Page 68 of Wrecked (Forever 4)

“Well, this is like THE twerking song. You can’t listen to it and not want to shake your butt. It can bring out the slutty side in any good girl! It’s gotta be like some form of subliminal messaging or something.”

I listened to the lyrics, noting that there was nothing subtle about the chorus: Make it nasty! Make it nasty!

“I’m gonna find a guy to grind on. I’ll see you guys in a bit,” Daniela said before grabbing a random guy nearby and tugging him to the open dance area.

Although this wasn’t my kind of music, I began warming to the song from seeing everyone having fun. I was considering dancing as well but didn’t think Hunter was the dancing type.

“C’mon, babe. Let’s dance too,” Hunter said with a mischievous grin. “I wanna see your twerkin skills.”

He led me by the hand over to where Daniela and her dance partner went.

“You like dancing?” I asked Hunter.

He gave me a lopsided grin. “You know what they say about fighters: they’re good both on their feet and off.”

I smirked at him. “I agree with the ‘off’ part. I guess we’ll find out about the ‘on’ part.”

I began swaying to the beat, dancing in front of Hunter. I wasn’t the best dancer in the world, but I knew how to move my body to at least look like I knew what I was doing. I was surprised to see Hunter actually moving his feet and dancing instead of just nodding his head like I saw most of the guys doing. Most of the guys were just shifting side-to-side with a drink in one hand while their girl did all the work. I noticed that during the chorus, the girls would bend over and vigorously shake their butts in front of the guy’s crotch.

As we continued dancing, I saw a few girls eyeing Hunter. It would’ve bothered me before but after everything that’s happened between Hunter and me in the past week, I felt confident shrugging it off. I was enjoying myself and having such a great time with Hunter that I decided to be adventurous and try twerking on him. I bent over and began shaking my booty. I looked back to gauge his reaction and saw his eyes wide and filled with lust.

“Jesus, Lorrie. That’s so sexy.”

Encouraged, I bent further until I was parallel with the ground, continuing to shake my bottom like a salt shaker.

“Yeah, you go girl! Make it nasty!” I heard Daniela shout over to me. She was twerking on her man too but that guy looked lost, like he couldn’t handle what Daniela was shaking.

I bent down until my hair was touching the ground then I slapped the floor and arched my back as I came up slowly. Curious, I glanced back and saw Hunter looking borderline ready to ravage me on the dance floor in front of everyone.

I glanced at the other girls admiring Hunter and noticed their expression had turned from jealousy to disdain.

Yeah, that’s right. Hunter’s MY man, I thought smugly.

Hunter lightly slapped my backside. I turned around and playfully tapped my hand against his chest. “Cool your jets, Hun, you’re burning up.”

“My jet’s on fire. I wanna crash into you so bad, it hurts.”

“Save it for later tonight. We’ll crash and burn together,” I whispered into his ear seductively.

By the time the song ended, I’d worked up a sweat and was breathing hard like I’d ran five miles; I desperately needed a glass of water. Who knew booty-shaking could be such a workout?

I had a lot of fun dancing and letting loose with Hunter. After Daniela remarked on how she’s never seen me so lively before, I went to the kitchen to get myself and Hunter another drink, a smile on my face knowing that Hunter and I were going to have some amazing sex tonight.

A curly-haired frat guy wearing a striped polo over a noticeable beer gut approached me, cheeks rosy from a few drinks. He face seemed familiar but I couldn’t place it. “Lorrie Burnham, out partying.”

“Hey . . . what’s up?” I smiled at him, my mood chipper. “Do I know you?”

“Name’s Jimmy.” He leaned against the kitchen island, taking up the space beside me. “We’ve got the same art history class together.”

“Ah, nice to meet you Jimmy. I’m Lorrie—err but you already knew that.” I laughed.

“You’re like the talk of the campus,” he said casually as he popped an orange cheese ball into his mouth.

“Oh. . .” I continued smiling but suddenly felt uncomfortable. “Let me guess, it’s because of Hunter?”

“Yeah, that and what happened in the news. Man that’s crazy stuff.”

The smile on my face disappeared. I stood there silent, dreading where this conversation was headed.

“Hey, you know I’ve been curious—” He chuckled. “I saw you on TV when they read the verdict. I was like ‘wow, that girl’s pretty cute’. But man, what was up with your reaction? You were like stone-faced.” He made an exaggerated blank-faced expression. “Totally emotionless.” He chuckled again. “Did you even like your mom?”

My jaw tightened. I blinked a few times, hoping the situation wasn’t real. “What?”

“You know, when you were in the courtroom and the judge was like ‘guilty’!” He pounded his fist against the island like a mallet. “I woulda jumped outta my seat and been like ‘hell yeah!’ Give that f**ker what he deserves!” He laughed.

“Stop,” I murmured softly, in a daze.

“What?” He leaned closer, tilting his ear to hear me.

My hands became cold. I remained silent as my past crawled back into my mind drowning out the ruckus of the party around me.

“Helloooo?” He smiled as he waved his hand in front of my face. “Earth to stone girl.” He chuckled again.

I slapped his hand away. “Fuck off, douchebag!” I yelled.

He took a step back. The chattering around us halted; I could feel everyone’s gaze on me. My pulse pounded and my ears roared.

“Whoa, chill out. What the hell’s your problem?”

“You,” I shot back, too angry to care about the onlookers.

He looked around at the people staring at us. His jovial expression became serious. “I was just trying to be nice and talk to you. Then you act like a stupid loner, bitch,” he spat. “No wonder you don’t have any friends.”

“She’s got one right here,” Hunter snarled coming up behind Jimmy. He grabbed the Jimmy by the shirt and shoved him, making him stumble out the back door and tumble across the backyard lawn. Hunter followed him and I followed Hunter. Everyone else in the kitchen followed as well.

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