{"id":8479,"date":"2019-12-08T03:30:11","date_gmt":"2019-12-08T11:30:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/?page_id=8479"},"modified":"2019-12-08T03:30:11","modified_gmt":"2019-12-08T11:30:11","slug":"excerpt-kiss-me-with-lies-by-s-m-soto","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/index.php\/excerpt-kiss-me-with-lies-by-s-m-soto\/","title":{"rendered":"Excerpt: Kiss Me With Lies by S.M. Soto"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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I don\u2019t know how much time passes, but it\u2019s long enough that it dawns on me Winnie is still gone. She\u2019s no longer in the spot she was when she left to go mingle. She\u2019s nowhere to be found actually. My stomach sloshes as I sway when I climb to my feet. I realize I may have consumed way too much beer. I\u2019ve obviously overestimated myself and my drinking abilities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My legs feel weird, and I\u2019m pretty sure if I bit my tongue off right now, I wouldn\u2019t even feel it. Everything feels blissfully numb. In my drunken state, it takes me a while to process the loud voices being directed at me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, you! Get over here!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I pick my gaze up, hazy vision and all, my eyes settle on the group of hulking guys standing not too far away from me, and it\u2019s then I realize the rowdy group is talking to me. My brows pull down, or at least I think they do, and I look over my shoulder, trying to see if these jocks can be talking to anyone else, but, sure enough, I\u2019m the only one here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One of them barks out a laugh at my actions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, I\u2019m talking to you. Get over here!\u201d The voice is deep. A guy\u2019s voice. When I find the source, my stomach clenches because I recognize who the voice belongs to. Trent Ainsworth. All-around asshole, hot jock, and one of the five Savages of Humboldt County. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yeah, that\u2019s right. I said Savages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Honestly, I think they\u2019re more in line with devils.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because that\u2019s exactly what these assholes are in our small town. Each of their ancestors is a founding family. They\u2019re like great white sharks, swimming amongst a sea of us trout. Or are we sardines? Jesus. I can\u2019t even think straight anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Trent\u2019s bastard, jock rich friends call themselves the Savages. Town royalty. Amongst other ridiculous nicknames.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why? No one really knows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They\u2019re like a rabid pack of wolves\u2014the strongest of their pack. They stick together, though it remains unknown who, out of the five of them, is the alpha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over the years, I\u2019ve watched them from afar. I\u2019ve heard the rumors, and even though they can be just that, rumors; part of me never truly believed it. They were constantly up to no good. If there was a brawl at school or at a party, everyone already knew who was behind it. If there was a commotion in town late at night, the rest of the people in Ferndale knew to stay indoors. If they destructed town property, the sheriff and the rest of the police were never anywhere to be found. If there was a girl in town who swore one of the five had hurt her, nothing would happen. Every single one of them walked around like they didn\u2019t have a single care in the world\u2014and I guess in a way, they didn\u2019t. They were rich as sin, and had mommy and daddy\u2019s money to get them out of any kind of serious trouble. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was obvious I didn\u2019t know much about them. We didn\u2019t hang in the same circles and certainly, they didn\u2019t even know of my existence. But what I do know is, they\u2019re trouble, wrapped in beautiful packaging. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Want to know how I know they\u2019re trouble? Madison has been trying to get on their radar for years. One night. She just wants one night with any of the relentless Savages who run this town, but I guess none of them have shown any interest in her yet. They\u2019re selective assholes who think they\u2019re more powerful than God.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m not sure what that says about them\u2014the devils\u2014for turning her down the way they have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I swallow the sudden lump in my throat and force my legs to walk over to them without any drunken mishaps. Of course, that\u2019s too much to ask for. The tip of my beat-up, white Converse snags on air, I guess, and my body hurtles forward. Dizzying colors blur before my eyes\u2014a blend of angry orange, vivid green, and hazy brown. I see the ground coming toward me, but I can\u2019t seem to stop it from happening. Suddenly, strong, warm arms wrap around me, and I\u2019m no longer falling. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhoa.\u201d The voice chuckles. \u201cTake it easy. You all right, sweetheart?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I look up, my vision splitting on the figure holding me. There\u2019s two of him standing before me and I can\u2019t seem to focus my gaze, no matter how hard I try. Trent Ainsworth is gorgeous in his own right, but up close and personal, he\u2019s a living god. His face breaks out into a grin as he stares down at me and brushes a stray hair off my round face. His finger grazes my freckled cheek, and my heart lurches in my throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Holy crap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s a beautiful girl like you doing out here alone?\u201d His pretty eyes search my face for answers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beautiful? Did he really call me beautiful?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blushing under the weight of his gaze, I fumble with my words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI-I\u2019m not \u2026 b-beautiful \u2026 you\u2019re not \u2026 this isn\u2019t \u2026 a-alone \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Trent chuckles, I\u2019m distracted by the bobbing of his Adam\u2019s apple, but he helps me stand straight, and I notice his hand lingers on my wrist. He\u2019s something larger than life, with the way his whole hand engulfs my arm. I hear his friends, the rest of the hellish crew, laughing behind him, probably at me, but I don\u2019t care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He thinks I\u2019m beautiful?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He noticed me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How did this gorgeous guy notice me before my sister? It\u2019s almost too good to be true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Trent glances over his shoulder, and his buddies laugh some more before he turns back toward me. \u201cWant to get away from these assholes and talk?\u201d he offers. I dart my gaze over his shoulder and realize I\u2019m nodding as I stare at his formidable friends. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cC\u2019mon,\u201d he says. Wrapping his hand firmly around my wrist, he leads me away from the fire and deeper into the woods. A voice in my head screams not to follow him, but I do. This is the one thing I can have that Madison hasn\u2019t had. Trent Ainsworth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He noticed me. He wants to talk to me. Alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Trent surprises me by stopping just before the entrance into the woods, so we still have a clear view of his friends and the rest of the party.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFinally,\u201d he breathes, resting his back up against the trunk of one of the many redwoods here. \u201cIt feels good to get a little peace and quiet. I was getting tired of pretending to have fun.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His words make me smile. My lips itch to spread across my face, showcasing my braces, but I fight it, opting for a closed-lip smile instead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was pretending, too?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo who did you come here with?\u201d he asks. I realize he\u2019s trying to have a conversation with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I clear my throat, moving my foot through the dirt anxiously. \u201cMy friend Winnie dragged me here. This is the first party I\u2019ve ever been to, and honestly, I\u2019m not all that impressed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Trent laughs. It\u2019s deep and husky and so freaking hot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOuch. You realize the guys and I put this together?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My cheeks heat in embarrassment. Crap.\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I say, cringing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He chuckles again. \u201cDon\u2019t apologize. You\u2019re being honest, and I like that. Not many girls are honest nowadays.\u201d His eyes roam my face, and my heart continues its quest to burst out of my chest. His gaze drops down to the cup I realize I still have clutched in my hand. \u201cFirst time drinking?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow can you tell?\u201d I tease, my lips twisting with amusement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He shrugs. \u201cYou have this pretty flush on your skin. It looks cute.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I dart my gaze down to my feet, trying like hell to hide how happy his comment makes me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey,\u201d he says. His hand lightly touches my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. Before my eyes settle on his, I take in the tattoo on his inner forearm\u2014the one he and all his friends have. It\u2019s a skeleton key with an actual skull outlined and an eye with a triangle around it that rests on the skull\u2019s forehead. It\u2019s kind of creepy. \u201cDon\u2019t hide from me, Mackenzie. You\u2019re absolutely gorgeous.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My breath catches as I stare into his eyes and watch as they fill with heat. So much heat, I feel something stirring in my stomach. The sensation is one I\u2019m not familiar with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wait\u2014he knows my name? I don\u2019t have the guts to ask how he knows my name. He\u2019s one of the elite. I\u2019m sure they know everything about everyone here in Ferndale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d I breathe out in a rush of air. Trent glances toward the bonfire, and I try to follow his gaze, but his next words have my heart seizing in my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCan I kiss you, Mackenzie?\u201d His hands are already on my face, pulling my mouth toward his, and his body is already leaning closer. My nipples pebble against the material of my bra. It\u2019s such a foreign sensation, one I\u2019ve never experienced before, yet I find it titillating all the same. I say yes before I can think better of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His lips graze mine lightly at first. I\u2019m so flustered and buzzed, I let out an embarrassing moan into his mouth when he deepens the kiss. I taste him\u2014a mixture of beer and gum. I feel his hands gliding along my overheated skin, and I can smell the burning logs from the bonfire. I can vaguely make out the sound of hollering laughter, but I can\u2019t tell where it\u2019s coming from, and the truth is, I don\u2019t even care. His hands find their place along my hips and slide down my thick thighs, toying with the material of my sweater dress. When his fingers make contact with the skin of my inner thigh, I slip my arms around his neck, and I kiss him. Hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is my first kiss, and if this is how all first kisses go, I will never complain another day in my life. This doesn\u2019t even seem real. It\u2019s too perfect, too intimate, too much like a dream. I don\u2019t ever want\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat the fuck is going on?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I jolt away from Trent at the sound of her voice. I\u2019d know it anywhere. Hell, it haunts me in my dreams. And when I get up every morning. Slowly, I turn on my heel and face my sister, who looks completely unhinged. I\u2019ve never ever seen her look this angry. And sadly, all that anger is directed at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat in the actual fuck do you think you\u2019re doing, Mackenzie?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I open my mouth to say something, but before I can get words out, Trent steps closer behind me, resting his hand on my hip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLeave us alone. We\u2019re in the middle of something.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Madison doesn\u2019t acknowledge Trent. Instead, she continues to glare daggers at me. Her anger is written all over her, and I can read every thought that crosses her mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How dare you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He should be mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019s supposed to be mine\u2014they all are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGod, what did you do, promise him a fucking blow job to get him over here with you? You\u2019re disgusting, Kenz,\u201d Madison spits. \u201cAnd you \u2026\u201d She focuses her wrath on Trent now. \u201cIf you go any further with her, you\u2019re going to regret it come tomorrow morning when you realize just how low you stooped while drunk. I think those shots have you mistaking one sister for the other. Come near her again, and I\u2019ll hurt you, Ainsworth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My throat constricts at her words, and tears burn my eyes. How can she be so mean? So vile? We\u2019re sisters, not enemies. Is it really so bad that Trent would want to kiss me instead of her? There are four other friends she can have. Why can\u2019t she let me just have this one thing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Madison is the queen at everything she does. She has everything, while I\u2019m always shoved in the corner, forgotten about in the shadows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cScrew you, Mads,\u201d I choke out, fighting back embarrassing tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She laughs at me and crosses her arms over her ample chest. \u201cIf you don\u2019t go home with me right now, I\u2019ll tell Dad what a little slut you\u2019ve been tonight. How do you think he\u2019ll react when he finds out I caught you having sex?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I blanch. \u201cWhat? But I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho do you think he\u2019ll believe?\u201d She\u2019s right. He\u2019ll believe her. It\u2019s always her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blowing out a sad sigh, I turn toward Trent just as he bends down, his lips grazing my ear. \u201cMy friends and I will be here all night. Sneak out and meet me at the kissing rock once you can get out, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I back away and look up at him. I\u2019ve never snuck out before. The thought has never even crossed my mind, but I know tonight will be my first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d I smile secretively before I turn on my heel and follow my sister.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The whole way back to her car, she\u2019s mumbling angrily under her breath. In my drunken state, I should be worried about her driving, but we don\u2019t live far. Our house is only a few blocks away. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUgh!\u201d She brusquely growls. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you would stoop this low and do this to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMe?\u201d I damn near screech. \u201cWhy is it so hard for you to get along with me, Madison?\u201d I yell. \u201cWhy is everything always about you? You have everything already. Why can\u2019t I have this one thing? He noticed me. Maybe he actually even likes me. Why can\u2019t you just let me have this? Why do you have to ruin this for me, too?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNewsflash, Mackenzie, he doesn\u2019t like you. He isn\u2019t interested in you. He wants me. He\u2019s just using you to get to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I laugh darkly. It\u2019s such an odd, foreign sound as it bursts past my lips. \u201cBullshit. You wouldn\u2019t be so angry if that was true. You hate that he chose me over you. You can\u2019t believe he wants to meet me at the kissing rock tonight and not you!\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stops walking and turns to me with fire in her eyes. \u201cHe told you to meet him at the kissing rock tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nod smugly. \u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her lips curl into a sneer. \u201cGet in the car. We\u2019re going home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The drive home is silent and awkward. When Madison parks in the driveway, the look she shoots my way makes me want to cry like a frightened little girl. That\u2019s the power of Madison\u2019s glare. She has the capacity to eviscerate and kill with a single glance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re going to go inside and be the good girl everyone knows you are. This isn\u2019t you, Mackenzie. Stop trying to be like me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not trying to be you,\u201d I mumble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, yeah? Trying to take Trent from me says otherwise. Just get inside before I make the next year of your life a living hell.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere are you going?\u201d I ask as I push the door open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTo meet Trent at the kissing rock, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My stomach bottoms out, and my heart shatters. \u201cBut \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smirks in satisfaction. \u201cWe all know I\u2019m the hotter sister everyone wants\u2014might as well give Trent a night he\u2019ll never forget.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut he said me. He wanted me. He won\u2019t sleep with you after tonight. I just know he won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Madison laughs. \u201cHe\u2019s drunk, Mackenzie. He doesn\u2019t care about you, or who shows up at the rock. He just wants to fuck, and we all know you can\u2019t do that. Now shut my door.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With tears swimming in my eyes, I do as she says and shut the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I walk into the house, I know my parents are sleeping because all the lights are off. I climb up the stairs and head straight to the shower. The tears fall in hot streams, and I cry freely without fear my sister will hear and use it against me somehow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s unfair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why is it always her?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She gets everything while I get nothing. I\u2019m always the afterthought. The loser. The nobody. I don\u2019t know why I thought tonight would be any different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I climb into bed, inflamed ankles and all, and sob into my pillow until I drift off to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I wake up the next morning, it\u2019s to a shrill scream coming from the kitchen. I run downstairs, and my feet slow on the final steps when I see two police officers, and in the kitchen near the front door, my mom is on her knees with tears streaming down her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sheriff Keller stands in front of her with an expression that makes my stomach sour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re sorry, Monica.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His next words have my stomach hollowing out and the blood draining from my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Body\u2019s been identified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Found at kissing rock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Homicide investigation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I shake my head, trying to make sense of what he\u2019s saying. It can\u2019t be. There\u2019s no way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re looking into all possible leads on what could\u2019ve happened to your daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Wright. Her body showed signs of trauma as well as \u2026\u201d he clears his throat, \u201cas well as signs of assault.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d my father asks, voice hoarse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Keller sighs. \u201cMichael \u2026 it means she was raped.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy baby!\u201d my mom screams, and the sound of it rains nails down my back. I sway violently on my feet and clutch the banister rail for support as realization sets in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My sister was murdered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her body was found at the kissing rock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The very last place I was supposed to meet Trent and his friends last night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Madison wasn\u2019t supposed to be found dead at that rock this morning. It was supposed to be me.
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