Zero to Eighty

Miss Deep Throat was horny, and if horny had a smell, she reeked of it. She however, was a nice distraction because I was still pretty damn pissed about losing to her. If Antoinette--- I mean Kenzie, weren't such an arrogant tumor to life, then I'd actually be impressed by her racing skills. She definitely was a Suarez, I had to at least admit that. Regan could be a pretentious git, but damn could he race cars. Kenzie definitely grew up to be just like her brother. Just as condescending and baneful, and though I hated to admit it, she had a talent from behind the wheel.

"Harry, let's go somewhere private," Miss Deep Throat breathed seductively into my ear, leaving a trail of kisses on my neck and jawline as she straddled my lap.

"Later," I grumbled, denying her request to get it in, though my bulge said otherwise. My eyes narrowed in on the audacious punk on the second floor platform. She held a red cup in the air, toasting it with her new female friends as they all threw their heads back laughing without a care. I rolled my eyes. Girls were definitely a species I would never fucking understand.

"Later?" Miss Deep Throat leaned back to meet my eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Her pink lipstick was slightly smeared, and I could already feel the sticky gloss coat my neck with bitchass sparkles. "But Harry, I want you now."

"Give the lady what she wants," Louis chuckled, raising a brow at me.

The guys lounged on the couches in the same area as I, slurring their words--- or talking in "cursive" as Liam like to put it--- and drinking a variety of alcohol. This actually looked bad. Really bad. Fast cars and liquor definitely do not mix, but for a room full of idiots, we weren't that stupid or reckless--- especially after Regan. We all knew better than to drink and drive, but it seemed like one person didn't get the memo.

"Bye ladies! Text me and we can all hang out sometime," Kenzie stood at the bottom of the staircase with her head tilted upwards to face Danielle, Eleanor, and Zayn's new chick who all leaned over the railing, their hair creating a canopy around their faces.

"Okay! Later sexy lady!" Eleanor giggled.

"Right back at ya," Kenzie winked.

She pulled out a set of keys from her back pocket, twirling them on her finger as she sauntered towards The Warehouse opening where her car was parked. Kenzie walked with zeal in every step she took, her hips swaying from side to side, and a smirk plastered on her face. The amount of confidence that was packaged in that tiny body of her's was very noticeable, because as she passed, everyone moved out of her b-line pathway as if she were the Queen of England or Ellen DeGeneres.

As Kenzie passed me, her head turned in my direction. Her eyes drifted past the other bodies in between us and caught mine. With that same fucking, eye-raping intense look, she licked her lips, biting the bottom one before giving me a cheeky wink with a matching grin.

Holy shit. I think I just felt my dick twitch.

I quickly pushed off Miss Deep Throat who landed on the empty space of the leather couch I was sitting on. She gasped at me with her legs in the air, and I'm pretty sure she flashed a very happy Niall of her desperate pussy. I jumped off of the raised platform and ran towards Kenzie. I held out my arm directly in front of her chest, catching her in surprise as her body collided into my brandished arm.

"What the fuck Styles?" Kenzie pushed my arm out of her bubble.

"Where the hell do you think you're going Suarez?" I questioned.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm going home. I have to fit into a bridesmaids dress in the morning," she informed. She stepped to her left and continued her attempts to her car, but I followed her movements.

"Oh no you don't,"

"Oh, yes I do," Kenzie stepped to the right, and in the same fashion I mimicked her.

"You've been drinking Kenzie," I pointed out to her. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Thank you captain obvious," Kenzie sneered, "so what? I'm not drunk. I'm not even slightly buzzed. I'll be fine to drive. So if you don't mind…"

Kenzie pressed her hands on my chest and gave me a shove. I teetered backwards for a moment, but quickly regained balance. I sighed, scoffing at her spunk,

"You may not feel buzzed now, but your last drink will hit you on the road home. Stay here, drink water, and sober up." I pulled her body towards mine, letting my hand slide down to her lower back as I continued to persuade her, "I'll even keep you company, how does that sound Suarez?"

"I'd rather fuck a cactus,"

Ouch. Ego pinched.

Kenzie shoved me again, this time a little harder and I bumped into some random guy who ended up spilling his drink on some unsuspecting girl.

"Fine," I snarled. I dramatically bowed down, gesturing for the opening with my arms, "be my guest. Get into a fucking car accident if you wish."

Kenzie groaned and stomped pass me, clutching her keys with anger. I wasn't exactly done with her, and the bitterness of losing the race came back to me tenfold.

"You're just like your brother… Reckless Regan!" I shot out to her with no remorse. It was a dick move, I know. And trust me, I paid for it.

Kenzie stopped mid-walk, and all conversations within The Warehouse immediately ceased. All eyes drifted towards me, jaws were dropped, and I promise I heard someone gasp dramatically. Besides the heavy bass of the electric dance music bumping from the speakers, there was no other noise except for the squeaking of Kenzie's shoe on the shiny, polymer-finished floor as she slowly turned around. She hurled a death glare right into me, as if throwing daggers at my head. She trudged reluctantly towards me, and stopped at my feet. Her chest was almost pressed up against mine, and I could smell her fruity perfume.

When I looked down to meet her glare, I could see the Antoinette hiding behind the Kenzie. Past the dark red lipstick, the tattoos on her skin, the lip piercing, and the eye makeup, I could see the same dark brown eyes that used to gleam brightly so many years ago. Her facade was undoubtably sound, but the innocence and blithe I became familiar with in those polaroids I captured, was definitely still there.

"You're a fucking douche bag," Kenzie said through gritted teeth. She stepped backwards, turning on her heel. The tension calmed, but only for a moment because before I knew, Kenzie unexpectedly whipped her body around and sucker punched me right in my lip.

Fucker!

I fell into a surrounding pillar, holding onto my face. I could taste the salty blood on my tongue as I looked up. I searched for Miss Fight Club, and found her hastily walking out The Warehouse opening, unlocking her car with the clicker in her hand. The entire horde of people exploded into a cacophony of ruthless jeers and laughs. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed phones upon phones flashing in my direction and I instantly knew that I unfortunately was going to be the star on everyone's Instagram and Twitter feeds.

"Dude! You okay?" Liam held onto my shoulders, dipping his head to get a look at my face.

"She fucking got you," Zayn commented, pointing to my busted lip. "Need help mate?"

"I'm fine," I grumbled under my breath, pushing Liam away.

I shouted furiously, kicking the pillar before walking away from the uproarious crowd. I rubbed my hair in frustration, stomping in the direction of the opposing warehouse opening. The refreshing night air hit me, ebbing in my endeavors to cool down. Kenzie Suarez was only back in my life for less than three hours, and within that time she managed to show me up. Twice. Today was her lucky day, and I'd be damned if she continued to thwart my position as king, because if Miss Fight Club kept up with this routine, it'd be off with my head, and everyone would be hailing down to Queen Kenzie.

Notes

Hey everyone,

How are you all doing? Well I hope... Are you all on summer break yet? I am. I just completed my spring semester (and my first year of university). I'm back home with the parental units, and I'm glad to have my bed back, and my mommy's cooking. But between moving out of my dorm room, and family functions (my cousin just graduated from my same school), I haven't had much sleep! Anyway, I really hope you all enjoyed chapter 7... in which Harry is a dick haha. I had lots of fun writing this chapter. Please leave feedback if you have any, vote up, and subscribe as well. Thank you all for reading!

-Erica Jaine <3