Keatyn Unscripted (The Keatyn Chronicles Book 8) Read online

  I’m wearing a pair of hot pink Juicy Couture sleep shorts and a little white tank top. And I’m kinda bad, but I’m still wearing the leopard bra underneath. (Dawson, Keatie, and the story of the leopard bra.)

  I get close to him, grab the beer out of his hand, take a big drink, and flirt, “I don’t wear pajamas to bed either.”

  And then I take a couple big drinks.

  “You really shouldn’t flirt with me. I told my brother that if he didn’t get busy with you, I would.”

  “Maybe I don’t wanna get busy with you.”

  “Oh yeah, you do. You just won’t admit it yet.”

  “Where is your brother anyway?”

  “Hasn’t shown up. Loser probably fell asleep and is busy having some little boy wet dream about you.” He grabs my waist, much like the way his brother did earlier, and pulls me in toward him. “How bout I show you?”

  I take a long, slow drink of beer. Trying to cool him down. But it doesn’t work because he is peeking down my tank top, eyeing my leopard bra. And yeah, you know who, chooses this exact moment to wander up to the keg.

  The hottie.

  In the flesh.

  “Stop that!” I tell Dawson, smacking his hand away.

  He releases me from his grip and says, “What’s up, Aiden?”

  Aiden scowls at him and says, “Prime example why my sister will never take you back. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Then he turns to me and demands, “Come with me.” (Alpha male in the making. Hello, candy underwear scene?)

  He pulls me over to a futon and pulls me down on it with him. Not down on him, like I had sorta hoped. Instead, we are sitting side by side on the futon. On the other end of it is a couple furiously making out.

  “What are you doing at this party? They never invite freshman.”

  “I was invited. Dawson invited me and Riley, and then Tyrese told me to bring my roommate.”

  “I don’t think Riley is even here.”

  “I know. I haven’t seen him yet.”

  “So, you like beer?”

  “Yeah, its fine. Not my favorite, but it’s okay.”

  “So what’s your favorite? I’ll see I have it next time.”

  “You’ll have it? You act like this is your party.”

  “Well, that’s because it is. My room. My party.”

  “Well big shot, if that’s the case, then what do you have besides beer?”

  “You do drugs?”

  “No! Do you?”

  “Naw, I’m not into that shit. I just smoke some.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  Then he grins. “Tell you what. Come with me across the hall to Bryce’s room. That’s where we keep the good stuff. I’ll make you a drink.”

  He leads me out the party and across the hall. Opens the door to an empty dorm room and turns on a lamp. Then he gently pushes me up against the door and kisses me. Again, it’s a slow, soft amazing kiss. The kind of kiss that I feel like he’s kissing my soul.

  Oh my gosh. What the heck does that even mean? Kissing my soul? I’m seriously losing it here.

  His hands are very appropriately placed around my waist and are not moving.

  Damn it.

  Move your hands.

  Kiss me with your tongue.

  Take my shirt off.

  Attack me already. Please! I can’t take it anymore. (Neither can I!)

  But I don’t say any of that. I just savor each and every slow amazing and tongue free kiss.

  Maybe he was born without a tongue, I think for a brief second, but then I realize that I am dumb because he wouldn’t be able to talk if he didn’t, now would he?

  Finally he moves his hands up the back of my shirt. He stops kissing me and looks deep into my eyes. I seriously should have drank before I left. Or guzzled a few shots the second I got here. But I had no idea HE would be here!

  His looking at me is sorta unnerving, but at the same time, like the kiss, it electrifies me. His face is close to mine, but not so much that he is like blurry to look at. I figure if he can stare at me, then I can stare back. And I take in every curve and angle of his face.

  The way his jawline is flexing slightly. How his eyelashes are a dark, dark brown and curl upward. How he has a sexy teeny freckle just to the side of his left temple. How his textbook lips are the exact color of the pale pink roses Tommy gave Mom for their anniversary, and how the the sides of his mouth are turning up, starting to smile at me. He blinks his eyes slowly. When he opens his eyes, I study the emerald green of his irises, how they have little flecks of blue in them and maybe even a little golden around the edges. I feel like time is standing still again. (Has Keatyn described anyone else in such detail? Was this not a CLEAR sign that she LOVED HIM AND HE WAS THE ONE? Love their moments.)

  Then he slides his hands up into my hair and leans in to kiss me again. My body is trying to be good, but I can’t stop it from leaning into him. Melding my body to his. I could stay this way forever. He stops kissing me, looks deeply into my eyes again, tells me he loves me.

  Oh wait.

  He didn’t say that.

  I just thought that.

  Well, I thought his eyes told me that. Shut up! It’s what it felt like. And what the hell is with the going so slow? Does he not want to make out with me? Is he gay? (LOL)

  Finally he says, “You should probably go back and check on your friend. Those guys will get her drunk and take advantage of her.”

  “We didn’t drink before we came. She can’t be drunk yet, and you promised me a drink.”

  “Also, I don’t want people to notice we’ve been gone very long. They’ll think we’re having sex. We don’t want to ruin your reputation.”

  “I think maybe you just don’t want to be alone with me. I don’t understand. You act like you’re all into me, but then, we barely kiss.”

  I get irritated and frustrated by this. But no way am I going to be the one to like move things along.

  And I thought he was a player.

  Why isn’t he trying to play me? To use me? To take advantage of me?

  I shoulda pretended to be drunk, maybe? (I love this line.)

  He doesn’t really say anything to me, just shakes his head and says, “You just don’t get it, do you?”

  And I’m thinking, no, I’m obviously not getting it tonight.

  “Apparently not.” I say. Then I storm past him, across the hall and back into the party. But I don’t really feel like partying anymore. I want to go home and cry. And what the hell don’t I get??!!! I mean besides a good make out session with the God of all Hotties.

  I look around for Katie, find her swigging whiskey and sitting on Tyrese’s lap. They start to make out.

  Oh sure.

  Dawson get up off his chair, practically knocking the girl that was sitting on his lap onto the floor, stalks over toward me, grabs me and pulls me into a kiss. A big sloppy wet kiss. An all sorts of tongue kiss. A kiss I was totally not prepared for and am not enjoying in the least. I pull away from him and run out the door. (Love their horrible first kiss! She should have known from the start it would end badly, just from this one moment! It was so different than her and Aiden’s first kiss.)

  Then I sit out in the hall and start to cry a little.

  Aiden slides down next to me. “Why are you crying?”

  “Because he ruined my lips.” (So freaking sweet.)

  “How so?”

  And I can’t lie to this boy. “They don’t taste like you anymore. They taste like whiskey and cigarettes. He’s a horrible kisser.”

  “He’s drunk and sloppy.”

  “You’re not.”

  “Let’s get your friend, and I’ll walk you both home.” He says. He seems like such a gentleman. Or is he wanting to get me back to my room. Sneak in with me? No. We were alone. And he didn’t try anything. I don’t think he likes me.

  He just wants me gone.

  I guess, he figured it out quick, like he said.

  “You don’t
have to do that. I can get us home. Plus, I get it. You already figured it out, right?”

  “Figured what out?”

  “You know. What you were saying about all your girlfriends. I mean, not that I’m like a girlfriend or anything, but like you knew quickly that I shouldn’t be one.” (She’s rambling. Love it.)

  “You’re so cute, and you’re making no sense. Come here.”

  And I do. Straight to his lips. And get another slow, long, delicious kiss.

  “Better?”

  “Much better.”

  Why have you kissed so many boys?

  4am

  Katie is asleep and snoring lightly. I’m laying in bed. Closing my eyes and reliving my kisses with Aiden.

  And I can’t sleep.

  So I text my mom, hoping she is still awake.

  Me: How did you get Tommy to fall in love with you? You said you knew instantly. Did he?

  Mom: He knew it too. I could feel it, it just took him a little longer to figure it out.

  Me: How do I make the God of all Hotties fall in love with me?

  Mom: I thought you loved Brooklyn.

  Me: Mom, you don’t understand. I am in LOVE with him. And all he will do is kiss me! And I’m talking a NO TOUNGE KISS!!! Other boys make out with me, why won’t he?

  Mom: Other boys?! Just how many boys have you kissed there?

  Me: Uh, like three.

  Mom: Keatyn Elizabeth! You don’t want to get a bad reputation on your first week there! Why have you kissed so many boys? Did you get drunk? What kind of school did we send you to?

  Me: Calm down. And no. I kissed Dallas the first night. And it was like fun, and he’s sweet, but it’s like a friend thing, a chill thing. Then I kissed Riley. He’s really pretty hot. Sexy. Thought he was a player, but he’s not acting like it so far. Then Aiden kissed me on the cheek and gave me a four leaf clover and it WORKED! I made Varsity soccer AND the dance team! Oh and Gorgeous (Love that she refers to Dawson as Gorgeous.) kissed me too, but he was drunk, so it didn’t count. (Wasn’t a similar conversation had about this in That Wedding? If Keatyn had read it, she’d know that they never do.)

  Mom: Dance team? Really? I’m shocked you tried out.

  Me: I was too, but I made it, and I’m excited. Back to the hottie.

  Mom: The hottie sounds sweet.

  Me: But that’s just it. He IS sweet. And he’s supposed to be a player. He had 8 gfs last year. He gets kinda flustered when he’s around me. Players don’t get flustered, do they? And the things he does to me!

  Mom: Wait, I thought you said he wasn’t doing anything to you.

  Me: I mean like I can barely breathe when he’s around. When he touches me I feel like I’m getting shocked. And tonight, I was at this party and he took me to this empty dorm room. And he DIDN’T attack me! He just gave me these slow, amazing, tender and TOUNGELESS kisses. He looked deep into my eyes and I swear into my soul. (That ought to tell you something, K.)

  Mom: Wait. What time is it there? And what were you doing at a party? It’s your second night of school.

  Me: Can we PLEASE stick to what is important here? HOW DO I MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH ME?

  Mom: Sounds like maybe he is already.

  Me: No! He’s not. He was a total gentlemen. He doesn’t want me. Should I like sneak over to his room and just attack him?

  Mom: Sex is not going to make him fall in love with you. (Sound advice from Abby.) It sounds to me like he likes you A LOT and is trying to take it slow. Not screw it up. (I also love how she tells her mom so much and no subject is off-limits. It shows how close they are and their mutual respect for each other.)

  Me: OMG!!!!??? You think??!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  Mom: Yeah. Go to bed!

  Me: ily

  Mom: ily2

  Saturday, August 27th

  You don’t have a bra on.

  10:30am

  Clearly missed breakfast. Can’t remember what is supposed to be going on today. Did we miss something already?

  I grab my phone.

  I have a few texts.

  The love of my life <3:

  Wait that’s confusing. I have to change that.

  Now, that’s better.

  Dallas: You up yet, cutie? Heard you had some fun at the party, without Riley :)

  Brooklyn: Miss you, Keats.

  Peyton: Pick up your dance uniform at 2:30. You won’t perform, but are required to be in uniform.

  Sex God: You kissed my brother?

  Shit.

  First things first.

  Me: Your brother kissed me. He was drunk. It was horrible.

  Sex God: You didn’t like kissing him?

  Me: OMG! NO! And for the record, you are a WAY better kisser.

  Sex God: Maybe I should come kiss you now. What are you wearing?

  Me: PJ shorts and tank top. Still in bed.

  Sex God: Heard that’s what you wore to the party. White tank top with a leopard bra underneath. I was jealous at first, but I already saw that bra :)

  Me: Yeah, cuz you’re naughty.

  Sex God: Naw, cuz I’m good ;) You’re coming to the football scrimmage, right? Watch me kick some ass?

  Me: Of course. What time is it again?

  Sex God: 3. Can I come over?

  Me: Why?

  Sex God: I wanna snuggle up with you. (Sure you do, Riley.)

  Me: I just woke up. I’m sure I look like shit.

  Sex God: Doubtful. Go brush your teeth. I will be there in like 2 minutes.

  Me: Make it 10 and if you wanna be really nice, bring us some coffee and muffins.

  Sex God: Oh, I’m gonna be very nice...

  Me: <3 and no.

  I’m not sure what to say to Brooklyn. I really wish I could call Brooklyn and tell him all about whats been going on here. About the guys. Have him give me some more zen advice. But that would be pretty awkward. So I just say, Miss you too.

  And I wanna see what Dallas has heard, so I reply.

  Me: What’d you hear?

  Dallas: Dawson kissed you. Dumped a girl off his lap, walked across the room, and attacked you kind of kiss. (I can so see that scene in my head and would love to see it in a TV show for real.)

  Me: Yeah, it was awful. I stopped it as quickly as I could.

  Dallas: And what about Aiden?

  Me: How do you know all this shit? (I love that Dallas knows everything. It fit his personality, but it wasn’t until I was writing Kiss Me that I asked how he knows. Is it just because he’s easy to talk to? It was then that I decided he was there for more than just an education and was also at Eastbrooke in order to remain safe.)

  Dallas: I also know Riley is buying you coffee and muffins as we speak.

  Me: You are scaring me. How do you know about Aiden?

  Dallas: Heard you kissed. Heard you got mad at him. Heard you were crying in the hall.

  Me: He told you??

  Dallas: Can’t give up my sources.

  Me: DID HE TELL YOU?? YES OR NO??!!!!

  Dallas: No.

  Me: He did kiss me, but he has decided he doesn’t really like me.

  Dallas: You sure about that?

  Me: Yes. He kissed me. It was amazing. But that’s all he did. No hands, no tongues, just a kiss. Well a couple kisses.

  Dallas: Hmmm. Maybe he wants to take it slow.

  Me: Only people who don’t like you want to take it that slow. But I’m glad I know now. So I won’t get my heart broken.

  Dallas: Are you gonna hook up with Riley?

  Me: Idk, probably, eventually, someday

  Dallas: You gonna hook up with me?

  Me: Idk, probably, eventually, someday. (I actually wrote a scene where they did.)

  Dallas: <3

  I get up, run to the bathroom, pee and brush my teeth quick, run my hands through my hair, and remove the mascara smudges from underneath my eyes. I’m just finishing when Riley knocks gently on the door. Katelyn is still asleep, so I run over to the door quickly and open it.


  And there he is. Looking hot in a bright orange Polo rugby shirt and khaki cargo shorts.

  “I think I’m a little underdressed,” I say.

  He hands me a tray of coffees and a bag of muffins. I walk over and set them on my nightstand. He follows me, grabs me, falls onto the bed with me, and immediately starts kissing me. Well.

  “Hey, I need sustenance here.”

  He rolls on top of me, pins my arms above my head, and says, “I need something to sustain me too. God. You don’t have a bra on.”

  “Oh shit. I forgot. I’m sorry.”

  He breaks out into a wide grin. “Oh, no. No apologies necessary. I like.” He stares at my chest. “A lot.”

  “So, I need food, what do you need?”

  “You. All of you.”

  “You have to feed me first.”

  “Beg.”

  “What?”

  “I want you to beg for it.”

  I squint my eyes at him. He’s a shit. But it’s really hot.

  “Please, feed me muffins and coffee.” Then I lean up as far as I can and try to kiss him. He keeps my arms pinned down and moves his face back away from me.

  “You don’t want to kiss me?”

  “Beg.”

  “Please,” I whisper.

  He smiles, leans down and kisses me.

  Katelyn’s voice interrupts us, “Not to interrupt, but um, is one of those coffees for me?”

  This breaks the spell. A little anyways.

  Riley slides off me, gets a blueberry muffin and a coffee and hands it to her. She says, “Hey, I’m gonna take this out to the common room and then shower. I, um, probably won’t be back for at least an hour. See ya. Thanks for the muffin, Riley.”

  Riley jumps off the bed the second she walks out the door and locks it.

  Then he walks back toward me, tossing his rugby on the floor. He has an extremely tan and buff chest.

  He sits down on the edge of my bed and tries to take off my tank top.

  I stop him.

  “Okay, so here’s the deal. Stuff spreads around here like freaking wildfire. So if we are gonna do stuff. You can’t tell anyone about it.”