Confessions of a Heartbreaker
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Authors: Jennifer Sucevic
Confessions of a Heartbreaker
By
Jennifer Sucevic
Copyright 2014 by Jennifer Sucevic
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Table of Contents
"Yo, Parker, where you'd disappear to, dude?"
I hear Max holler at me from outside on the darkened patio. There's a sly smile plastered across his face because he knows
exactly
what I've been up to. And who I've been up to it with...
Shaking my head, I flash him a shit eating grin but don't say a word. Natalie Cosgrove is all snuggled up against the side of me. My arm is casually slung over her shoulders as we make our way through the thick crowd of juniors and seniors to the keg in the backyard. Being the gentleman that I am, I top off Natalie's cup before filling my own.
Yeah, that girl has definitely earned it tonight.
Just as we're about to join Max and a few of the other guys from the football team, I pause turning towards Natalie. Without warning, I lean down before giving her a long deep kiss on her incredibly soft lips. She stares up at me with a flushed face and satisfied eyes.
Don't ever let it be said that I don't aim to please...
"That was pretty damn awesome," I murmur. My fingers gently stroke the side of her face. It's a practiced move. I'm gearing up to send Natalie on her merry little way.
She blushes, her lips bowing up at the corners. "It was, Parker."
Her hot pink colored talons trail lightly over the t-shirt stretched across my chest. They linger for a moment or two as she turns her big baby blue eyes up at me. She has great eyes. Actually, Natalie has a great everything.
"Maybe later we can meet up again." Her eyelashes flutter against the paleness of her cheeks before her eyes lift to mine.
That's one of the things I like about Natalie. She's subtle, not pushy. I’m definitely not into pushy chicks.
But still...
I smile even though I'm not totally feeling what she's putting out there. "Yeah, maybe, we'll see." I glance over at my teammates suddenly feeling impatient to join them... sans Natalie. "Listen, babe, I'm going to hang with the guys for a while." Before she can think of a way to detain me, I smack a quick kiss on her full lips and take off.
As I weave my way through the crowd, I take a great big gulp of beer in relief. Damn but that feels good going down.
Max turns just as I approach. His eyes trail behind me before slowly traveling up and down Natalie's hot little body. His perusal doesn't bother me. I mean it's not like we're together or anything like that. Anyway, Max enjoys living vicariously through me. He just has to do it when Emily's not around because if she ever caught him looking at another girl, she'd more than likely saw off his balls with a rusty blade before ramming them straight down his throat. And that’s the nice version of what she’d do.
"Damn, that girl is fine."
I glance over Max's shoulder before giving a subtle little cough. "Oh- hi, Emily."
Eyes wide, mouth gaping open like a fish, Max spins around.
Only to find open space.
I can't help but laugh because the look on his face is completely priceless.
"You're such an ass, Montgomery." Without any warning, he elbows me in the ribs. Hard.
Which only makes me laugh harder. "Yeah, I know but I'm okay with that."
He glances around covertly, probably trying to locate his disturbed sidekick, before muttering under his breath, "You know Em would kill me if she ever heard me talking about Natalie."
I nod sagely, taking another swallow of beer. "And that would be the reason your expression was so freaking comical."
Max shakes his head before his eyes once again land on Natalie. "You really
are
an ass."
Apparently he's not quite done gawking and talking about her finer qualities. Which is funny because I'm completely done talking about her. Tipping his beer back, he takes a nice long swig before saying, "Not sure why you aren't tapping that on a regular basis."
"Because regular basis equates to girlfriend and I don't do those."
Max rolls his eyes. He doesn't understand why I'm so adamantly against having a girlfriend. I can't decide if it's because he legitimately enjoys being in a committed relationship and therefore wants me to experience the same joy as well. Or if misery loves company and he's just looking for someone to keep him company. I'm leaning towards the misery-loves-company explanation because Max and Emily are totally psycho crazy together. I'm not even kidding right now. His on-again, off-again, on-again, off-again carousel of a relationship is enough to put anyone off having a girlfriend.
For like ever.
Those two are constantly fighting and making up. I never know from one day to the next if they're together or not.
Who needs, or better yet,
wants
all that drama?
I sure as hell don't. I try to keep my life as drama free as possible.
I'm going to let you in on a little secret I've discovered about the girls at this school- they genuinely seem to thrive on all the gossip, he-said-she-said BS, constant backstabbing, and petty arguments. Oh, and then there's my personal favorite-
defriending
. Actually, I've met girls from other schools and they're just as bad. So, yeah, I'm definitely not into having one of those for my very own.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I glance over my shoulder as I take another giant gulp of beer. Natalie has found her way over to a large group of scantily clad giggling girls.
I’ll be honest, I don't get it. It's October and it's pretty damn cold. They can't possibly be warm standing around outside like that.
For just a moment, I study them en masse. Sometimes it feels like I'm an anthropologist observing the social interactions of some strange primitive culture. If you watch carefully enough, you'll start to understand the social hierarchy and intricate dynamics of the group. It doesn't take long to figure out who the highest and lowest ranking members are. And then they all stand around flipping their hair, rolling their eyes, and laughing obnoxiously.
Through careful observations, I've come to realize that this is an attempt to gain attention from the male species that surround them. The only thing worse than that is when they start drinking, get all sad bastard, and then proceed to bawl their eyes out because the guy they're crushing on this week doesn't return their ardent affection. Ugh. I've been on the receiving end of that one way too many times to count. It sucks major ass.
Now don't get me wrong, I love the ladies. I really do, I just don't have much use for all the crap that comes with them. Outside of the physical, I find them completely exhausting.
Natalie must sense my gaze because she suddenly turns, glancing in our direction. Ignoring Max (as is standard operating procedure for most girls he knows), she meets my eyes before giving me a coy little smile and wave. My lips lift in return before I salute her with my red plastic cup.
See? No fuss, no muss. No misplaced expectations or demands. And that, my friends, is why Natalie pretty much tops my go-to list.
"Yep, she's cool."
Which is exactly why this
relationship
works out so well between us. I have zero interest in being tied down. And Natalie knows better than to bring it up. Once I catch even a whiff of -
"Parker, I want us to be exclusive"
I cut them loose. I have way too much going on with football and lacrosse for that shit. Not to mention school.
Ugh.
The mere thought of school has me draining the rest of my cup in one thirsty gulp. But tonight is Friday night. And we just pummeled Kennsington, spanking their asses good. And I've just spent a little time with Natalie Cosgrove who has once again proven (with flying colors, I might add) why she's my number one girl. Life is pretty good and I'm not about to let thoughts of school kill the nice buzz I'm working towards.
I hold up my plastic cup to the group at large. "Going for a refill."
Max joins Adam and Will's conversation as they discuss the football game blow by blow. Actually, it was a pretty sweet game. Coming off a win always feels amazing.
I'm just turning away from the keg with a full cup of golden deliciousness when some chick literally crashes into my side. I hear her small cry of surprise which quickly morphs into displeasure as half my beer spills down the front of her. Because her head is tilted downward, I'm not able to see her face. Only the long blond hair that cascades over it. Gingerly she touches the now soaked fabric, holding it away from her flesh as it continues to drip onto the ground between us.
Acting on instinct, I snatch the towel that's lying next to the keg and immediately start mopping the front of her sweater. The moment my hand makes contact, her head whips up just before her eyes skewer mine with a death glare that almost shrivels my balls.
Almost
.
Luckily for me I'm made of sterner stuff than that.
"Please, just stop. You've caused enough damage already."
Amused by the attitude rolling off her in thick heavy waves, I tilt my head just a bit as my hand falls slowly back to my side. "What happened was an accident. And for the record, it was
you
who slammed into
me
. Not the other way around."
Her mouth drops open as her eyes widen. "
Are you being serious right now
?"
Hmmm, her eyes are really kind of amazing. A bottle green. With hints or flecks of gold dancing around within them. I step just a bit closer wanting a better look. She cranes her neck as I purposely invade her space. She can't be more than five foot three at the most. I bet I have a good seven inches on her.
Instead of backing up like I expect her to do, she stands her ground before adding, "I didn't slam into you and if that was your lame attempt at an apology, it really sucked."
I can't help the slow smile that spreads its way across my face because this party just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
I don't know who this chick is, but she's totally spunky for someone so tiny. And I have to admit that I’m kind of liking it. I can't help but warm to this little back and forth we suddenly have going on here.
Does that make me perverse?
Because I kind of think it does.
"Why would I apologize when you’re the one who slammed into me? Maybe you should be apologizing to
me
right now."
"Are you out of your mind?" As she holds up the bottom of her dripping sweater, I’m just able to make out the barest hint of smooth flat belly above the waistband of her low rise jeans. I can't help but find myself intrigued by that little strip of alabaster flesh. "Do you see this? This is
your
beer all over
my
favorite sweater. I love this sweater and now it's probably ruined." She wrinkles her nose in the cutest way. "And that smell is never going to come out."
