ROSE

Amira had Watchamacallit by Ella Mai featuring Chris Brown blaring through the speakers in the house. Dylan and Lacy didn't mind having her over but they made sure to voice their dislike of her presence when her back was turned. I couldn't blame them. Amira wasn't the most ideal houseguest to have. Between me constantly reminding her not to cuss in the kid's presence and to clean after herself, her visitation was beginning to annoy me, too.

Luckily, tonight Dylan and the family were at Macy's house celebrating Axel's birthday. That left Amira and me alone at home. We were busy getting ready for the party later tonight that Miguel had invited me to. I decided I'd invite Amira to join. My plan was simple: she would see Sean flirting with every girl at the party and finally wake up. Hopefully, she would gather her self dignity and find a way to get over him. I figured half my plan would work, she would never say no to a party. The other half, I wasn't certain of. Jealousy treated every person differently. I wasn't sure if she would move on or turn psycho and up her game in trying to win him back.

Either way, all I wanted was for Sean's attention to be off me. I couldn't stand the thought of me falling for him like some lovesick teen in some cliched romance movie or novel. Resisting the bad boy charm he had was easier said than done. Especially after I saw how much he cared for his friend and his nephews. The guy that treated me like crap and acted as if he didn't have a twin that looked identical to him actually cared for people other than himself. It was sweet and would have any girl, including myself, swooning. When Dean proposed this idea I should have rejected it. He should have known what a terrible idea it would be to allow his brother to spend so much time with me.

At least I had a break from seeing Sean these past two days. I had last seen him on Wednesday when he brought me home from the beach. The bonfire was amazing. Sean and I barely spent time together. He went off with God knows who doing God knows what and left me alone with Miguel who was sweet enough to keep me company for the entire night. It was easy to talk to Miguel, easy to laugh and joke with him. He was a fun, lovable guy who had an excessive partying habit and an unfortunate tie to a cartel.

Sean only returned to the bonfire area when he was ready to leave. He hadn't even asked if I wanted to go home, he just grabbed me by the arm and ordered me onto his motorcycle, speeding off once we were both on the monstrous contraption. Inconsiderate idiot that he was, drove way over the speed limit whilst intoxicated out of his mind. Add that to the fact he wore no helmet and that equated to me praying to the Gods to save my soul and send him straight into the fiery pits of Hell if we crashed.

And I was totally not being dramatic!

Luckily, I made it home in one piece and so did he because the next day he sent me a text asking if I needed a ride to his place for the party. I declined, in turn asking Miguel for a ride because it seemed like the safer option. Plus, Sean couldn't oppose Amira coming to the party if she was already there.  To quote the famous Colonel John "Hannibal" Smith from the 1980's series 'The A-Team': 'I love it when a plan comes together.

I completed setting my hair but I knew it would frizz with the humidity in the air the moment I stepped foot outside. The heat didn't stop me from adding a thin layer of makeup to my face, just enough so my nose wouldn't shine too much. Amira had me fit into one of her tiny dresses. With me being tall and her shorter than me, it meant that the dress barely covered my behind. I was uncomfortable but there was just no saying no to her.

Watchamacallit began playing again and I threw Amira a questioning glance, "You're going to kill that song. We're going to hate it by the time we leave for the party."

"You could never hate it," she dismissed with a wave of her hand, "because your voice is always on pitch when you sing along to it. I bet you hadn't even realized you were singing just now, too lost in that head of yours."

It was a habit I developed. I would unconsciously sing along to whatever I listened to as I thought about something or did homework, or anything to be honest, "Sorry, I'm just thinking of a way to get out of this dress," I admitted, scrunching my nose at the midnight blue material that glittered when it caught slivers of light.

"There's one way I know off," Amira said in a sing-song voice, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, "all you have to do is get Sean alone, I bet he won't be able to keep his hands off you. He'd probably rip the dress right off."

So she had plans of her own.

I couldn't help wonder what she wanted to accomplish by doing this. She definitely wasn't okay with Sean's insinuations. I knew because she dared to complain to Dean who in turn offloaded the garbage on me, chastising me for sleeping with his brother before even asking for the facts. I had to admit, his jealousy was adorable.

"Nothing of the sort will be happening tonight," I smiled tightly at her, grabbing my phone to see the time. It was almost 8 pm which meant Miguel would be arriving soon to pick us up, "could you make it fast. We will only get there tomorrow morning at the rate you're getting ready."

"Relax, boo. Perfection takes time," she murmured, adding a coat of highlighter to her cheekbones.

"No, caking your face takes time. I don't understand why you need so much makeup anyway. It's going to melt like ice cream once you're inside the place," I grimaced thinking about the sweaty bodies that will be stuffed into the small space. Parties and I didn't get along.

"Nope, I have a solution that will dry and bake the makeup so it stays just as perfect throughout the night," she grinned proudly at me as she began spraying some sort of solution on her face.

With a groan, I plopped myself onto the bed and began singing along with the song in hopes to pass the time, "...This could be our little secret, a whatchamacallit..."

"Girl, I know you got a man, he can't make you lose it like I can..." A voice sang out. One that was melodious and in tune with my own and the song playing. Sean stood at the threshold of the guest bedroom, singing along with Chris Brown and all I could do was openly gape at him because I hadn't such a hypnotic voice to leave those foul lips.

By the time the chorus hit, we were singing together, eyes locked and matching one another's pitch to perfection. I hated to admit it aloud, but we sounded good together. It wasn't an effort to harmonize our voices, wasn't an effort to hit each cue with precision, wasn't an effort for the words to leave my lips along with his. When the song drew to a close, Amira and Miguel just stared at us silently and I finally found the courage to tear my eyes away from Sean's enchanting deep brown orbs.

"Fuck me sideways!" Amira gasped, looking between Sean and me.

"I second that," Miguel said, nodding his head as if he didn't know what to do next so he did the only thing he was good at and turned his charm to Amira, "I'm Miguel, you must be the friend Rosa mentioned," his cheesy smile lightened the atmosphere in the room considerably.

"Yup, that's me," Amira rose to her feet, even wearing her five-inch heels she was still pretty short, "I'm Amira."

Miguel gave her figure a quick sweep. Her jet black hair was curled loosely framing her face and her medusa piercing caught his attention instantaneously. She wore a neon pink bra under a black fishnet top that ended above her belly button so it showed off her curves and piercing. The leather skirt she wore was both too tight and too short. If she was aiming for the 'hoe' look then she was most certainly succeeding.

When I finally got onto my own two feet I felt three pairs of eyes on me. Miguel let out a long whistle, winking at me teasingly, Amira gave me a thumbs up, and Sean, his lips turned down into a deep grimace, a dark look crossing his eyes.

"Take Amy with you, I'll bring Rose," Sean ordered Miguel but his hard glare never left me.

"You sure, Hermano?"

"She's coming with me," Sean gritted and Miguel shrugged, mouthing the word sorry before leaving the room with Amira in tow. Once we heard the front door close, he relaxed his stance but folded his tattooed arms across his chest. The red tee he wore fitted his muscles too perfectly. He paired the tee with khaki cargo pants that had elastic around the ankles and white Nike air force sneakers, "Mind telling me what the fuck you're wearing?" His voice pulled me out of my shameful gawking state.

I cocked a challenging brow at him, "Why, what's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Oh, I don't know," he sarcastically began, "it's too short, shows way too much tits, makes you look like a complete whore which is more Amira's style than yours. Take your fucking pick, princess."

I cringed at his choice of words. Of course, it hurt. No girl wanted to hear someone tell them that they looked like a whore. Then again, this was more like the words I expected from his lips. Those foul lips only spoke poison but were blessed with a voice on an Angel.

Shit, maybe he was the Devil reincarnate after all.

It was all beginning to make sense!

"You can't exactly tell me what I should and shouldn't dress in," I replied curtly, ready to leave the room but the moment I was close enough he caught me by my arm and forced me to look at him.

"You're right," he conceded but an evil smirk began curving his full lips, "But I can control which fucker will or will not be talking to you tonight. Babysitting isn't my thing but there's something strangely satisfying about being a pain in your ass."

"Go suck some balls," I shot, pulling myself out of his hold.

He all but smirked, "I'd prefer sucking a pair of tits, pierced ones to be precise. Know anyone with a pair?"

I narrowed my eyes into slits, "Very funny, dipshit."

"I sure as hell thought so," with that, he took my hand in his and began tugging me out of the room and toward the exit. The only thing my mind could think of was how perfectly our hands fit together. His hand engulfed mine with warmth and had my cells dancing with anticipation.

I watched as he locked the front door and pocketed the key for later use. Lacy and Dylan had keys of their own so they wouldn't mind if I took the spare — or if Sean took it in this case. I had Amira's silver clutch going across my body, the silver chain sparkling under the light of the moon. The only thing the clutch could hold was my phone considering its limited space.

I followed silently behind Sean as he led the way to his motorcycle, two helmets ready to be worn hanging on the handles. He placed one on my head, fastened it, and then did the same to his before helping me onto the motorcycle. Sean Black could be a real dick but he sometimes had this unexplainable good in him. Good that almost made me want to overlook his jerk behavior.

The contraption roared to life beneath me, vibrating my bones. He zipped off and cold wind greeted my exposed skin. I couldn't keep the smile off my face, wrapping my arms around Sean's waist tighter and tilting my head back. I felt almost...free! It gave me the sense of flying without having to deal with my fear of heights. The thought had a laugh bubbling up my throat, getting lost in the wind.

We pulled into the undercover parking of a high riser. After removing our helmets, he helped me off his death trap and steadied me when my knees nearly buckled. He led the way into an elevator and I did my best not to look at the floor he would be pressing once we were inside. If I didn't know how high we were, it wouldn't bother me. Ignorance was definitely bliss when it needed to be.

I kept my eyes down, even when the doors parted. The music escaping his apartment was loud enough for the floor beneath my feet to quiver at the intensity. Electro house was what the Disk Jockey decided to play for the night, perfect for drunk, high, hormonal teens and young adults.

"Fuck, they better not be in my room," I heard Sean mutter under his breath, gripping my wrist and pushing his way through the crowd that blocked the entrance.

The place was dimly lit with multicolored lights flicking giving a disco ball effect. Somehow, I managed to spot someone mixing drinks in the kitchen since the place was pretty much open plan, a large keg next to them. I wasn't one for beer but I figured I'd need some to get through this night.

"Thank fuck," Sean let out a breath of relief and I looked in the direction his eyes were staring in. A locked white door glaring back at us.

"Don't like sharing your room?" I yelled over the music.

"More like, don't like strangers fucking in my bed," he turned, giving me a tight-lipped smile, "Come on, let's find Miguel unless he's balls deep in Amira he should be lurking around here somewhere."

Insert cringe!

We shoved our way through the sweaty bodies, trying to get into the living room where a table had been set up and a game of beer pong was being played. Amira was standing at the table, already looking tipsy. The beaming smile on her face faltered when she saw Sean's hand around my wrist but she was quick to repair her cracking mask.

Sean sat in the only available seat on a single couch and I stood beside him until I couldn't anymore. He easily fell into conversation with the people surrounding him and I felt out of place. This wasn't my scene. At least, now it wasn't. It was only in my mania that I enjoyed places like this. The constant partying, the never-ending flow of alcohol and drugs. The sex.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget but I couldn't. Maybe if I left to get that drink he wouldn't notice. He seemed too engrossed in his conversation to even care anyway. I used that as my distraction to make a run for it but all I had to do was turn to leave and Sean's hand flew to my wrist, holding me in place.

"Where are you going?" He didn't even turn to look at me, attention still on the buxom pink-haired girl seated on the couch beside his.

"Going to take a dump? Want to watch?" My sardonic answer had the group of people he sat with snickering.

Well freaking done, Rose!

He yanked me down by the arm causing me to fall flat on my ass onto his lap, "Hold it in."

"What?"

He brought his face awfully close to mine and I was certain I saw electricity pass between us as he did so, "Hold. It. The. Fuck. In."

"You're fucking crazy," I shrieked, swatting his chest in an attempt to get him to release me.

He clicked his tongue, hardening his eyes as if to glare me into acting right — or at least his version of right, "What do you really want to do, huh? I told you, no fucker in here is allowed to talk to you. I don't know if you noticed this, princess, but every guy in here is probably thinking with the head between their legs right now. That doesn't put you in a very good position. Especially dressed like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I huffed.

"Fuck, must someone constantly spell shit out for you. I'd swear you're a virgin if you keep this up," he grumbled, sitting back and relaxing into the comfort the couch provided.

The game of beer pong finished and two new teams began playing. I internally groaned when Amira walked up to the group holding an empty tequila bottle in hand, "Who wants to play a game of truth and dare?"

The crowd around us cheered and everyone began forming a circle. The buxom pink-haired girl giggled as she asked Sean, "You playing or what?"

"Sure, there's nothing better to do," Sean said.

I moved to get off of him but he stopped me yet again and I growled in irritation, "You're playing and I don't want to play," I briefly registered that Amira situated herself in such a position that the bottle would at least land once on her and Sean, "I'm going to get that drink now."

His large, tattooed hands gripped my hips and held me down onto his lap, "Don't you dare," he whispered lowly, "do you see who the fuck is sitting opposite us? She planned this!"

"Yeah, and I'd love to not get involved because it would probably be the end of the friendship Amira and I share," I hissed, "so please, let me go," I began wiggling in his hold, trying and failing to get off him but then I felt something large and very hard poke against my ass.

It's just his phone or something...

At least that was what I told myself as I struggled further. But deep down I knew a phone couldn't grow bigger or get harder and when he hissed and clenched his jaw I knew what I had done

"Stop fucking moving that pretty little ass of yours," he grumbled but an idea presented itself to me. Maybe if I made this as uncomfortable for him as it was for me, then he would let me go. So, with that in mind, I kept squirming in his lap, "Rose," my name sounded almost exotic rolling off his tongue, "stop!"

"Or else what?"

He made sure no one was looking but we both knew Amira had her eyes on us. That didn't faze him. The sultry smirk that captured his lips had me gulping. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of his hand on my knee, the calloused skin on his palm glided up slowly, stopping just above mid-thigh — where the tiny dress I wore ended, "If you don't stop your fucking squirming my hand will move higher."

Goosebumps littered every inch of my body and a delicious flame ignited in my belly, one I recognized and wished to snuff out, "You wouldn't dare!" I ground my teeth, focusing on the sound they made instead of the sound of my thundering heartbeat.

He inched his hand higher and my breath hitched. A look of satisfaction graced his face, "Don't test me," the tip of his tongue darted out of his mouth, wetting his plump bottom lip, "or maybe you like this," he whispered, stroking my inner thigh with his thumb.

"Not even in your wildest dreams," I spat, turning my attention to the circle. My eyes connected with Amira's and she quickly looked away.

So far, the bottle hadn't landed on Sean or Amira which was good for me. I had a feeling that if it landed on either of them then I'd somehow get dragged into the middle of it. The people the bottle had landed on were now either half-naked or busy making out with some other person in the circle. This was a frivolous game played by fools with fools. Honestly, at their age, these people should have been slightly more mature than this.

Round after round went by and I could see the agitation eating at Amira. I could practically see the cogs in her head turning, trying to figure out a way to get the bottle to land on her and Sean. This night was not panning out the way I had expected. I wanted Sean to flirt with every other girl, any other girl beside me so Amira would get over him. Now, she was beginning to loath not only him but me too.

Apparently, whoever sat upstairs wanted to keep the good times rolling and answered Amira's prayers. The bottle landed in such a way that she had to ask Sean the question. The excitement that glistened in her eyes could barely be contained as she said the words, "Truth or dare?"

The cocky bastard snaked an arm around my waist, holding me tightly against him as he answered, "Dare."

God, this would be a good time to strike him down with a lightning bolt!

An evil glint sparked in Amira's eyes as she looked between Sean and me and said nonchalantly , "I dare you to make out with the hottest girl in this room."

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