A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 295

AVA

If I had known better, then best believe I would be nowhere near the four walls of this madhouse they called a party. If agreeing to Liam's stupid bet had a ranking on my list of regrettable life choices, then tonight had definitely taken the number one spot. I should have known he wasn't up to any good when he'd walked into my room two days ago.

“I have something for you.” The lopsided grin he wore was still fresh in my mind. “A bet. One I think you'd be able to do.”

“I'm not interested, Liam.” That had been my response, but he wasn't having it. “I have other important things to do. Go on and have fun without me.”

“You haven't even heard it yet, Aves.” He grinned. He loved to call me that even though my name was literally so easy to pronounce. “At least give me a chance to tell you what it is.”

“Two minutes.” I folded my hands across my chest turning in my chair to face him. “Nothing more.”

“I bet you can't come to the party at the Martell's house.” I should have known his sly grin would only get me into trouble. “If you do come, and stay till the end of it, I promise I'll do anything you want for the rest of the month.”

“A month is a pretty long time, Lee.” I'd mused. “Would you be able to handle it.”

“Try me.” He chuckled taking a seat on my bed. “Just imagine it. You'll have me to bend in whatever way you like. You could even force me to study, and all you have to do to get this, is come to a party.”

“I don't know.” I had muttered, I had a feeling this was a bad idea. “I guess it doesn't sound all that bad…”

All it took for the memory to disappear was a loud thud behind me. I didn't bother checking it out because I could bet my life it was one of the other teenagers trying to cause a ruckus with the little ounce of freedom they'd gotten tonight.

I turned my gaze back to the paper cup that held my untouched sprite. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to prove to Liam that I wasn't just a bookworm who wouldn't dare step out of the house if it wasn't related to school.

Maybe. Just maybe.

Someone's laughter by the left pulled my attention back to the party. I angled my head slightly, just to see a boy laughing hysterically in front of almost a dozen cans. I wasn't paying attention, but it was obvious he'd knocked them down for his own amusement. I had barely caught that when I caught a prickle at the back of my neck.

I flinched for just a second, before pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. A dark haired boy from inside the living room caught my eyes, but only for a second. His expression was unreadable and curious, but before I could get a closer look at him, he was gone. Probably mashed in between the other teenagers that were having the time of their lives dancing.

Who the hell was that?