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anyone thought, even if that meant he was reckless.
    “Is
that Landon?” Marie asked from beside her.
    All
Lyric could do was nod and continue to look in the direction of the kitchen,
even though he’d long disappeared in the group of people.  
    ****
    As
soon as Landon had come through the front door he’d seen Lyric sitting on the
couch with her friend.
    What in the fuck is she doing here?
What in the hell are you doing here?
    It
was true, he had no clue why he’d even come. He didn’t talk to any of these
people at school, didn’t care about them or want to be their friend. The truth
was when he’d been invited to come by Yezebel, one of the girls who seemed to
have nothing better to do in school than be a bitch, he’d thought, “fuck her.”
But then he’d gone home, gotten “talked to” by his mom and Brent because of a
shitty grade he’d got, and he’d decided getting black out drunk and passing out
seemed like a pretty good idea.
    So,
he’d come here, not really knowing anyone, and not caring about anything other
than where the liquor was. Or that had been his plan until he’d seen Lyric and
gotten pissed she was here. He knew she didn’t hang out with any of these
assholes, and she was one of those people he didn’t think even partied, or at
least he’d never seen her.
    He
looked into the living room, pushing someone out of his way so he could see
her. Something in his gut tightened at the sight of her. She’d taken him away
from a potential fight, one that he’d been happy to start and finish, and just
sat with him. He didn’t know why that had gotten through to him so much, made
him feel like he wasn’t alone in that moment despite the fact they hardly spoke
to each other. But she’d sat with him, just inches from where he’d been, and
let the stillness and silence surround them.
    It
had been pretty fucking incredible.
    He
grabbed one of the beers and moved to the corner in the kitchen, aware people
were staring at him, but not caring either. He kept his focus on Lyric, taking
in the long fall of her light brown hair. She wasn’t like the skinny bitches
that surrounded them. He took a swig from his bottle and let his gaze travel
down her body. She was sitting so he couldn’t get a prime shot, but he knew
what she looked like well enough, and he liked it, every fucking inch of her.
    Even
now he could still picture her face as she’d looked him up and down when they’d
run into each other in the hallway. Him dripping wet with nothing but a towel
slung over his waist, and her with wide eyes and her lips parted. God, she’d
looked really good standing there, her shirt gaping slightly at the collar.
He’d been able to see the very tops of her breasts as she started breathing
harder, and dammit did he get hard for her.
    He
was a dirty bastard, especially since he’d had to go jerk off after that,
thinking about Lyric in some pretty filthy ways. Landon drank the rest of his
beer and went over to the keg. If he was going to get drunk, he needed to get
working on that and not keep thinking about his stepsister.
    But
this was definitely not a place for her to be, not because he thought she
wasn’t good enough, or popular enough to be here, but because she was better
than this. These people were bastards, and the only reason he was even here was
because he wanted to get wasted on the free booze that was provided. Despite
the fact they didn’t really have any kind of relationship, no connection aside
from the fact their folks were married, Landon did feel protective of her.
    He
finished off the cup of beer, knowing he’d need a lot more than this to feel a
good buzz. He grabbed a third beer and started making his way toward her, about
to tell her she should leave.
    Why should she leave? You’re here,
and you’re not her father. She can do whatever the fuck she wants.
    His
inner thoughts had him stopping. He wasn’t her old man, wasn’t her anything. He
had no right to tell her where she