The Lucky Five - By Arow Jones Page 0,1
she is pointing towards a drive way.
“OMG! Who are those hunks with Grayson?! Now there’s a shake I’d like to--” Skye points to a driveway where three guys are washing a silver truck. A heavy metal song is playing in the background. The sight of three gorgeous guys all wet and sweaty is making me light headed. Or, maybe it’s just the sun? My eyes instantly lock onto a muscular back with a tattoo of an intricate long horn bull on his back. Horns stretch from one shoulder to the other. My stomach flip flops at the familiar sight.
“Oh, wow! I think that’s Grayson’s older step-brother. He must be home for the summer.” I laugh, nervously. She knows I am well aware of whose body my eyes are glued onto. I put my hand to my mouth, checking for drool.
“Shut it. You know you want a taste of that.” She points to the bull tattoo. “I didn’t even know he had that.” When he was sixteen. It was the summer he didn’t go skinny dipping. I don’t tell her I know that. The stalker predator in me has only one target and he’ll never know. That was the worse summer of my life. My first summer without my parents. I can feel myself drifting off again until I feel a nudge from Skye. My feet automatically step in line with her. We’re walking directly towards the alluring sight before us.
As soon as he heard his name Grayson turns towards us. His wet shirt clings to his chest. We can see the outline of his muscular form. He’s on the wrestling team and in the same grade as us. The other two are older and just as well defined. The guy with the blonde hair goes into the garage and turns the music down. Grayson looks over at the other guys and waves them over.
“Well, well, well,” Grayson drawls, “Look what the cat dragged in. Someone upstairs must really like us to grace us with the presence of the two of the most beautiful giddy-up girls in Colorado.” Skye’s blushing face giggles. She’s had a crush on Grayson since we were in the fifth grade. I’m pretty sure Grayson feels the same way but they always seem to stick to flirting. We’ve known him our whole life and he’s always been a sweet talker.
“Ladies, you remember my older brother JT and his best friend Chase? Guys, this is Skye and Lily.” They wave at us. JT looks us over like he’s assessing us. The side of his mouth turns up into a smirk until he sees me looking at him. He has the most incredible shade of dark green eyes that remind me of the emeralds. I’m pretty sure he can see me blushing now but then he scowls and walks back to the truck. I frown. Does he remember me? I would recognize him and Chase anywhere.
Chase walks towards us. He’s just as gorgeous with his blonde hair. “Uh, don’t mind him. He’s getting over a bad break-up,” he explains.
“As if, that girl was nothing but trouble.” Grayson answers. Chase pushes away the bangs of his blonde hair, showing off his dreamy hazel eyes. He reaches over and grasps my hand. “Hey, I’m Chase.” I can feel the blood rushing to my face. I really hope he doesn’t notice me blushing. My mouth seems to stop working but I shake his hand and smile.
He doesn’t let go of my hand. If he did notice my face getting red he does a good job of pretending he doesn’t see it. “JT and I went to a private school out in Boulder. We’re back home for the summer before we start the fall semester at University of Colorado, in Boulder.” He looks back at me and cocks his head to the side. “Say, aren’t you--”
“CHASE!” JT cuts his question off. “Let’s go man, I’ve got to pick up some stuff before the bonfire tonight.” He hops in the silver truck and starts it. Chase smiles and shakes his head. “It was nice talking to you ladies, maybe we’ll see you all at the party tonight. Later G.” He nods to Grayson then gets in the passenger side of the truck. They drive off with squealing his tires. All that’s left is a short pair of tire marks in the street. What just happened?
“So, you ladies coming to the bonfire tomorrow night?” Grayson is facing Skye but keeps glancing over at me. Strange.