Make Me Yours by Alla Kar Read Free Book Online Page A

anything through the vast amounts of drunken college kids.
       I can’t leave without him, he is my ride. It’s way too long of a walk home, and Cindy is at our apartment with Brett. God knows I’d never live it down, if I interrupted her fun time .
       Biting my lip, I settle against the counter. I don’t see Taylor and I hope he went outside, maybe he’ll cool off. Hopefully, Eric and I will be long gone by the time he comes back.
       “Can I get you something to drink?” I hear from beside me. I glance over. A taller guy, lip ring, tattoos and a cigarette hanging from his mouth is staring at me. Wow, I sure know how to attract em, don’t I?
       I cross my legs, and smile. “No, thanks. I’ve had enough.”
       He lifts an eyebrow and lights his cigarette. “You here alone?” he asks.
       I shrug. “Depends on how you look at it.”
       He laughs, it’s rough, like he has to hack up a lung. “Bad night, huh?”
       “I’ve had worse,” I say, searching for Eric. Where the Hell is he?
       “I’d say the guy with the broken wrist is having a bad night. He is lying out on the concrete, moaning. Poor kid.”
       Damn. I nod but keep searching. “Me and my buddy are going to play some pool, wanna come watch?”
       Bingo. Rue 21 here I come. I turn and look at him. “But, I don’t know how to play?” I say, my voice silky.
       H e smiles, and gestures for me to follow him. “Well, let me be your teacher, sweetness.” I follow him toward the pool table. A few guys are standing around, but one guy is posted against the wall next to the empty table. He watches me as I walk up, eyes devouring me. It’s creepy as Hell.
       “Well, what do we have here?” he asks, stepping closer to me. I almost jump out of my skin when I glance at him. One eye is black, the other blue. He has a scar that runs down his face, from the corner of his eyebrow to the tip of his mouth.
       Cigarette boy says, “What’s your name?”
       “Layla,” I say, taking him in.
       “I’m David, this guy is Rod.”
       Rod smiles and tosses his head toward the table. “You know how to play?” He trails a finger along the table. He has several rings on, and his knuckles look busted up.
       I shrug and twirl my hair. “No way, my dad use to play, but I was never any good.” I bend over the table and pretend to be interested in the balls. “Will you guys teach me?”
       David nods and takes another drag. “Sure. We’ll show you how to play.”
       I listen as David tries to explain to me how to play. He isn’t a very good teacher, but I pretend to listen. I still can’t find Eric, and I haven’t seen Taylor either. It kind of makes me uneasy. They’re both gone? How in the Hell am I going to get home? I don’t have my bus pass, because Eric brought me. My wallet is in Eric’s Bug and Taylor is nowhere to be found.
       “You got that?” David asks, blowing smoke in my face.
       I nod and flip my hair. “Sure, let’s start.”
       Rod takes the pool stick from David’s hand and gives him a creepy smile. What does that mean? I grab mine and watch as Rod breaks. “Stripes,” he says.
       My body flutters, remembering Taylor at his house on the pool table. I shake my head. Get over it, Lay. He is just a guy.
       Rod pulls back again, but misses.
       I smile. “Darn. My turn, right?” I ask, pointing toward myself.
       He smiles and tilts his head to the side, making a small noise in his throat. “Why don’t we make this interesting?” I ask. “You guys didn’t come here to teach me. Why don’t we make a wager?” I ask, smiling.
       David glances over at Rod, who smiles. “Maybe we could make a little wager. How’s one hundred?”             
       I stroke my chin. “I can do that, it’s your payment for helping me.” I smile. Or your payment to me.
       Rod nods. “Sure thing, sweetheart. Now, it’s your go.”
       I lean over the