Talk about awkward.
By the end of the night, my knee was twitching and my jaw was so tight, I could feel a massive ache in the back of my head. Ty shot me a questioning glare as they all stood up to leave and go home for the night, and I remained in my seat. I wasn’t leaving. No way in hell. Della was still here, and judging by her wobbling legs and the way her body was moving on the dance floor, she was hammered. I wasn’t going anywhere. I stood up, tugging gently on Blaire’s elbow in order to talk to her away from Ty and Emily. Ty glared at me, probably knowing exactly what I was doing, since I was pretty sure he’d spotted Della earlier. It would be kind of hard not to, since I had been staring at her all night.
“Look, Blaire. You’re a really nice girl, but I don’t think things are going to work out.”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times, and then her eyes narrowed at me. I could tell she was pissed. I was pissed at myself for being such an asshole about the whole situation, but I couldn’t help it.
She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, straightening her shoulders as she put on what I could only describe as her lawyer face—cold and stern, with a hint of bitchiness. I had only seen it one other time when the topic of politics came up. I told her I didn’t give two shits about the subject, and she went off.
“Don’t try to give me that ‘you’re a really nice girl’ bullshit. Are you really trying to do this to me? You should feel lucky that I’ve stooped so low as dating someone like you.”
I took a step back, which only caused her to move closer to me, jabbing her finger into my chest. “You’re an asshole, Justin Parker. I know your kind. You move on from one girl to the next, getting rid of each one when they start to get boring. Well, I’m anything but boring. You’re really missing out on this.” Her chest heaved as she pointed to herself and I glanced over at Ty, who just threw his hands up in the air, and then turned the other way. What in the hell was I supposed to say to that? I definitely wasn’t expecting that to come out of this tiny woman, but I couldn’t let myself care.
“Whatever.” I shrugged one shoulder, and stared out at the sea of dancers. “Have a nice night then.”
I left her standing there, stewing, and headed in the direction of the dance floor. Luckily, Della was still out there. Mia beamed brightly at me when I walked up, pulling on Callie and Zoey’s hands. They each gave her a puzzled look before spotting me over Della’s head, and then willingly went along. Finally, I had my girl right where I wanted her.
I COULDN’T REMEMBER the last time I drank so much. Actually, I don’t think I ever had. Starting with the shots back at home, whatever that was in the limo, and then all of the fruity drinks I was getting from the bar, I was almost positive I would have liver failure by the time morning came.
But I was having fun.
Mia definitely knew how to party; she had plenty of practice lately. Callie and Zoey seemed to be having fun, too. “Is that Drew?” I elbowed Callie, and she grinned lazily at the glaring white screen of her phone. I don’t know why I even asked. I took a sip of my drink, licking the sweetness from my lips before setting it back down.
“Yeah.” She grinned before tucking her phone back into her clutch. “Just checking in with him. He was a little shocked when I told him I was going out with Mia. And a teensy bit worried, I think. C’mon let’s go dance some more.” She tugged on my hand, and we joined Mia and Zoey who decided not to take a break.
I have no idea how long we were actually out there, only stopping occasionally to rehydrate. We were all actually having a good time together, and Mia hadn’t started with any of her catty remarks, so that was always a good thing.
I felt a pair of hands land on my hips from behind, and I rolled my eyes. I loved how guys thought they were just allowed to come up and dance with you without even asking. It hadn’t happened too many times tonight, probably because all four of us stuck together, but it sure was irritating when it did. I moved my hands upwards and shoved at the set that was on my waist. “Thanks for asking, but no.”
The hands stayed exactly where they were, and I groaned. Great. I looked up, my brows twisting with confusion when I saw Mia, Callie, and Zoey all heading back toward our table, leaving me stranded. Gee, thanks, guys. I’ll remember this. The hands wrapped around my waist, and I squirmed in place. I felt lips brush against my ear. “I’m not taking no for an answer, princess.”