Offlimits

Gabbriette

“What did you just say?” Briar almost screamed as her eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“You heard me right,” I whisper-yelled so that the teacher didn't hear me.

“You want to ask Ashton Evander to be your boyfriend?” she said. “That's a terrible idea.”

The truth was that for the longest time, I'd always loved Ashton. I kept my virginity for him, and I was planning on giving him my first. He was the reason why I'd never dated or had sex with anyone in my eighteen years of life.

For as long as I could remember, every gentle look, every hug he’d ever given me, every conversation we'd ever had, I stored in my heart like a quiet promise.

But it seemed as though to him, I was off-limits. I was simply his best friend’s kid sister.

But I would find out where I stand. Today.

The bell went off, and all students moved to the field to watch the playoffs between my school's team, the Westbrook Wolves and a rival team, Blackridge Tigers.

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Our school won the game.

The Wolves won the game, which meant only one thing.

I had to ask Ashton out tonight, and then, I would give him my virginity.

I had it all planned out. Heck….I'd even waxed, and that shit was so painful. I dressed up in a pretty pink dress and wore heels… Yes, I was wobbling like a newborn calf in them, but I wore them nonetheless.

Briar had made me let my hair out of its pigtails so they fell across my back, scratching my skin and making me hot.

I clutched my solo cup, my eyes darting around for any sign of Briar.

We had come to the party together—the football afterparty that The Wolves threw each time they won a game. It was held at Ashton's house as usual, as he was team captain.

Briar had convinced me tonight would be the best time to ask him out, in her words. “He'll probably be so drunk that he won't know when he says yes.”

I spotted Hunter alongside some of his friends and a small crowd of girls… but no Ashton.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Hunter couldn't suppress his incredulous chuckle. “And what are you doing here? Who invited you?”

A few curious stares turned in my direction.

Asshole!

“I got an invite from Ashton,” I replied defiantly.

I didn't.

“You look hideous in that dress, and those heels make your skinny legs look like a giraffe’s,” Hunter said, and all his friends roared with laughter.

I smirked as a crazy idea crossed my mind. “Oh dear twin brother, do I look like a giraffe? What does that make you—a giraffe's sibling?”

All eyes turned to him, and colour drained from his face. 

“She's crazy. I don't know what she's talking about. I'm not her brother!” he said, but they didn't look convinced.

“Wait till Mom hears about that,” I said with a grin before walking off.

Gosh! That felt good. 

He wanted to shame me? Uno reverse card.

Where was Briar when she was needed? She would have laughed her head off if she were here.

After she helped me dress and escorted me here, she went completely missing. Given her flirty nature, I wasn't surprised. I had an inkling that she'd caught her next unfortunate victim.

I texted her. “Hey, Briar. Where are you?” 

I knew she wouldn't answer until she was done with her new plaything, but a girl could only hope.

The music from the party blasted loudly, almost destroying my eardrums. I dropped the Solo cup onto the beer pong table; the smell of the rum was making me nauseous anyway.

I looked down at my phone, trying to call Ashton, but it kept going to voicemail.

Frustrated, I gulped the alcohol that burned my throat. I knew I wasn't supposed to because I was still under the legal drinking age, but fuck it anyway.

Tonight was not going as planned… at all.

I spotted one of Ashton's teammates, Viktor, and I walked up to him.

Startled, he knocked his Molly off the table and swore.

“Sorry, um… have you seen Ashton?” I asked, scared as he stared at me through bloodshot eyes.

“Upstairs!’ he said, pointing, irritated that I'd distracted him from whatever he was doing.

“Thanks,” I muttered as I climbed the stairs to find Ashton’s bedroom.

I climbed the stairs, weaving through the many people dancing, laughing, making out. The pungent smell of weed was thick in the air. 

I knocked on several doors until I reached Ashton's. They were all occupied.

When I reached his room, I was about to open the door when I heard a familiar moan.

I stopped in my tracks, pressing my ear to the door to listen closely.

“Oh Ashton,” she moaned, her voice unmistakable. “I love the way you make me so wet.”

My ears rang as disbelief washed over me.

“I can't believe Gabby thinks she can get you to fuck her,” she moaned loudly. “She's just a silly kid and a virgin.”

My pulse quickened as my palms grew clammy.

“Yes, Ashton… hmm. Oh, that's so good. Fuck…”

I almost collapsed as I listened, confirming what I already knew to be the truth.

Then came Ashton's unmistakable moan. “Uh… so tight.”

My phone fell from my clammy palms, crashing onto the ground as my mouth fell open in disbelief.

The guy I'd trusted to take my virginity tonight was currently having sex with my best friend?

Unbelievable!