RoomHates by Carmen Black (series like harry potter TXT) 📕

Instead, when I open my eyes, I see Lucas with his arms around me. He’s pressed up against another tree. “For fucks sake, woman,” he groans while rubbing his head. “Be careful.”

He opens his eyes, his gaze trapped in my own. My breath hitches when they dip down to my lips and I feel that itch in the back of my head once again, telling me to be naughty. Telling me just to go up on my tiptoes and claim his mouth for mine.

You need to get back. Charlie and Lauren will be waiting for you. Seth will wonder where you are.

But my body betrays me. Just when my feet lean up into my toes, Lucas slams his lips down on mine. His arms tighten around me, forcing me towards him. One hand slides up the front of my shirt, playing with the base of my bra. I gasp and feel his tongue entering me, stroking and entwining around mine. I press myself against him, overcome by warmth and the need to have more. My leg lifts and he catches it, holding it near his hip while he grinds himself against me. A moan escapes from my lips and my eyes instantly open.

What the hell are you doing?

I rip my mouth from his and take a step back. My and his breathing are frantic. I feel his hands stroking my waistband, trying to pull me back. A part of me wants to return to that warmth. To feel him press up against me.

We’re outside. OUTSIDE!

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I breathe, quickly turning around

My eyes widen when I see Seth standing just a few feet in the distance.

Watching us.

12

SETH

Where the hell are those assholes? The table is just about to be free and they’re nowhere in sight. Leave it to Ra-psycho bitch to fuck everything up. I don’t even bother looking around the porta-potties knowing those are going to be incredibly crowded. I follow a group of hippies walking barefoot through the mud and grass, passing a joint between them towards the group of trees on the hill just on the outskirts of the tailgate tents.

When I get to the edge I see Lucas pressed up against a tree, making out with some blonde bitch with a nice ass. I smirk. Good work, Lukie. I wonder how this one will taste in bed. But there’s something oddly familiar about her clothes. Black ankle boots, skinny jeans, a blue and white polka-dotted sweater.

My eyes widen

No, it can’t be.

She turns around and I feel the world around me tilt and shatter like glass.

It is.

Rachel’s eyes land on me and widen for a split second before she tilts her chin up and stalks pass me, nearly tripping over her own feet. Against normal protocol I reach for her just when she nearly smashes head face first into a pile of leaves and twigs. I gently help her up, but she pushes me away.

“I’m fine,” she slurs.

I stop myself from rolling my eyes. Bitch, you are the opposite of fine. Lucas stops next to me and we both watch as she weaves back and forth. It’s like watching a deer learning how to walk. “I guess those beers finally kicked in,” he says, shaking his head. “We should probably catch up with her before she wreaks havoc on some poor passerby.”

I watch him go. Not knowing what to do with myself or this terrible feeling overcoming me. Why was she kissing him? I don’t even want to think of the implications of my anger. I’m not the jealous type, especially with a girl any of my bros hook up with. Any girl who comes into contact with my bros will eventually get passed on to me.

But this was psycho bitch we’re talking about.

I force myself to follow them, telling myself it doesn’t matter if they were kissing. She can kiss whomever she wants. Even if it’s not me. Not like I want her to kiss me or do anything else with me for that matter. Hell, she’s not even that attractive. I look around, finding a group of girls passing around jello shots. They look like they’re from some sorority dressed up in some sort of cowgirl get-up with blue and white tie-dyed shirts. Another group of girls on my other side are older, possibly seniors, and doing body shots. I smile. There are plenty of girls for me to hook up with here. I don’t need piss poor rating Rachel.

I stop dead in my tracks when I come to the tent, seeing Rachel smiling down at four- eyes. I don’t know why that bastard had to show. It wasn’t like we invited him. Just Rachel and her hot friends. I can’t take my eyes off Rachel, no matter how hard I try not to care about the sway in her step or the slur in her voice. Her cheeks are so pink I’m wondering if she’ll pass out at some point. “Fucking idiot,” I mutter when I see she’s holding another drink.

“Don’t worry, it’s water,” says one of Rachel’s friends. The blonde one. Christine was it? She pats me on the shoulder and nods at Rachel when I give her a confused look. “She’s drinking water. Poor girl came back and told me the world won’t stop swirling.”

I scowl when I see the worming asshole stand and motion to his feet as if he is a freaking butler. Rachel smiles and drops into it, tossing her head back and leaning in. I wonder if she will actually pass out.

I scowl when four-eyes doesn’t leave and continues saying whatever it is he has to say. Fucking bastard giving her a seat and not leaving her alone.

“Whatever,” I say to the blonde bitch before turning around and smacking on my most charming smile at Lucas.

I saunter over him and waggle my eyebrows, stopping whatever boiling I