One Wild Night by Kirsty Moseley Read Free Book Online

grinning and bearing it, sitting there with a pained expression on his
face, trying not to move as the bus bumped down the road. George, on the other
hand, was being forcefully pushed into the chair by Brad and Wayne, who
obviously thought that his screaming weird expletives in a high-pitched girly
voice was the funniest thing they’d heard all year.
    “I thought you freaking well said we’d be too drunk to feel
it!” George growled at my dad, shaking his head incredulously.
    My dad shrugged. “I thought we would be. Don’t worry, next
bar will sort that right out,” he replied, hissing through his teeth as we hit
a pothole, making him jump in his seat.
    I nudged Ashton. “We so should be videotaping this. Pure
awesomeness.”
    He grinned and nodded, pulling out his cell phone and
standing up to record it. Suddenly he gasped and his eyes widened. “STOP THE
BUS!” he shouted suddenly, making everyone jump.
    I was thrown forward as the driver slammed on the brakes, my
shoulder colliding with the seat in front of me. I heard George and my dad cry
out in pain as their ass cheeks must have chaffed. The bus screeched to a halt,
and everyone turned to look at Ashton, who was currently three rows ahead of
where he was standing before the emergency stop.
    “Dude, what the hell?” I cried, rubbing my shoulder.
    Ashton turned to me and grinned challengingly. “Rematch.”
    Rematch, what the heck is that about? “Huh?” I
mumbled, pushing myself up to standing. There had to be some sort of emergency
for him to just shout ‘stop’ like that. People were driving around us, horns
blaring now because we were stopped in the middle of the road. My friends and
father-figures were pushing themselves up, glaring at Ashton as they groaned
and grumbled under their breath.
    “Taylor, are you high?” I asked, shaking my head, still
wondering what was going on.
    “Rematch,” he repeated, raising his hand and tapping the
window of the minibus. I followed the direction that he was pointing and
frowned as I spotted a mini-golf course on the side of the street. “Re-freaking-match.
I’m gonna kick your ass at mini-golf. This is my thing. You guys are going
down!” he cried excitedly whilst already stalking off the bus with a confident
strut.
    I looked at his back to see if he was serious or not. A
couple of months ago we’d all gone out for a round of golf. Ashton, being super
competitive at all sports – but apparently useless at golf – took the whole
thing way too seriously. We’d all teamed up to kick his ass. We’d even paid one
of the caddies to move his ball and stuff while he wasn’t looking. We’d teased
the crap out of him all day about it. I’d heard through the grapevine that he’d
been getting lessons since then and was going to request a rematch at some
point. I guess he’d decided that hitting a ball into a clown’s mouth was a
sufficient payback for the weeks we’d called him ‘hole in none’ after that
little incident.
    I raised one eyebrow and followed him off the minibus,
ignoring people whining behind me that they wanted to drink some more. George
was begging for some more alcohol to ‘soothe the burn on his delicate little
ass’.
    When I got to Ashton’s side, he was frowning and pulling on
the obviously locked metal gates of the mini-golf course. “Looks like you’ll
always be a loser in that respect,” I joked, nudging him with my shoulder.
    “Maybe I could make a call and get them to open up for us or
something?” he suggested, pulling out his phone and looking around for a number
to dial.
    “Are you totally serious about this, Taylor? Why don’t you
just let it go and admit you’ll never match up to me in anything that you do?”
I teased, smirking at him.
    He raised one eyebrow at that. “Batman is superior to Zorro
in everything,” he answered cockily.
    “Except golf and riding horses. Zorro owns horse-riding,”
I joked.
    He frowned and kicked the fence in frustration. I