Page 11 of Savage for You
“So, I know we lost, but do you think I can still get that kiss?” Ty asks.
“Nah, playboy, you lost,” Talon speaks up first.
Thank god he said something, because if they thought they were going to get a kiss from my girl they have another thing coming.
Monti smiles and starts to walk away.
“Monti, can I at least get your number?” Chase asks.
She looks at me, and then to Chase and she politely tells him no.
Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.
She had every right to give him her number, but thank fuck, she didn’t.
No hands by Waka Flocka Flame is blasting through the boombox. My eyes always seems to find Montana and I can see her singing the song and dancing to it and my sister is dancing right along and laughing. I love how free Montana is, she is like a breath of fresh air, and I love how she’s rubbing off on my little sister. After swimming, all the food we cooked and ate, most of it Xander’s mom prepared for us. Everything turned out phenomenal. Xander’s dad is Creole from New Orleans, and his mom was born here in Minnesota—so we had a mixture of food.
It’s a little cooler out now that the sun was starting to set. Sending a thank you to Mother Nature because if another man looks at Montana like they want to devour her, I will lose my ever-loving mind. She’s sitting around the fire with Autumn, wearing my sweatshirt that I offered when she was cold. She looks damn good in my clothes. She’s sitting there laughing and talking to my sister like they have known each other their whole lives. I’m walking back to the girls with their drinks—a Dr. Pepper for Montana, and water for my sister.
When she spots me walking towards them, the smile she gives me could light up a stadium. I take a seat next to her on the ground around the fire. Most girls I know would complain the whole time if they had to sit on the ground, but she is so down to earth, she doesn’t mind.
As the sun sets even more, I glance down at Montana as the golden hour sun makes her look even more beautiful and I didn’t think that was possible. Come on pretty girl, look at me. And if it was an answer from the Gods above, she graces me with her gorgeous eyes and the corner of her mouth lifts.
“Like what you see Savage?” She smirks.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” She rolls her eyes playfully.
“Nah Killer, just you.”
She looks down bashfully and looks back at me. We face off for what seems to be forever until Autumn takes her attention away from me, and just like that I miss those hazel eyes.
I hear some commotion to the right of me, and I see Xander arguing with a pretty petite redhead girl. If looks could kill, Xander would be twelve feet under. The fire burning in her emerald eyes show that she does not like him. At all.
Montana stands and starts to walk towards the feisty girl, who looks like she could give Montana a run for her money. The redhead looks pissed off and ready to take Xander’s head off. She is talking adamantly with her hands and all of a sudden, she flips Xander off with her short black manicured finger. Man, I wonder what the hell is going on. Xander is one of the nicest people I know. How could anyone hate him?
“Who’s that?” I ask no one in particular.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her before,” Autumn says.
“Damn, Montana, I didn’t know you were slumming it with the All-American Rejects.” The redhead smirks.
“Awe, boo!” Montana pouts her bottom lip and says, “You know I'll always make time for my favorite redheaded reject.” She runs to her, and they hug. “Oh my gosh, I’m so happy to see you! It’s been too long. I’ve missed you. Thank you again for reaching out when my parents passed.” They do that girly squeal girls do.
“Autumn, come here. Come meet my friend from high school,” she insists.
She gets up and walks over to them hesitantly, but the smiles on their faces tell me that they are happy to welcome her into their duo and make it a trio. I am so glad she is including Autumn and introducing her to her friend.
“Marley, this is Autumn. Autumn, this is Marley.”
I’m not purposely eavesdropping, but my ears do perk up at the conversation they are having.
“Monti, I’m glad to see you dumped that loser, Dylan. And you know I loved your parents. Your dad would always bring your cars to us, and your mom would always bring us her bomb Puerto Rican food. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.” She gives a small smile.
“My dad trusted your dad. He wouldn't bring them to just anyone. My mom loved you; she was always saying how amazing you are. But when Dylan did what he did to me, it kind of leaves you no other options.” She shrugs.
She scrunches her nose. “Eww, and with Holly. I never liked her. She so badly wanted to be you. I was honestly scared for your life,” she says, dramatic as fuck with her eyes going wide and her hand flying to her chest.