Chapter 5
When we arrived at Kevin’s, it was late, and there were already several cars in the driveway with quite a few more parked on the street. We found a spot around the corner and made our way to the green, two-story house, where several teens hung out on the front porch. Loud, thumping music poured out of the open front door.
I spied Jon in the front yard, drinking from a large plastic cup. My breath caught because he looked really hot. His short-sleeve, red shirt clung to him and the skin-tight jeans showed off every muscle. As he took a huge swig, his gaze landed on me and his eyebrows shot up.
“Fucker,” Jeff muttered.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as Jon made his way over to us.
“Nothing,” Jeff spat, his eyes on Jon. “Hey, man.”
“Hey, Joey,” Jon answered, his eyes on me the whole
