“Wassup, dawg,” Luke drawled into the phone, trying to imitate his favorite rappers.
“What up?” I sat on the bed and looked at the door. “You wanna come over and play video games?”
“Dude, my mom said I gotta finish my homework before I go anywhere.”
“You nearly done?”
“Do you think I’m nearly done? I’ve got homework from last week that I still gotta do.” He groaned. “This school shit sucks.”
“I know, I know.” I sighed. Luke had been my best friend for years and I loved him, but sometimes I wished that he was a little bit more on the ball. “You think you can finish in the next hour? I’m sure you can stay over for dinner.”
“What’s your mom cooking?” he asked eagerly. Luke loved coming over for dinner, as my mom was a great cook and his mom was the queen of takeout. As much as we both loved takeout, we didn’t want to eat it every night.
“Meatloaf, I think.”
“With mashed potatoes?” His voice was excited and I laughed. I knew that Luke would do whatever it took to get over to my house that evening now that he knew my mom was making her famous mashed potatoes.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.” He hung up the phone and I grinned before running down the stairs.
“Mom!” I shouted as I ran. “Mom, what are you cooking for dinner?”
“Mom went out to grab a pizza.” Eden poked her head out of her door and made a face at me.
“Not again,” I groaned.
Now that my dad had started working late, Mom was making fewer meals at home. I was fed up with pizza. She didn’t even get the good kind. I felt like I was starting to look like Hungry Howie every time I glanced in a mirror.
“I like pizza.” Eden stuck her tongue out, and I ran into the room and grabbed her. “Put me down!” she squealed. “Hudson!”
“You’re a brat.” I dropped her on the bed and she giggled.
“Whatever. At least I’m getting pizza.”
“I wish mom would make meatloaf.” I shook my head, frustrated.
“I’ll make it if you want.” Riley smiled up at me, and I couldn’t stop from smiling back at her. She was a brat as well, but definitely not as bad as my sister.
“Thanks, Riley. Maybe next time.” I tousled the top of her hair.
“Yeah.” She nodded at me with eager eyes as I walked through the door and back to my room. “Just let me know, Hudson.”
Chapter 2
Riley
Six Years Ago
Hudson Blake reminded me of a hawk: a majestic, maddening, and daring hawk. When he looked at me, I felt like I was his prey: weak, innocent, and totally willing. I think it was the way he talked to me that had made me fall in love with him. He was always so caring and sensitive to my feelings. It was like he knew that I was a gentle creature to be coddled delicately. He never teased me mercilessly like he did Eden.
The first time I realized that Hudson might be as attracted to me as I was to him was when I was fifteen. I was staying over for a sleepover, and I wandered into his room to escape the gossiping that was going on among the girls.
He looked up at me and smiled. "Hey."
"What are you doing?" I walked up to his desk and looked at his blank computer screen. "You weren't looking at porn, were you?"
"No," he laughed. "Of course not."
"What do you mean, of course not? You're eighteen. Eighteen-year-old boys look at a lot of porn."
"You seem very sure of that." He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. "Been checking it out yourself, have you?"
"No, of course not." I blushed and played with my hair.
"What are you girls up to then?" He frowned and stared at my fingers for a few seconds.
"Talking about boys and other girls." I made a face.
"Not enjoying that?" He laughed as I shook my head. "You and Eden are like chalk and cheese. I'm not sure how you've made it as best friends for all of these years."
"What do you mean?" I asked, not quite understanding what he was saying.
"Nothing bad." He stood up and I stared up at him as he towered over me.
Hudson was wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, and it was impossible for me to ignore how handsome he looked. His hair was spiked up and his hazel eyes were light with humor. I smiled up at him and then gasped as I noticed a tattoo on his upper arm.
"What's that?" I reached over and lightly touched his upper arm.
"What does it look like, Ms. Straight-A-Student?"
"You got a tattoo?" I asked in a disappointed tone. I wasn’t sure why I was disappointed, but I really felt let down.
“Yeah. Don’t you like it?”
I shrugged. “It’s okay.”
“I guess you’ll never get a tattoo then?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“I can’t convince you?” He grinned and flopped down on his bed.
“Doubt it.” I stood there, staring down at him, and he laughed.
“Don’t look so serious. I’m not going to force you to get one.”
“I didn’t think you were going to force me.”
“Come sit.” He patted the bed and I walked over and joined him. “What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can tell you’re upset.”
“How?” I asked, surprised. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t need to tell me, Riley. I know you like I know the back of my hand.”
“Uh huh.”
“So what’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumbled and lay back on the bed next to him. “It’s embarrassing.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed around me.”
“I know.” I turned to face him, and he was staring at me with his concerned hazel eyes. I stared into his eyes and tried not to focus too much on how handsome his face was.
“Tell me, Riley.”
“I just feel stupid because I’ve never kissed a boy before.”
His brow furrowed. “Why does that make you feel stupid? There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I’m the only girl who hasn’t been kissed.” I blushed.
“So that just makes you even more special.”
“Whatever.” I shook my head and groaned. “I feel like a loser.”
“You’re not a loser.”
“I just don’t know what to do,” I admitted shyly. “I feel like I don’t know what to do if a boy kisses me.”
“Has a boy tried to kiss you?” He frowned.
“Not really.” I made a face, and he laughed, suddenly carefree again. “I guess guys just don’t like me.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re beautiful.”
I made another face and he pulled me closer to him.
“Don’t make a face at me.”
“I’m not.” I was mere inches away from him now, and I could feel my heart racing.
“Liar.” He grinned and leaned closer to me. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?” I stared into his eyes, feeling completely breathless.
“Because I’m going to teach you how to kiss and I want you to concentrate on the movement of my lips.”
“Oh, uh, okay.” I blinked rapidly, swallowing hard. I didn’t know what to say, and ‘thank you’ sounded too lame.
I closed my eyes and waited. I was unprepared for the warm feeling that filled me as I felt his lips pressed softly against mine. I lay there still and unmoving as he kissed me, and I heard him chuckle as he pulled away from me.
“You can kiss back, Riley,” he laughed.
“Sorry, what?” I opened my eyes slowly, feeling disoriented.
“I said, kiss back. If you just lay there like a fish, it’s not going to be fun.”
“Oh, my bad.”