossed, but turns away just as quickly. Where’s the fire? I thought we’d had a moment.
“Wait up. Come on, girl.”
She whips around and stares at me, zero humor on her face. Dang, what did I do?
“Girl? The accent is all that saves you.”
A smirk peeks out on my face. “Pretty and feisty. I think I’m in love. Tell me your name.”
“No.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “You gonna make me work for it?”
“Absolutely. I’m disappointed you don’t already know it.”
She says it with conviction, but her cheeks are already red. Aww man, she’s secretly shy too. She keeps getting better and better.
“You’re pretty,” I offer and bite my bottom lip.
“You said that already.”
She starts playing with a stray curl, chewing the inside of her cheek while batting those long black lashes at me.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it,” I counter, eyes still locked.
Goddamn. I don’t ever want to leave this driveway. She blinks at me a few times and waves her hand, playfully rolling her blue eyes.
“I bet you could charm me right out of my panties.”
I take a step closer, feeling the heat between us. “I wouldn’t mind if you let me try.”
She holds her breath as she looks up at me, finally sighing quietly. We stand in more silence, and I watch her tongue wet her lips. I don’t even know her name, but I want to kiss her—badly.
“I have to go now,” she whispers.
“Stay,” I rush out, reaching down for her hand.
Her head shakes as she pulls it away. “Why?”
“Why not?” I answer, taking her fingers back between mine and tilting my head. “One drink.”
Waiting for her answer feels like the longest pause of my life.
“Only one.”
I bring her hand up and kiss the top before speaking my words into her skin. “That’s half more than I need, sweetheart.”
She giggles, and I drop her hand to grab the loop on her jeans, tugging her forward as I take steps backward.
“You’re trouble, Georgia.”
I lift the side of my top lip, giving a grr before turning around and pulling her behind me back into the party.
Ava
The minute we walk back inside, the spell breaks. My cousin and her band of merry assholes are staring at me like they’re going to fillet me. Shit. Georgia still has his finger looped through my jeans, dragging me deeper into the party. And the impact of my action isn’t lost on me—I told them to eat shit and then stole the guy they were talking to. If I didn’t want to cringe, I’d be celebrating.
He slaps hands with a few guys, before ponying up to a bar next to a pool table. His heavy arm leaves my jeans and drapes over my shoulder.
“Beer? No, you’re fancy. Champagne?”
My nose scrunches up. “Not fancy, and water is fine. But feel free to have whatever you’d like.”
He looks at me, puzzled but intrigued by my answer before saying, “Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?”
“Maybe.” I shrug only to get half tickled.
I laugh. “Quit.” But his arm curls around my neck, pulling me in as he lowers down.
“It’s your lucky day. I’m a ho. You don’t even need to get me drunk.”
“Oh,” I answer with faux-surprised, amused eyes. “Nice sell. Are you the full STD package, or do you only come with the herp?”
He laughs loudly, and I look around, embarrassed by the attention it draws.
“I like you,” he says to my profile, making me blush.
I don’t look at him as I answer.
“You say weird stuff. I thought the popular guys were better at this kind of thing.”
I know he’s still staring at me, but I can’t look at him. God, he makes me so nervous.
“I thought the pretty girls weren’t as cool as you. So I guess perceptions are deceiving.”
I guess so because something tells me there’s way more to him than crew team and “hooking