Aiden
Age Eighteen
Negative energy hums under the surface. It mounts and soars with every second. The loud music and drunk people at Astor’s place aren’t helping.
Knight passes me a joint, but I shake my head.
Fuck this shit.
I’m pissed off.
And I know exactly why I’m pissed off.
Tonight was a semi-final game and Elsa came to watch and stayed through the entire thing. Yes, she finally came to one of my games. This time, it was for me and not for some other fucker.
To top it off, she wore my T-shirt. Number eleven, King. I had to stop myself from flying off to the stairs, remove that shirt and fuck her on the spot.
All the annoying people present put a halt to my fantasy.
Instead, I gave it my all during the game. I might have scored two goals to see that spark in her blue eyes.
Unlike common belief, I’m a giver. I just take more than I give.
Now, back to tonight’s actual problem. Elsa and I were supposed to go to the Meet Up where I could worship her body all night.
I had plans that started with her moaning and ended with her screaming my name.
See? A giver.
Last minute, Elsa decided she wants to come to Astor’s fucking party. I told him to cancel it, but the twat disappeared somewhere to drink and fuck — probably at the same time.
I’m stuck here with a grumpy Knight who’s been smoking more weed than a hippie and groaning like a divorced old man thinking about pensions.
Nash vanished. He’s been disappearing without notice a lot lately.
Elsa is nowhere to be seen.
I pull out my phone and read our last conversation.
Elsa:Wait for me at Ronan’s party.
Aiden:No.
Elsa:Come on. Do it for me?
Aiden:Still a no.
Elsa:Please?
Aiden:I’m fucking you all the way to Sunday at the Meet up. You don’t get to change your mind.
Elsa:I didn’t change my mind. You get to fuck me all the way to Sunday and more if you wait at Ronan’s house.
That’s the text that convinced me.
I shouldn’t blame Nash for thinking with his dick when I do the same sometimes.
Okay, most of the time.
Elsa sent that text more than an hour ago, but she’s still not here.
Van Doren is in the middle of the floor, dancing and flirting with all the girls he can see.
His goth sister is tucked in the corner, almost blending in with a plant. If the Marquis de Sade and Snow White had a spawn, it’d be her.
Usually, Elsa would be with them. If she’s not, only one other person remains.
I nudge Knight with my elbow. “Where’s Reed?”
“Fuck if I care.”
“I didn’t ask if you cared, I asked where she is.” I hold up a hand. “And don’t even pretend that you don’t know where she is at all times.”
He gives me one look over. “Even if I knew I wouldn’t tell you. How about that, King?”
The little bitch.
I’m about to strangle the answer out of him when my phone vibrates.
Elsa:Remember our room in Ronan’s place?
I don’t even have to think about which room she’s referring to. There’s only one room in Astor’s mansion that’s completely ours.
“Hey, Knight?”
“What?” He grumbles from his seat next to me. He’s been sitting there like a zombie for the past hour.
“Do you know what Reed said about you the other day?”
His eyes spark for the first time tonight. Sorry fuck.
He masks his reaction all too soon, though. “I don’t care.”
“Are you sure? It was kind of taboo.”
His Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow. When he speaks, his voice is quiet. “What did she say?”
“Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you. How about that, Knight?”
I grin, walking away. I can feel him flipping me off even without having to turn around.
Taking the steps two at a time, I find myself on the second floor. The music from downstairs eventually fades.
My muscles tighten at the promise of finding Elsa. I haven’t touched her since yesterday and something feels off.