Why is he so god damn delicious?I wobbled slightly as I tried to stand still, and Bailey watched me with concern before addressing his brother.
"Whiskey? Really?" He rolled his eyes as he strode toward me. "I was gutted when you walked away. Then Ray found me and ripped me a new one because she couldn't find you. After that, I began to worry something bad had happened."
We walked further away from Ray and Reuben as I turned to face him.
"Something baddidhappen, you absolute prick."
He narrowed his eyes at my words.
"Yes, I'm a prick. I made a bet on a girl, and I fucking regret it. But I told Chase it was off; I paid him so he would leave it. I didn't want you to be a bet."
I glared at him.
"So when you kissed me—that was to try to get me to fall for your Fenton charms. Pick the geek, the ugly, sad girl with no life? Give her a makeover, make her look at least a tiny bit fuckable. Right?"
I was beyond angry. I stormed past him, and he groaned.
"No, I was genuinely trying to help you with the makeover shit. The kiss was real, though, trust me."
I whirled around to see his body glistening in the sun, his blue eyes boring into mine.
"Trust you?Not going to happen."
"I'm sorry, Annabelle." He used my name correctly for the first time, causing me to stop and look at him, searching his eyes and seeing nothing but honesty.
A few girls behind us called his name, and I turned to see two peroxide blondes dressed in skimpy bikinis.
Nothing ever changes.
"Looks like you are needed." I nodded my head to the girls, but he grabbed my arm.
"Stop grabbing me, Bailey! I'mnotyour property." I hissed, and he held his hands up, his eyes wide.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"
Tears pricked my eyes.
Damn this boy.
"God. This is horrendous. Do you know I actuallylikedyou? I was so naive." I turned away before I could say anything more damaging to my self-esteem. One of the girls ran up to Bailey, and I strode away, making my way to the bar. I needed some more whiskey. I asked Aurora to get me one, and she frowned before ordering one and handing it to me.
"Only one; I'm not having you making a scene." She smiled kindly, and I thanked her.
Girl power, huh?
"A whiskey drinker? Neat too. You are hardcore." The guy beside me smiled, and I grinned back as I sipped my drink. He was good-looking, not in a Fenton way, but hey, maybe I could try taking my mind off Bailey. I let the guy slip his arm around me as we walked away from the bar. He told me he went to college with Aurora and kept telling me how pretty I was. I suddenly felt brave, and when he leaned in to kiss me, I kissed him back.
This kissing malarkey is getting easier.
"Do you want to come back to mine?" He smiled, and I froze as a voice answered for me coldly.
"No, she doesn't. Fuck off."
Thirteen
Yet
"Whatisyour problem?" I hissed as Bailey glared at the guy beside me.
