Beautiful Series Boxset, books 1-4

by Lilliana Anderson

  She giggled. “They never really went for the boy-girl sleepover, did they?”

  When I didn’t respond, she nudged me gently.

  “So, how bad is it this time?”

  “Same as always. I didn’t really hang around long to listen.”

  “Do you think they’ll check your room for you?”

  I shook my head. “I doubt it. They’re pretty focused on screaming right now.”

  Pressing her lips together, she flicked her hair over her shoulder, causing my saliva to thicken as that long-gone urge to pull on her pig tails made its way to the surface again. Shit.

  “Cassie told me she likes you,” she said after a while.

  “Is she the tiny one with the curly hair?”

  “Yeah… she asked me to… I don’t know. This is stupid,” she huffed out, rolling onto her back.

  I got up on my elbow, so I could see her face properly. “What? What’s stupid?”

  Sighing she said, “She asked me to find out if you like her too.” She brought her forearm up to cover her eyes and groaned. “God, I feel like I’m in primary school doing this.” I didn’t like that she was doing it either. Relationships out there weren’t supposed to touch our friendship in here.

  “Then why are you?”

  She bounces a shoulder. “I don’t know. She keeps asking me to.”

  “Well, my answer is: I don’t know. I hardly know her.”

  “God, I can’t tell her that.”

  “Why not? It’s the truth.”

  “Because, she’ll get all upset.” She got back up on her elbow and faced me.

  “Then she shouldn’t keep asking.”

  Trina pressed her lips together as she thought for a moment. “Everyone seems to be so interested in pairing up lately.”

  “Are you?”

  “I don’t know. What about you?”

  “Not really.”

  “Why? Don’t you want to kiss a girl to see what it’s like?”

  “Who’s to say I haven’t.”

  “Me. I know you, David. You’ve never kissed a girl before.”

  “So? You’ve never kissed a boy.”

  “That’s not because I don’t want to. They’re just not interested in me.”

  “Listen, I’m going to let you in on a secret. The guys are more interested in sports and farting than girls. I mean, they talk about them and stuff, but I don’t think we’re as into this boyfriend-girlfriend stuff as you girls are… Well, at least I know I’m not anyway.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t think I’ll ever want a relationship to be honest with you. Look at the mess my mum and dad are in. Why would I want that?”

  “No one expects you to get married, David.”

  “I know that. I just don’t want the drama, and I don’t want to hang out with them instead of you. But, if you really want a boyfriend, then fine, I can tell you who thinks you’re hot. But once we hook up with other people, then that’s our friendship time over. We only get to hang out after school as it is, and if we start pretending to be all serious about relationships and stuff, then we’ll lose that time too. I don’t want that. I don’t want to stop hanging out with you just so I can start messing around with some girl who’s gonna take up all my time.” I shrugged and looked over at her.

  Letting a short laugh come out her nose, she said, “I never thought about it like that. Maybe we can just hook up with people at parties for fun like some of the others do, avoid the whole relationship issue.”

  I closed my eyes, feeling sick at the image of seeing her hanging off some guy. “Trina, you’re too good for that kind of thing.”

  “Am I?” She let out her breath and turned onto her back, staring at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at me. “I’m glad, you know?”

  “What about?”

  “You not wanting to date Cassie. I was worried you’d go out with her and wouldn’t have time for me anymore.”

  With a deep sigh that I felt throughout my body, I slid my arm underneath her and pulled her close. “Never Trina. I’ll always have time for you.”

  I hadn’t had a decent night sleep for ages, so it took a bit for Trina to rouse me. She was shaking my shoulder and whispering urgently while looking between me and her bedroom door.

  “Wha?” I sat up, bleary-eyed.

  “You have to go,” she whispered, holding a finger to her lips as the doorknob began to jiggle from side to side, followed by a thumping knock and her mum’s voice.

  “Katrina! Why is your door locked? You know I hate it when you do that. What if there was a fire? We couldn’t get you out.”

  Trina’s eyes widened. “Get out of here!”

  “Now? She’ll hear me,” I whispered back.

  Pressing her lips together, she rolled her eyes then turned her face towards the door. “Mum. Let me sleep,” she muttered in a sleep-drunk voice.

  I almost laughed at her acting skills and she clapped her hand over my mouth. Shut up, she mouthed, biting her lip to control her own laughter.

  “You have school, young lady. Get your butt out of bed now.”

  “Fine, just give me a minute to get dressed. I’m allowed privacy for that, you know.”

  We could hear her mum’s feet shift away from the door. “Just be out for breakfast in ten minutes, or…or I’ll take the sim card from your phone.”

  “Harsh,” I whispered, half smiling over the exchange as I pulled her hand away from my mouth. Katrina’s mum was pretty strict, but she meant well. I actually thought she was pretty cool.

  Reaching over to her bedside table, Katrina turned on some music so HIM’s version of ‘Wicked Game’ filled her room.

  Taking the noise as my cue, I slid my feet into my shoes and headed for the window. Once again removing the screen, so I could climb through.

  Standing on the ground outside, I leaned in. “Thanks for last night, Trina. You could have gotten into a lot of trouble.”

  “Just go, or I will be in a lot of trouble… and you’re welcome,” she smiled, leaning on her windowsill so we were eye level.

  Something about the way she leaned toward me caused my stomach to skitter. And I don’t know why I did it, but I grabbed her face and pressed my lips against hers, holding her there as I slowly inhaled and my mind spun. It was a first for both of us—a soft kiss, involving only our lips, but still, it took my breath a moment to return to me.

  When I pulled back, Katrina’s cheeks were bright pink and her eyes were wide with surprise. “What did you do that for?” she asked in a shocked whisper.

  “Now you don’t have to wonder what it’s like,” I told her with a wink, trying to act as though it was just a bit of fun.

  All of a sudden, her expression changed before she hit me in the shoulder. “You just stole my first kiss, you dick.” She laughed, only half meaning what she was saying. “Go home before I think you meant it.” Rolling her eyes at me, she lifted the screen back into the frame.

  “Hey, at least you’ll always remember me now,” I told her, curling one side of my mouth into a grin.

  She simply shook her head at me, smiling the whole time I helped her fix the fly screen back in place. I was glad she could see the kiss as something fun between us, because I didn’t want anything to change. I needed things between us to stay just as they were. She was the only stability I had.

  “See you at school,” she said as I took off for home.

  Once there, I climbed back through my window and listened to the house. The TV was on in the living room, but I couldn’t hear any voices so I figured I got away with my impromptu sleepover and walked out of my room as if I’d been there all along.

  When I reached the end of the hallway, my mother was sitting at the kitchen table, her head in her hands as she sat in her dressing gown, hunched over a cup of coffee. The moment she looked up at me, I could tell that she’d been crying all night.

  Instant guilt stabbed like a knife in my gut. She must have gone into my roo
m and found me gone. She probably thought I ran away…

  “Mum…” I started, attempting to apologise as I stepped towards her.

  “He’s gone,” she told me hoarsely, a tear rolling out of her already swollen eyes. She swiped at it, quickly removing it from her face. “Your dad. He left us.”

  “Bullshit,” I blurted. It was the first thing that popped out of my mouth. I had known this was possible, actually, I thought I wanted my dad gone. But to be faced with the reality of it… well, I felt sick. Angry. Abandoned…worthless.

  My own father chose poker machines and alcohol over his family. Over me. I was never going to be enough for him.

  Three

  By the time year ten rolled around, Trina’s group and mine had merged into one. At first, I thought it was great. Trina and I could sit together and talk without setting ourselves apart from the others. But it quickly became evident we were closer than two friends were meant to be. Everyone wanted to know what was really going on between us, despite the fact we’d told them a thousand times we were simply best friends.

  Further suspicion arose when I wouldn’t let any of the guys talk about her as if she were a hole to be plundered. They could say anything about anyone else, but the moment Trina’s name came up accompanied by any comments pertaining to how hot her arse was, my protective instincts kicked in, leaving me frothing at the mouth and ready for a fight.

  “What’s your deal, Taylor?” Brett asked after PE one day. “You keepin’ her for yourself?”

  “She’s like my sister,” I said, borrowing from Trina’s own words even though I didn’t see her that way. “I don’t want any of you talkin’ shit about her.”

  “What about Cassie? Can we talk shit about her?”

  “Cassie?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. Say whatever you want.”

  He pulled a can of deodorant from his bag and sprayed his pits as he spoke. “Well, I hear she’s gonna hit you up at the dance next week.”

  “Hit me up?” I laughed it off. “You make me sound like a drug dealer.”

  “Well then, let me be blunt. She wants your cock, mate. And she hasn’t been quiet about it.”

  I cleared my throat and focused on packing my gear back into my bag. “Right.”

  He clapped me on the back and laughed. “You should be smiling, mate. You’re in. And I hear she gives great head.”

  Sweat coated my upper lip, and I swiped a hand across my mouth as I laughed to hide my nerves. “How would you even know what great head is Daniels?” I shot back. “All you have to compare it to is Pornhub and your lubed up hand.” That garnered us a few snickers around the change room, giving me a chance to calm down. I’d heard the rumours about Cassie like every guy in here had. I also knew she’d had a thing for me since Katrina asked me about her a couple of years ago. But I’d always avoided her, still uninterested in doing the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing. I preferred my male-female interactions to happen with girls I didn’t know personally, girls Trina wasn’t friends with. Cassie could make my life really awkward.

  “Fuck you, Taylor.” Brett scowled as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I give you good news and you dis me? Uncool, bro.”

  “Whatever, man. I’m not interested in Cassie.”

  He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

  The idea of a dance was pretty lame, but our entire group went since there isn’t a hell of a lot for sixteen-year-olds to do on weekends that didn’t involve vandalising shit. We were supposed to get all dressed up in retro clothes like we were from the sixties or something. And the girls got really into it, so did a few of the guys. But most of us just turned up in our regular jeans and a T-shirt deal.

  Being a school event, it was alcohol free. But Brett smuggled in some bourbon and we all got a little tipsy from mixing it in our cans of coke. Not a lot of dancing was getting done, we were mostly just sitting around as a group shooting the shit. As Brett had reported a few days before, Cassie was making her interest painfully obvious. I wasn’t interested. My mind was focused more on the fact that Trina and this guy Ben we’re having their own private conversation that didn’t involve the rest of us. Then they decided to go inside and dance, and I couldn’t sit still anymore. It didn’t take long before I was making excuses to go and find her.

  “She wants you to meet her on the oval,” Brett said when I returned to the group empty handed. I thanked him with a nod and headed straight through the gates, my heart thumping because I hated that she’d come out here on her own. What is she thinking? I hoped she was OK.

  It was pitch black when I stepped out around the building, so I wasn’t really prepared when she jumped on me and practically shoved her tongue down my throat. Holy fuck. A surge of confusion and desire rush through my veins as I stumbled forward, bracing myself against the brick wall to regain my balance, which was when I realised it wasn’t Trina attaching herself to me. It was Cassie. I quit responding, but she kept trying. She was like a leech on my face.

  “Stop,” I said, lifting my knee to balance her. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “What I’ve always wanted to do,” she whispered, grinding herself against me as she tried to pull my mouth back to hers.

  I pulled away and tried to put her down, but she was clinging to me like a fucking monkey. “I thought I was meeting Katrina out here.”

  That made her pause. “Are you serious? I thought you two were like brother and sister. That’s what Brett told me.”

  “We are. Which is why I need to look out for her.” I swung my head side to side, trying to see if she was out here.

  “She’s fine,” Cassie cooed. “Ben is taking good care of her. I saw them walking towards the bus bay. You don’t have to worry about her.” She hooked her leg around my waist and ground herself against me. My body responded involuntarily, and she grinned. “Focus on me, big boy. I know a quiet little spot where no one will see us. I want to taste you. I want to let you inside me.” She ran her tongue along my jaw and I moaned because I’m a guy and a pretty girl was offering to suck my cock and let me fuck her. But I didn’t want this to go any further. I didn’t not like Cassie. I just hardly knew the girl. She was more Katrina’s friend than she was mine which made her off limits in my book.

  “Cassie. That’s um, a great offer. But, not here OK,” I told her, prying myself free and setting her onto the ground.

  “We’re both sixteen, David. It's not like we’re doing anything illegal.”

  “Um, I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to whip my dick out on school grounds.”

  “Not if nobody sees.”

  “Maybe some other time, OK?”

  “I’ll hold you to that,” she said, blowing a kiss over her shoulder as she walked away, disappearing round the corner, leaving me confused and on my own.

  Fucking hell. Despite being warned, I was not ready for what just happened here.

  Needing a few moments until I was able to present myself in public again, I gathered my thoughts. I wanted to find Trina. Knowing she was alone with some other guy didn’t sit easy with me. Did Trina have a thing for Ben? She’d never mentioned it if she did, and come to think of it, neither had he. But no one would around me. I wasn’t afraid to knock teeth out if anyone dared to do wrong by her. Would Ben risk my wrath? He was decent in a group; quiet without talking too much smack. But I had no idea how he treated girls when they were alone. Were they just talking out at the bus bay? Or were they doing something…more? My skin crawled at the idea seconds before my feet propelled me forward so I could cut through the school to get to them.

  The moment I stepped through the gate, Brett slapped me on the back and congratulated me, handing me his bottle of spiked coke.

  “What for?” I asked in bewilderment. Forgetting for a moment that he’d sent me out there on purpose.

  “For popping Cassie’s cherry,” he informed me.

  “What? No way. That didn’t happen.” Suddenly I felt sick. Is that what everyone thinks?

  “Do
n’t act all coy, dude. The girls are all over there talking about it. She told them all you have this giant cock and you rocked her world. And dude, I’m inclined to believe her. I’ve seen that thing of yours at the urinal—it’s unnatural.” He laughed just as a few of the other guys joined in the congratulatory party.

  “My man,” Terry said as each of them slapped my back in congratulations. It was like I’d won something and no matter how much I objected, not one of them believed me.

  “Man, those girls are just giving up their virginity lately. We’re all gonna get lucky,” Brian said, but since a lot of people called him ‘pizza face’ behind his back, I didn’t like his chances.

  “Yeah. Ever since Mara and Aaron started screwing, they all seem to want in on it.” Terry nodded sagely.

  “What the hell?” I mumbled, my eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they were hooding my eyes. Then I shook my head and excused myself. “I need to find Trina.”

  “Check the bus bay,” Brian said. “Saw her head that way with Ben.”

  “Fucking Ben,” I grumbled under my breath as I headed that way, keeping my head down as I avoided eye contact with everyone and anyone. What the fuck was up with Cassie telling everyone that shit? We barely fucking kissed and now everyone thinks I had sex with her? It was bullshit. I hate liars. I hate rumours. I hate fucking school and small-minded gossip mongers. My skin felt too tight, the back of my neck hot. I just wanted to find Trina and get the hell out of there.

  Exiting the other side of the school, I found her sitting on a silver bench with Ben. My stomach twisted in knots when I saw how close they were, heads bowed, his fingers touching her face. Then the bottom of my stomach fell out completely as he leaned forward and kissed her. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him to get his fucking hands off her, but I clamped my mouth shut and swallowed my protest down. Because she wasn’t my girl. She was my friend. Only my friend. And while I knew these feelings of protectiveness meant more than simple friendship, I also knew that I would never cross those lines. She was the most important person in my life. I wasn’t going to fuck it up with the drama a relationship would bring. I’d witnessed enough in my life to know that relationships end, family leaves, but the kind of friendship Trina and I have can get us through anything. As long as I don’t fuck it up.