Chapter Thirty Six

Aspen

"Crystal." Lincoln squeaks, his eyes as wide as saucers as he lowers his hands to his lap, likely to try to protect his manhood from me.
"Shit, you better watch out, Bos." Jackson says, laughing and pointing over at me from across the table, "she isn't messing around." I just glare across the table and pick up my spoon, my threat clear, which causes Boston to bust up laughing, nearly spraying the sip of coke he just had across the table. "I'm just saying..." he says, as he too lowers his hands to his lap beneath the table, causing me to chuckle and roll my eyes.
Glancing around the table, I take in each of the guys, realizing that I obviously know Boston better than the rest, but I don't really know much about the other three.
Turning to Lincoln, but also angled so that I can see the other two across the table from me, I ask, "So, outside of your awesome taste in music and penchant for getting those around you, i.e., me, hooked on up and coming bands, what are some things that you guys are in to?" I ask, feeling a bit awkward. At their curious stares, I groan before saying, "I don't really know that much about you three. I'm trying to get to know you."
"Well..." Lincoln says, waggling his eyebrows, "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff. But I mean, if you're asking, you game, boys?" I look at him and then over at the others as they try their best to contain their laughter as I sit here beyond confused.
"He's talking about a squad, Baby," Boston whispers into my ear, then buries his nose into the area where my neck and shoulder meet, nipping at the sensitive flesh and causing goosebumps to break out all over my skin.
Turning my head so that I look him in the eye, I lift my eyebrow and whisper, "squad?"
He tries to hide his smile by biting the corner of her lip, but fails as he comes closer and whispers, "if all five of us were having sex together, it would be called a squad." My eyes widen at his words, and I about choke on my spit because I was *not* expecting that!
"Eww! No!" I shout, backing away from Lincoln, and practically crawling into Boston's lap, which causes all four boys to crack up laughing. "I'm so glad that I'm trying to get to know you guys better and you make me the butt of your joke." I huff, and cross my arms across my chest, pushing my lower lip out in a pout.
"I'd like to do things to your butt," Boston growls, wrapping his arms around my waist and thrusting his hips up, his hardness pressing into my butt, showing me just how much he likes the idea of doing this to me there.
"Boston!" I whisper shout and try to jump off of his lap, but he tightens his arm, holding me against him.
"I like having you in my lap," Boston tells me as he moves my hair to the side and begins nibbling at the area just beneath my ear. *Someone's clearly turned on*, I think to myself, finding myself getting turned on as well. I wiggle my ass against his hardened cock, teasing him and causing him to thrust his hips once more, groaning once his cock rubs against my ass, "Truck. Now!" he growls and then sets me back down on the bench before scooting out of the booth. He waits as I scoot out behind him and then grasps ahold of my hand. "We'll be back." He tells his brothers as they watch us with knowing smirks on their faces.
Once we quickly make our way out of the restaurant, Boston stops us on the edge of the sidewalk, turning me towards him and pulling me into a kiss so hot and passionate, that it leaves me panting, yearning for more. I pull away from him when I hear voices coming out of the restaurant, heading towards us.
"Oh, look who it is, did they decide to take the trash out after all?" Whitney says, sneering at me. Her facial features change, almost like a mask slipping over the ugliness as she looks from me to Boston, "Hey, Boston. When you finally realize that you can do *so* much better, give me a call. You still have my number, right?"
"Whitney!" Boston growls, his hands curling into fists at his sides as I pull away from him, taking a step back as I realize what she's saying. *She and Boston...they...he fucking lied to me!*
"Whitney!" A girl shouts at the bitch in front of us, I turn my attention to her, noticing it's one of the girls that I didn't recognize.
"What?" Whitney says with a look on her face that I'm sure she thinks is sexy as she turns back towards Boston, walking her fingers up his chest, "You had fun last time we were together, didn't you? Because as I recall, you were moaning my name as I made you come."
Boston growls at the same time that the redheaded girl shrieks Whitney's name one more time, "That is enough!" They both say at the same time. Unable to listen to another word that comes out of Whitney's mouth as my heart shatters in my chest, questioning how many lies he's told me since we first met and hating myself for giving him another chance after he hurt me so badly.
No wonder those girls have been coming after me so hard. How many of them has he been with and lied to me about it?
I rush away from them, tears blurring my eyes as I race across the parking lot. I can hear them shouting at me, but I'm not paying much attention to what they're saying or where I'm going. The need to put as much distance between myself and them as possible, being my driving force.
I stop, choking out a sob as my body begins to shudder when something crashes into me, knocking me to the ground. My legs come out from under me, and my upper body and head slam against whatever I landed on. It stops, momentarily and I fall to the pavement, my head hitting it so hard that it ricochets back before striking it once more. I manage to pry my eyes open just enough to see a red car pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main road just before my vision becomes hazy.
"Aspen," I vaguely hear my name being called, but I can't move to see whose calling for me, my limbs won’t seem to cooperate, even though my brain is telling me to move, to get up.
I can't.
"Aspen, can you hear me?" A voice says. At least, I think that's what they're saying, but I can't say for sure it sounds weird, almost like the wah, wah, wah sound that's on that 1990's Charlie Brown show. It's too hard to make out their words to know for sure.
I can't seem to force myself to respond even if I did know what they were thinking. It's like my whole body is working against me, it's like I'm here physically but I have no control over what I do.
Blurry people stand over me, hands begin to shake me as people join them, pushing others out of the way so that they can be closer. I can't really see any of their features, it's almost like I can kind of make out the outline of their body, but all of their features are hazy, obscured like maybe something is covering my eyes. It reminds me of those silhouettes that we used to make in elementary school.
Then, everything goes completely dark, all sounds fade away and I sink into a deep, dark abyss of nothingness.
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Boston

I shove Whitney off of me, not having realized that Aspen has taken off across the until she's halfway between me and my truck. The redheaded girl that was getting just as pissed at Whitney as I was, starts yelling at Aspen, panic lacing her tone, which is what drew my attention in the first place. I watch, frozen as a red Chevy Malibu speeds through the parking lot, not slowing down at all as they get closer to where Aspen is at.
"Aspen!" I shout, praying with everything in me that she gets out of the way of the speeding car. "Aspen!" I scream again, my heart shattering as I watch the woman that I love more than anything in the world stop in the middle of the road, the red car hitting her. It's like I see it all in slow motion, taking in every detail as the car bumper hits her legs, her thighs connecting with the edge of the hood, and her lower legs are thrown forward, away from the car. Her upper body is thrust forward, landing on the front of the car, her head slamming into the hood. The car slams on its brakes and Aspens' body slides from the car, her body falling to the ground as her head smashes into the pavement, bounces off of it, and then hits it again.
I stand there, stunned and unable to move or think as I wait for some sign of life but there is nothing.
"Holy shit!" A shrill voice cries from beside me seconds before the red-headed girl rushes towards my girlfriend. That pulls me out of whatever held me frozen, and I chase after her, praying to God that she's still alive.
"What the fuck happened!" Cries Lincoln in a panicked voice, just as I make it to her side. After falling to my knees beside her still body, I reach out, praying to anyone that is listening that I'm able to find a pulse.