Eden High: Part Two (Eden High #2)

by Jordan Silver

  “So I can’t cook big deal. I hired you a chef that does wonders in the kitchen didn’t I?”

  “Yes dear you certainly did. Now son about this new girl.”

  “Come on Chad you old letch let me go see if this old girl can take care of what ails you.”

  “Geez can you two try to be a little more conventional?”

  “What’s that son?”

  “I think it’s an oven.” Dad smirked at me.

  “Well what’s she doing all the way over there son?”

  “She’s gabbing to one of her friends from back home about something mom.”

  Just then she came up on the deck with a big open smile on her face. What happened to shy and nervous? Dad the jerk pushed me aside and walked towards her with an outstretched hand.

  “Hi, you must be Sian, what a beautiful and unusual name.”

  “You think so? I always thought it sounded like someone was saying sigh Ann.”

  “Out of the way Chad.” Mom brushed him aside. “Hello sweetheart and welcome to our home, I was meaning to come by and introduce myself to your mom.

  I’m on the school committee and she’s already signed on for some stuff, but time just got away from me and then I got really sick...” She walked Sian through the open sliding glass doors and into the kitchen.

  What the fuck? Mom was nervous as hell. Dad and I exchanged a look, because it wasn’t often we saw that shit and I was starting to wonder why the hell my mom, who was the reigning queen of Eden would be this nervous.

  Dad just shook his head and muttered something about ‘women’, under his breath. We both followed our women in and stood in the doorway looking in.

  You see the thing is, mom doesn’t act this way around anyone else except dad and I and Marisa.

  She’s usually more reserved no matter who the person is. She’s had to learn over the years that everyone who smiled wasn’t necessarily your friend.

  “How about a cookie dear, they’re macadamia nut.”

  “Is there white chocolate?”

  “Of course, otherwise what’s the point?”

  “Ooh yum you better start me off with two then.” Mom was grinning from ear to ear. She gave Si the cookies and milk and came back out to me and dad.

  “She eats cookies, a seventeen year old girl that looks like that and eats cookies. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

  Please let this be the one that will be sitting down across from me at Thanksgiving for the next forty years, woot.”

  Dad and I could only look on as she turned and headed back into the house. I’d fallen down the rabbit hole.

  “Seriously son, she’s cute.” Dad patted my shoulder and walked in. I watched the three of them for a solid five minutes before joining them.

  She’s so fucking cute. Mom and dad hooted and hollered when I walked in and right in the middle of their getting to know you conversation, took her face in my hands and kissed her like I owned her.

  “Okay you two scram we have homework before dinner.” I got rid of them and took her into the family room with me. Ideally, my room would’ve been my first choice, but I didn’t want to freak her out her first time here.

  She looked around as we walked through but I kept her distracted with my lips on hers every time it looked like she was about to freak.

  We set up and got down to studying, though I spent more time watching her than my books.

  She looked good here, felt good here, like she belonged. Jasper came trotting into the room and made a beeline for her.

  I was halfway out of my seat ready to protect her but there was no need. I’d left him shut up in my room because along with being my pet since forever, he’s a trained attack dog who would tear the throat out of anyone who he thought was a threat to me.

  I thought I’d introduce the two of them to each other gradually, but it looked like there might not be any need.

  “Hey doggie, what’s your name?” My heart went into my throat when she got off the chair and crouched in front of the approaching dog.

  I opened my mouth to call him off but he just stopped a couple feet in front of her and moved his head from side to side as if studying her.

  “Don’t be afraid, I won’t bite.” Cute. “What’s his name Jace?”

  “That’s Jasper.” I watched as my dog, who it had taken every last person over the past ten years at least a couple months to win over, licked her hands.

  She scratched behind his ears and talked to him like he was a kid. “Alright you two, Sian we’ve got homework then dinner then necking on the couch, time’s wasting. Jasper, get your own girl.”

  She blushed and bit her lip when I kissed her hair. “Come on beauty or he’ll never stop.”

  She grinned and hopped back in her chair while my dog whined at me.

  ***

  I couldn’t stop touching her, her hair, her hand, her face. Some part of me was continuously touching some part of her, as we studied in silence.

  “You must have a fat trust fund huh.”

  “What?” What the fuck? That statement came out of left field as I was nibbling her neck. She better not be after my cash or her ass is going to be in for a world of hurt.

  I’ve dealt with that shit all my life so it’s nothing new it’s just…

  I would never have pegged her for a gold digger. If this went south I’m going to be so pissed. How could I have been so wrong? I was starting to get pissed the fuck off; seriously?

  “Well, your parents are loaded, they love you and you’re an only child. Stands to reason all of this will be yours someday.”

  The more she talked the more pissed off I was becoming. Still I didn’t say a word, just let her carry on, waiting for the pitch. I have to say of all the others that had tried, she was a rank amateur.

  I didn’t give away any of my inner turmoil, just pulled back away from her and watched her as she continued.

  “See the thing is, I have two siblings at home that I have to share my loot with.

  As much as I like the good life I figure I’m going to have to study really hard and do really well in school to be able to afford those things for myself in the next few years. So I need to study; you’re distracting me.”

  I started breathing again and couldn’t believe the relief I felt. What the fuck would I have done if she…

  “Damn baby, that’s one long winded ass way to shut a guy down, just say you’re not interested.”

  “What I’m saying is that there is a time and a place for everything, and right now it’s time to study. In the next hour and a half or so we can play.”

  She then covered my mouth with hers and tried to suck my face off. My dick perked his head up, literally, and was ready for action; then, just as suddenly she pulled away and went back to her book.

  I rubbed my lips where I could still feel her and the smile started in my heart. Unfucking believable. I’d hit pay dirt.

  ***

  Dinner was an experience with my parents vying for the top spot. It was fun watching them fight over her attention.

  It was also good to see the girl who had freaked out at the grandeur of my home, treat my parents like an old aunt and uncle that she’d known for years. What the fuck happened in that phone call anyway?

  She got dad’s jokes and shared mom’s obsession with coma inducing literature. It was a good fit.

  Mom and dad gave me the stamp of approval, which was a kiss to her head from each as they said goodnight and left us for the next hour.

  I had half expected it, wanted it, but it was good to have it.

  “Your parents are amazing, nothing at all like I expected.”

  “Oh? What did you expect?” I pulled her down on the couch next to me in the living room. She was so relaxed now that she didn’t even bat a lash at all the awards and trophies and shit that lined the walls.

  “I have a confession to make.” She bit her lip, looking nervous again, but I had learned not to second-guess her.

  “I researc
hed your family when I got home. I only did it because I don’t really know that much about you, and I wanted to be prepared.” She seemed to think I would be mad at her for this.

  “You did huh, and what did you find?” She told me everything that Wiki had to say about my family going back three generations.

  I listened to her in amazement as she went on and on with excitement. Right in the middle of her dissertation I covered her lips with mine.

  She kisses like she doesn’t know how and I love that. I love the way she goes after my tongue when I tease her with it, but most of all, I love the way she clings to me.

  I kept her there on that couch for the next forty five minutes with my tongue down her neck or hers down mine, fighting myself like a son of a bitch not to take her up to my room.

  “Let’s get you home before your parents forbid you to ever leave the house again.” My little virgin princess was glassy eyed and flushed as I put her away from me.

  “Just one more.” I took her lips again and held her close, our hearts knocking against each other. She was with me.

  ***

  I couldn’t wait to see her the next day. I spent the night thinking of ways to get her to spend the night with me sometime in the near future.

  I’ve never spent the night with a chick before, never wanted to. I fuck and bounce. Last night, I couldn’t get to sleep because she wasn’t there next to me.

  I wanted her smell in my bed, wanted to roll over and find her essence on my pillow.

  I was falling fast and possibly breaking every rule dad had ever taught me when it came to relationships, but you know what? I don’t give a fuck.

  My mind was made up and after last night’s little scare, when I had feared for the briefest of moments that she was just another money hungry slag, only to have her prove me wrong, prove that what I was beginning to feel for her wasn’t in vain, I wasn’t willing to half step.

  My heart actually fucking sped up, as I pulled into the lot and saw her little roadster already there with the lights just winking off.

  Oh shit. I pulled in just as she got out of the car. She was smiling and beaming as she talked with her girls who walked over to meet her. I watched her for a hot minute just sucking her in.

  Then my face changed as I climbed out of my car. She seemed to have had a wardrobe malfunction today, something I was gonna have to deal with right here and now.

  “Morning baby, let’s go.” I wrapped my arm around her ass and kept walking, leaving her girls behind.

  “Is something wrong?” I didn’t stop to kiss her so I’m guessing that’s why she was asking. Either that or the way I was all but frog marching her across the schoolyard.

  I saw the looks from the other fuckers who had no respect whatsoever, but then again I couldn’t blame them for looking.

  I walked by the onlookers and kept my cool. She didn’t know, because I hadn’t told her, I kept reminding myself of that as she looked at me for an answer to my strange behavior.

  I walked through the halls to my locker and stopped. “What the fuck, are you doing Sian?” She jumped even though I hadn’t raised my voice.

  “What, I don’t understand, why are you mad at me?”

  “Baby, the jeans.” She looked down at herself as if expecting her fly to be open or something.

  “What about them what’s wrong with my pants?”

  “They’re not for you.”

  “What why?”

  “They show off your ass too well, looks like you’re advertising something that’s no longer on the market. And you’re almost hanging out of that shirt, what the fuck?”

  I reached into my locker and found the perfect thing. “Commercial’s over.” I threw it on her shoulder.

  “What’s this?”

  “My old jersey, go put it on.”

  “Jace I can’t wear this big old thing all day.”

  “Yeah you can, and don’t tie it in a knot under your tits, that defeats the purpose. What’re you doing after school?”

  “Nothing that I know of, why?”

  “We’re going shopping, you need girlfriend appropriate clothing.”

  “Don’t you have football practice?”

  “Nope Coach got kicked in the head by a bull.” She laughed a little nervously.

  “Which one of you kicked him?”

  “No, he went to his sister’s and got kicked in the head by a bull. Call your mom and tell her you’re with me after school.”

  “Are your really serious about the jeans?”

  I took her face in my hands so she could see my eyes and get what I was about to say to her.

  This shit will probably send her screaming but that was too bad. She was mine now; she wasn’t going anywhere.

  “I do not want you dressing for show, I do not want you dressing like the rest of the girls around here.

  No too short skirts, no too tight tops and no jeans that show the crack of your ass. The way you dressed yesterday and the day before that is perfectly fine.

  You do not need, nor do I want you to be one of the crowd. Please try to keep that in mind. You’re who I want, not a fucking replica.”

  I kissed her hard and walked away.

  THE END