Using me? Using me for what?Sex?I looked up at Mason. He looked so mad. Was he hiding something else from me?
"You're mad at me for what I did. But that's all he does," Patrick said. "He's the one you should be mad at. Not me. Don't you see that? He's the one that ruined us."
"How about you step back, man," Mason said.
"Make me." Patrick grabbed my wrist again. "Let me take you home."
"Don't touch me, Patrick." I pulled my arm away from him. "I'm not going anywhere with you. You can't blame what happened between us on Mason."
"Come on." Patrick grabbed my wrist again. "You have to trust me on this."
Mason shoved his chest. "She asked you not to touch her."
"Mason." I put my hand on his arm. I didn't want them to fight. God, this whole thing was ridiculous. People were starting to stare at us.
"What, like she's yours to touch?" Patrick said.
"Yeah. She is mine. So fuck off." Mason sounded so mad.
"You think that guys like him date girls like you?" Patrick laughed. "He doesn't even date. He's a womanizing asshole. Don't you see that?"
Girls like me?The only person that could make me feel worse about myself than I could was Patrick. His insults had always hurt me the most. I thought maybe it would be easier to hear now that I wasn't in love with him. But it still hurt. Lots of people were staring at us now. Mason had invited me to this extravagant thing. And Patrick was right. I didn't belong here. I was embarrassing Mason and myself.
I opened my mouth to say something, but there was nothing left to say. I just needed to get out of there. I turned around and ran toward the exit.
