From the Author
Me, Dale Finnigan, is officially at high school party.
I scan the crowd and spot a few familiar faces. Jasmine's here with her loser boyfriend. Man, I wish I didn't like her so much. More than that, I wish she wasn't dating such a jerk so that I could have her!
Annoyed that there's nothing I can do about it, I distract myself by checking out the other hotties in the room.
A gorgeous young thing with eyes the color of dark cocoa and chocolate curls to match saunters past me. I accidentally brush against her swaying hips. I mumble an apology. She turns back, her brown eyes gleaming. I can't help noticing the way her tight dress is squashing her breasts together. I force my eyes away from her cleavage.
"No problem." She smirks, and the tip of her tongue touches the edge of her top lip as she eyes me up and down. "See you around." Her silky voice makes a quiver run down my spine, and I watch those swaying hips until I can see them no more.
Tonight, I am king.
"Hey Finnigan." I turn at the sound of Toby's voice. He's shuffling towards us, trying to balance four red cups in his hands. We each take one before they crash to the floor.
I glance at the frothing amber brew and grin.
"Gentlemen." Toby raises his glass. "To a night of revelry, delinquency and indecent behavior."