The waitress.
It was beyond my understanding whyanyonewould want to fuck me over that badly by photographing me with some girl. I watched Annabelle walk away, her head down, her posture deflated. I knew she would be crying, and I was infuriated.
With myself, and whoever had played James Bond.
I didn't expect to feel as strongly as I did for Annabelle; I really didn't. I kissed her that night as a genuine favor to help the girl, then boom. I nearly dropped to my knees and asked her to marry me. It terrified me. So when I dropped her home, I called the waitress. She was nothing special, except I knew she would drop her panties for me so easily I thought I could fuck the attraction I felt to Annabelle out of my system, but boy was I proved wrong.
"Hey, handsome."
I stiffened at the scratchy voice I had once known too intimately. Her fingers touched my neck as I instinctively moved away, turning to stare at her with distaste. Elena and I had hooked up many times, as it was easy, and I suppose it made sense. Hot cheerleader, football player, you know the drill. She had always irritated me with her neediness, but I had managed just to keep her at arm's length, justifying my lack of commitment by the fact that I just didn't do that.
Then Annabelle came along, and it all changed.
"Everything ok with you guys?"
Elena looked at me with wide innocent eyes as she looked at Annabelle. "She just seemed upset." She frowned in mock confusion as I gazed at her in disbelief.
"Like you give a shit." I spat angrily.
She opened her mouth and tilted her head to the side, her stare hardening as she stepped closer to me, her sickly sweet perfume invading my oxygen.
"No, you're right. I don't. It just doesn't seem to be working out well, does it? First, you made a bet on her; then you fucked someone else..." She trailed off as her mouth twisted in a wicked grin. "I'm sure she will forgive you, Bailey. It's not like she's got any better offers." Her eyes trailed down my chest, her eyes drinking me in greedily.
I stared at her angrily, stepping closer to her as her eyes darted around the silent corridor. I leaned in close and heard her breath catch as I whispered into her ear.
"If I find out you have had anything to do with this, I will be the one ruiningyou."
I moved away slowly, satisfied with the fear in her eyes as I walked toward my class.
She was going to fucking pay.
Twenty-Two
His
Ipoked at my tuna sandwich with zero interest as Ray studied me quietly. The cafeteria was surprisingly empty, most of the students choosing to eat at the diner Bailey had taken me to not long ago.
Bailey.
My heart hurt even thinking of his name as I let out a deep sigh.
“So itwashim?” Ray asked, her voice sad.
I nodded slowly as I tried not to remember the photos of him with his arms aroundherslender waist, her mouth on his as she kissed him greedily. I remembered how she had gazed at him with animalistic desire when we sat at the table, and I also noticed how he ignored her, paying attention only to me.
How had I been so stupid?
“You have literally just got back together, Anna...Why don’t you hear him out?”
I gawped at Ray as she shrugged nonchalantly.
“What? Why aren’t you telling me to ditch him? Hasn’t he just proved you right?”
Her warm brown eyes met mine as she sighed, resting her head in her hands.
“He’s always been that way; we knew that. But then he did break Axel’s nose for insulting you,” she smirked, and I rolled my eyes, knowing how much she had loved that story.
“Then he fucked the waitress from our first date.” I pointed out bitterly as she groaned.