Just Between Us by Hayley Oakes Read Free Book Online

saying here?”
                  “What do you want? A hot guy? Some coke? A hundred bucks?”
                  I shook my head. “Kyle you are seriously fucked up. We’re not friends, in fact, we’re nothing, and you expect me to trust you and go to a club with you where you plan on doing coke? You’ll probably forget I’m there and end up back here without me, and I’ll get kidnapped by some cartel and sold into prostitution.”
                  At that he threw his head back and laughed, something I hadn’t seen him do in my company before, “Look Okay, no guys, drugs, or money, and I won’t leave you. Look, just come once, keep it quiet from the ‘rents, and I’ll owe you one.”
                  “Oh great, thanks, well I can’t wait to collect on that empty promise.” I swigged more beer and contemplated his offer. True … this holiday was a little dull, but did we really have to hide a night out clubbing from our parents? Obviously his father issues were a little deeper than I thought if he couldn’t even let Mick see him enjoying himself. Hell, Kyle may never offer me this chance again. True, he was a prick, arrogant, self-centred, and rude. God, he didn’t have a lot of good qualities, but he was damn good-looking, popular, and just maybe this would be the ice breaker we needed to finally be friends. Maybe if I did this I’d be cool to him.
                  “Fine,” I finished my beer and smiled to him. “Nothing more exciting than a secret rendezvous and plenty of booze.”
                  “Nothing in it, Soph. Don’t get all dreamy on me.”
                  “Get over yourself, Kyle, if our parents weren’t married you’d still be the last arrogant prick on Earth I’d want to date.”
                  “Oh yeah?” he said with a smile, the first joking expression ever tipped my way, “And why’s that?”                           
                  “Because you spend longer in the bathroom than me, and the spoilt, brooding teenager act is so 80’s.”
                  He laughed and shook his head, “ Breakfast Club ?” he asked.
                  “More Lost Boys .” I smiled. “Now I better get back to the parents before they get suspicious and happy that we’re speaking.”
                  “Okay … well meet me down here at ten pm, Okay?”
                  “Fine,” I said with a tight smile. “But if you leave me anywhere, I’ll rat you out as the secretly enjoying Mexico fiend that you are.” He looked up to me but didn’t smile; he just regarded me and nodded.
                  “Ten,” he said.
     
    After that we spent the rest of the day as strangers and then went on to enjoy a dinner with our parents. When they settled to watch the hotel entertainment, Kyle excused himself, and twenty minutes later I did, too. I made my way back to my room, and as I reached the door Kyle poked his head out of his door, “Hi,” he said quietly, making his way to me.
                  “Hi,” I said curtly. “I’ll meet you at the bar.”
                  “What? You not ready?”
                  “Not for clubbing,” I said motioning to my blue sundress and flowered flip-flops. I rushed inside my room and left him in the hallway. I eased out of my loose fitting sundress and found a tighter pink dress that I had brought just in case we got dressed up. It was low cut, tight at the top, and nipped in at the waist with a belt. The bottom part had small white hearts on it, and it plumed out into a full skirt effect. It was cut to the mid-thigh.
                  I slipped into white wedges with a cork heel, touched up my make up, and ran my fingers through my tangled, blonde curls. I looked in the mirror. I looked good even if I did say so myself.