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should be and what she should be doing. If
she wanted to be here and get just as trashed as everyone else, fuck it. Let her get wasted and make bad decisions
like you do every damn day. She was a big girl, was eighteen and an adult,
and could make her own decisions.
    He
turned from her and headed out the backdoor, about to light up a joint to help
relax him further, and, he hoped, put anything that had to do with Lyric out of
his head.
    Once
outside he smelled the scent of pot and cigarettes in the air, but he moved
over to the side, right by the kitchen window, and got out his own joint. He
was a solitary guy by nature, and even if he’d shown up here he really didn’t
want to socialize. Several people on the patio glanced his way, even leaned in
and started whispering. He didn’t give a fuck, and even flipped off a
douche-bag that kept glaring his way.
    Fuck
them all.
    Anything
he felt for Lyric had been pushed to the side, because honestly he shouldn’t
and wouldn’t go there. A part of him thought it was wrong to even want her. She
might not be blood related, might have no connection to him aside from a
marriage between their parents, but damn, wasn’t that crossing a line wanting
her in a really fucking dirty way?
    He
placed the joint between his lips and lit the end with his lighter. He inhaled
deeply, kept the smoke in his lungs, and turned to look through the window.
From this vantage point he could see her sitting on the couch still. She seemed
lonely, her friend speaking with someone else. While watching her he exhaled
the smoke and took another hit off the joint.
    Damn she’s hot, and her timid
demeanor makes her even more desirable.
    But
wanting Lyric couldn’t end well, not even if he’d had the balls to go after
her. He wasn’t good for anyone, least of all her. She was the one that got good
grades, was sweet and gentle. He was a bastard, got into shit, and made his
mother disappointed in him. No, he’d push away all those asshole thoughts about
wanting her. If he needed pussy that bad there were plenty of girls willing to
spread. He could just get rid of his desires in them, use them the same way
they used him. Yeah, he was a fucking bastard.

Chapter
Six
     
    It
had been an hour or so since Lyric had shown up at the party. She was on her
third beer, had a buzz going on, but was about to call it quits with the
alcohol and the night. Marie was over in the corner, pressed against the window
with a guy all over her. Although she’d tried to reason with her friend,
explaining why making out with a guy she didn’t know, and one in college and
probably way more experienced, wasn’t the best idea, Marie hadn’t been drunk
and knew what she was doing.
    Looking
down at her cell, Lyric saw it was only going on eleven, still early party
wise, but she was done with this scene. It wasn’t for her anyway, and she had
only come because Marie had talked her into it. Her bed was sounding nice right
about now, and with her dad and stepmother gone for the weekend, and Landon
here, probably going to be passed out before the night was over with, she’d
have the whole house to herself.
    Looking
up and scanning the crowd again, she tried to see if she could spot Landon.
Since seeing him show up she’d been looking for him, but once he’d gone into
the kitchen and disappeared she hadn’t seen him again. It was probably for the
best. Even after they’d left school that day and spent a few hours together, it
wasn’t like their relationship drastically changed. In fact, aside from a few
conversations here and there, and of course that shower incident where he’d
been in nothing but a towel far too small for his huge frame, they’d not
talked.
    God, him in a towel…
    Yeah,
she was sitting here alone, blushing, and thinking about Landon in that towel,
his hard muscles on display and splatters of water on his chest.
    Lyric
knew her desires for Landon weren’t right, knew that nothing would ever come of
them. Their