Where You’re From

Chapter 2

“Jay Jay!” I grinned at the sound of my best friends voice. Lucy Vanderwood and i had been best friends since before we were born. Our moms having been friends since their high school days. Needless to say we were inseparable, But total opposites. Where I was pale and lacking in curves, Not counting my ass. Lucy was all curves, olive skin, and raven hair. She’s full blooded Italian what can I say, her attitude speaks for itself. Lucy sashays over to my locker, literally swinging her hips.

“Careful, Luce, the freshman are drooling.” I tease.

She flips her hair over her shoulder, “That’s what i’m going for.” she winks as one of them goes by. I swear he blushes. I shake my head, “I wonder how many hearts you’ll have broken by lunch. little do they know their feelings will never be returned. ”

My best friend was a lover of lady kisses.

“Oh shut it i’m just having some fun. but let’s talk about you and how this is your year to finally get laid.” she said waggling her eyebrows.

“Good luck with that. you know my brother goes here, and has his teammates lurking everywhere. The chances of me getting a boyfriend let alone getting laid are nil.” God knows I don’t mind it, but still, being a virgin at seventeen the pressure is high to lose it. i’m pretty sure i’m the only virgin in my grade. Kill me.

“It’s not  a big deal, Luce. Plus Where would I find the time. with cheerleading, student government, and dance class. I literally have no extra time for a boyfriend. Or time to get laid…” I argue because really I have zero time for that.

“So true.” she conceded. ” I gotta go i’ll see you at practice and, Jay, we are so not done with this conversation.” She winks and walks in the opposite direction that i’m heading.

I start walking towards my first class, when suddenly there’s a bang and i’m fall backwards. I let out a squeal.

“Fuck. Shit.” a deep voice says. Hands grab my wait, pulling me up against a hard, firm body. The scent of sandalwood fills my senses, intoxication me.

he smells amazing, I muse.

“uh, thanks, you smell nice too.” he says laughing.

My face flamed, “Oh my god. I didn’t…I mean.” I stammered, this could not get any worse.

He just grins wider. Only then to I realize every part of my body is pressed up against his. His grip on my waist tightens. I gasp I try to push away, he doesn’t let go.

“I’m Nate.” He says his deep voice is stirring things in the southern regions of my body. I flush even more at that thought.

“I’m Justice but you can call me Jay or Jay Jay. Nope just Jay.” I was rambling and I needed to stop ASAP.

“Nice to meet you, Jay” I think I just swooned, like bone melting, a puddle of goo on the floor. His voice was velvet smooth. What was wrong with me? I mean sure he was the most gorgeous thing to ever walk the earth, and had this dimple on his cheek that i just wanted to lick…

Stop, Jay. you need to get a grip, and stop molesting this guy with your eyes. Fuck you hormones. 

I looked up at him and he was staring at my lips. I licked them. I swear I heard him growl. I started to lean in towards him.

“Justice Renee Jones.” I heard my brothers voice and pushed away from Nate so hard i started to topple over again but he grabbed my arm, righting me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, and you, asshole back the fuck away from my sister.” He shoved Nate in the chest.

“Drew, Knock it off. He’s not doing anything.” I yell anger flooding me, while I try to snap out of whatever just happened. “For fucks sake we were just talking.”

“Talking. You looked two second away from doing it against the lockers!”

“Man, calm down.” Nate started.

“Not a word, Baldwin, not one fucking word. I warned you.” my brother hissed the vain in his neck bulging out.

Nate straightened, ” What are you going to do, Jones?” He smirked, cocky and arrogant. ” I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your sister, and we both know I can.” Douche much?

I swear you could see steam coming out of Drew’s ears.

“Seriously? What is this? a pissing match? Drew, Stop being an overprotective little bitch. you’re not my dad, and you” I point at Nate. “Stop running into me.” Well, if that wasn’t the lamest thing I could have said. This guy was really messing with my head. I couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or not, but it was clearly messing up my ability to speak and form coherent sentences.

As the last bell rang I turned and left them standing there, while hurrying to get to class. This school year was off to a great start. Not.




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