I Love My Brother's Best Friend — Chapter 29

I had a strange sense of Deja Vu back in Jen's house. I'd been there only once and got into some trouble With her older brother, Ron, earlier last summer. He'd given both Jen and me our first taste of alcohol. He didn't stay longer to do any more then give us the bottle. Aaron had to take care of us aftervJen drunk dialed him and he finally managed to get there. Girl bonding my ass. Aaron should not have left us alone with Ron. He was a bad influence, even Adam and Chase knew that.

Ron was a freshman in college and had gone to the same parties as them. If Adam or Chase knew I was there they'd have a shit fit, but I didn't have much choice. After Chase and I patched things up earlier that day I promised Aaron if he hung around with us I wouldn't complain about going out with him and Jen that night. I didn't knew we'd be going to Ron Reed's house.

I was sitting on Jen's basement floor by myself. Aaron and Jen were showing a massive amount of PDA in the corner on the couch. It was exactly like they were having sex in front of me, but they were all over each other. That‘s a sight no best friend should ever have to see.

I heard people walking down the steps. Ron and some other guy I didn't know came down. He looked so fimilar to me, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Hey," Ron sat on the floor right in front of me and the other guy hesitantly followed him. Ron nodded toward Aaron and Jen, "What are you doing hanging out with the lip lockers over there?"

I turned my head slightly to see the couple making out. They hadn't taken notice of me for half an hour. Even with Ron and friend down here With me they didn't even noticed. Maybe if we set the damn basement on f1re they'd notice.

I still seriously doubt it though.

I sighed and gave him a tight, polite smile, "I was forced to come."

Ron nodded, seemingly uncaringly. I'd always wondered why he'd asked if he was just going to ignore my answer. I knew he had heard me though because he chuckled under his breath while he reached into his coat pocket.

He pulled out paper and a bag of weed. My eyes widened. I could see him measure the amount he wanted with his eyes. Then he turned to me with an eyebrow raised and asked, "You in, beautiful?"

I blushed. "In?" I stuttered.

No matter how bad Ron was you must understand, he was hot. He had messy black hair and dark brown eyes. He was muscular, tan, and just the kind of guy teenage girls would fawn over. Adult women would eye him like candy. He was perfect for all ages past puberty. Every girl wanted Ron Reed. Some girls were smart enough to pick safety and values over, well being horny for a really hot guy. Those were mainly the girls Ron chased after. He'd use the willing ones, but discard them quickly.

He smirked and shook the bag of weed, "In."

"I don't think I should..." I trailed off.

" 'Kay. Hang with the hot and horny couple," he fought back a smile before taking me in and adding, "I‘ll tell you what. I'll put enough in for you and if you want some you can have some."

"Hm," I said like I knew what I was doing messing with Ron Reed and some other druggie.

"What?" Ron looked at me surprised.

"Nothing," my lips formed a straight line as I fought back a smile.

"No, seriously," he prompted.

"How old are you?" I asked randomly, so I'd have something to say.

"18?" he stated quizzically.

"Huh," I paused and when it looked like that wasn't good enough I added, "You're my brother's age."

"Who's your brother?" he asked consummed with our conversation. Holy crap, I thought, I had Ron wrapped around my little finger and all because I had no freaking idea what I was doing!

"Adam," I answered simply.

"Adam...?"

"Don't you know my name?" I asked to mess with him. This was fun.

"No... I mean, not your last, or your first, but," he sighed in defend.

In a few seconds I wouldn't need those drugs. I was feeling high enough with the fact that I'd been able to do all of this. Make Ron flustered and everything.

"It's Skye Barker," I informed him, "my brother's Adam Barker."

"So you're the one I'm supposed to stay away from," he smirked dangerously. Oh, yeah, regular Ron was back.

"I could say the same to you," my smile faded because I realized I wasn't in control of this conversation anymore.

His smirk faltered also, but remained steady after that.

I witnessed him dumped some weed onto the paper. He tucked the bag into his pocket again and rolled the joint. He pulled out an orange lighter and lite up. He took a drag, then the other guy did and passed it back to Ron, who offered it to me.

"You sure?" he offered looking sexier than ever.

I was just about to say no when Jen's shirt fell onto my head. I turned back to see Aaron's hands roaming her half naked chest. Then I looked back at Ron. He was staring intensely at me. It was hard for me to imagine a world where a brother would fixate more on a random girl and drugs than his little sister being violated in the same room. That just didn't happen in my life.

It was new and exciting and I was pissed at Aaron for ditching me for his girlfriend, again, who he was stripping down in the corner of the room. So I grabbed the joint.

I breathed in once, slow and steady, then took a long drag. I nearly choked, but I swallowed the smoke back down. In fact I was beginning to feel sort of funny. I was feeling like I just wanted to undress and do a strip tease for these guys. Then I felt like laughing and eatting. Also my body ached for Chase, because I really wanted to do it.

"You think he's soft?" His friend asked. He kind of looked mad.

"Oops," I said innoncently, but still giggling like crazy, "I made you mad. Poor guy."

"Bitch, fuck off," he spat.

"Dude, shut up," Ron growled.

I tried to narrow my eyes and I'm fairly sure I succeeded, "And who are you?"

"Greg," he puffed out his chest like he was all tough.

With that a fresh wave of memories came crashing down onto me. I remembered the fight with Chase, the party Aaron took me too, and the guy who tried to rape me. I started sobbing hysterically. I never thought I'd have to see him again.

Where was Chase? I thought. Where was Adam? Why the hell wasn't Aaron helping me?

"Blondey-Bear Claw!" I screamed.

Ron grabbed me and pulled me into his chest. It must've been to shut me up because it would've been very unlikely that he suddenly decided to start caring about the girls he got high. It'd be more unllikely if he started to care at all, partically about me.

I could tell I was getting his shirt wet. I didn't care. I crawled into a ball by hugging my knees to my chest and stayed in his arms. I just needed some place warm and for some unknown reason Ron felt warm and safe. He felt like the exact opposite of what everyone had been telling me about him.

Must've been the drugs.

"What did you do to her?" Ron asked Blondey-Bear Clawuh Greg, I presumed.

"I didn't do shit to her," he snapped, "It's your fault for getting her too high."

"I. Didn't. Hurt. Her," he snarled.

The next thing I did was truly embarrassing and I hated to think about that moment. I hated all of this, but I was stupid and I took that joint, so I deserve the degrading moment that followed. I whimpered. I actually whimpered like a puppy.

"You must've done something," Ron insisted.

"Why don't you ask her!" he yelled.

"Skye," I heard someone whisper, I rolled over. I wasn't on a comfortable bed, in fact I didn't think this was a bed, "Skye."

Who's chest was the next question.

“Skye," a different voice said and tried to sit me up. I sat up reluctantly and gently opened my eyes. I was staring directly at Ron.I looked behind him. We were still in his basement, but Greg was gone.

"Ron? What happened last night?" I asked feeling off balance.

"You got a little too high," he grimaced.

"I got high?“ I exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Well, I got you high," he admitted sheepishly.

"Oh, why-," I began, but I was cut off my Chasw's annoyed, impatient voice, "Yeah, okay, let's go, Skye."

I looked at Chase crouched next to me and smiled, "When did you get here?"

He scowled and pulled me up by the elbow with him, "It doesn't matter. Let's go."

He looked so mad. I thought the only time I'd seem him remotely this angry was when I was hugging Jake. Then it dawned on me;

Chase thought I cheated on him.