บททั้งหมดของ I HAD ME A BOY : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

"Welcome home... Trent? Right?" Kyrah's dad says and he walks to shake hands with my dad. "I've seen you before," dad ponders for a second. "On the news! Jones Bailey? This is incredible!" he pauses for another second. "I'm aware that Roxy has been staying here, I'm very grateful." "Don't worry about it. Everyone is welcome here," Mr. Bailey says, showing my dad the way. "Dad!" Vic calls out "Scott is right behind you, I've been staying at his house."Dad turns and shakes Scott's hand. "I appreciate your hospitality to my children," he turns to look around the room, "All of you. Thank you." "Uhm... Since we're all mixed up and I'm sure we've all got some catching up to do, why don't we leave our parents here and move the party next door?" Kyrah asks me and her mom agrees, so do I."Great idea, honey," Mrs Bailey says "We'll ensure that your dad feels welcomed here, Roxy dear. Boy, do I have a lot of questions." She hides a smile. "Don't grill him too much," I joke and she winks

Kyrah's POVI had a conversation with Scar, Roxy's dad, Daniel Trent, right before I came over to Scott's house where, apparently, another group of people were standing by. Tyler and Maeve invited them, they're all from campus and I'm sure I've struck conversations with them once or twice.The music is so damn loud that it makes my skin tingle and my lungs feel like mush. The bass in here is thumping in time with my heart beat as if they are one, filling me from head to toe with nothing but music. I love the song that's playing and I turn around and spot Tim on the decks. I just got to know that he's a dj the other day when I called Jim, inviting him to the party. His brother is awesome with his work. Cross me by Ed Sheeran is playing and I nod my head to the beat. "Great music, Tim!" I yell over the loud music and he replies with a thumbs up. Everybody is grooving to the beat. The entire house is full of people with red party cups already full of nothing else but alcoholic drinks. I

Scott's POV At this point, I'm breathless. Kyrah is leaving me breathless literally! Not only with her beauty, but also with her body. We've danced for God-knows how long and her movement only gets intense the more the alcohol takes over her senses. She keeps requesting for the same song over and over. Girl like me is playing again. The heat that's been radiating between the two of us the entire night is electric and I don't want it to end. I wish that I could have this moment for life! I never knew she could dance like this, as much as I know she's under the influence of alcohol, so am I, because I drank more than I usually do but I'm just a little tipsy. Our bodies are in sync, just like everybody else's and every time she throws her behind against my crotch, I die inwardly. I love it. Fuck! I love her but I respect her too, so I'll ensure that she doesn't do anything stupid, that we, don't do anything stupid. But for now, let me seize the moment. It's already later than 3am an

"Finally!" she says walking in with two boxes of pizza. My stomach growls violently. Scott closes the door and leans on it, arms folded in front of his chest making his muscles flex. "I'm famished! Give me that." I leave the bed and notice I'm still in last night's outfit. I grab one box, open it up and I grab a slice, shoving it into my mouth. "Mmh! Barbecue, tastes good," I say."Eat the entire pizza, since you missed breakfast–" Roxy says.I drop the piece I was holding and it lands back on the box with a slight thump as I swallow quickly so as to speak. "Wait, what? I missed breakfast? What time is it?" I ask looking in between Scott and Roxy, picking up the slice and taking another bite. "It's almost 2p.m," Roxy says.Her words nearly make me choke. "Why didn't you wake me up, Scott?" I whine. "I tried. You were as dead as a log," he says and Roxy laughs. "Dead as a log," she repeats his words while shaking her head. "By the way, I was at your house and your mom kept compl

Everything went as I planned. Mom didn't see me driving and I don't ever want her to.I'm now on my way to Blake's house. I called Carla a few minutes ago and apologized for taking long. I didn't tell her I'd sleep over, I just want to tell Blake myself. I want to see how he reacts since I always leave and go back home but tonight, I'll be staying. It's been a while since I went to his place and I'm abit nervous. All I know is that I don't want to meet his mother. I've met his dad not more than twice, he's not that bad of a man, his wife though, is the ultimate definition of horror! From afar I can already spot people, men and women, outside Blake's house and the closer I get, I notice each one of them either has a notebook and a pen or a huge camera. They're all talking loudly asking questions, raising their heads over each other to see the front of the house. Paparazzi and news reporters, I can tell. Who are they asking questions? I wonder. I doubt Blake would be the one outside