“Angie, I don’t think you should have done that.”
“Are you kidding me?” She gestured over her shoulder. “She took off and left him high and dry. She left when we were trying to talk to you about our concerns. She always just takes off and shows up with a new guy. It’s got to stop. I’m sick of it.”
She had a point, but it didn’t sit well with me. Not at all. In fact, after I had taken my third deep breath in a row, Jesse dragged me out of the booth and into a dark hallway. The music was muted slightly, but we were allowed a little privacy. A few people wandered past us, looking for their own boxes.
He pressed me against a wall and stepped close. I felt his breath on me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
I looked away, but he turned my face back to his. He was so close, agonizingly close. My heart started to thump louder and louder. Then he leaned even closer. His lips brushed against mine as he asked again, “What’s wrong?”
I started to shake my head. He stopped me.
“Alex.”
His lips were on mine now, lightly. But he held back. Desire was starting to build between my legs. It was throbbing down there and I wanted to pull him tight. My arms ached to grab him, but I kept them against the wall. I knew he was tormenting me for information. He had no intention of finishing what he had started. Not then, anyway.
“Alex.” His breath caressed my skin as he whispered my name. “What’s happening? I know something’s wrong. What is it?”
“Is that Jesse Hunt?” A female voice sounded from our right.
He went stiff and didn’t move for a second.
My hand skimmed up his side, to his arm. I was about to ask what was wrong, but he turned and clipped out, “Sabrina.”
A high-pitched laugh rang out as she drew closer. She was gorgeous: tall, willowy, with long bleached hair that curled around her waist. And she had striking cheekbones underneath green eyes that looked like something I would’ve seen in a supernatural movie. Glitter was dusted over her cheeks. It matched her make-up and the glitter in her hair as well. She swept a rail-thin hand in a graceful move over her chest before it fell to her side. She could’ve been a model. Dressed in a very thin white fabric that hung on her body, but also emphasized the lack of bra or underwear, I knew for certain she wasn’t from my kind of lifestyle.
“So you remember me?” she murmured in a husky voice as she drew even closer. Her eyes narrowed at our closeness, but she pinched her lips together in a faint pout. “And who is your friend?”
Jesse’s hand tucked me behind me as he stood in front, as if to act as a barrier. Then he asked, strained, “Are you here with my father?”
“Goodness, no.” Another high-pitched giggle peeled through the air. “Why would you assume something like that?”
“Because the last time I saw you, my dad’s c**k was six inches deep in you.”
Her laugh dropped to a husky tone again. “Oh. That.”
“Yes, that.”
“Who’s your friend, Jesse?”
“Why?” His hand kept me firmly behind him. He moved again as she looked around him. “So you can report back to my father who my dick has been six inches inside?”
“Has it?”
My eyes went wide at the sharp skepticism from her.
Then he delivered smoothly, “None of your business.”
“Hmmm. Something tells me your father will be very curious. He’s coming to your game tomorrow.”
Jesse straightened again, any part of me that hadn’t stiffened at the sight of her now snapped to attention at that threat. “Really?”
“And he’s having dinner with your coach right now, along with some high school’s friend’s dead parents.? No, that doesn’t make sense.”
He bit out a savage curse under his breath. “Get away from me. Now.”
“Jesse—”
“Now!” he barked before he took her shoulders and pushed her away. “I mean it. And tell my father I have no wish for his attendance at my game.”
“You don’t mean that—”
“I do! Leave.”
She hesitated again, but when he turned back to me, she didn’t linger long. As she left, a ragged breath left me. ‘Some high school friend’s dead parents…’ The old numb feeling came back as I realized who that meant. His coach and his father were having dinner with my parents. It was all about Jesse, all about Ethan, all about the two of them and their friendship. No one else mattered.
He cursed again before he cupped my face in his hands. “Alex, talk to me.”
And then I’d had enough. My parents had left me. The numbness was filled with a different emotion, one that I didn’t want to acknowledge. I didn’t want to feel. I didn’t know if I could contain it.
“Hey, guys,” Cord spoke up, apologetic.
Jesse cursed again, but looked up. “Yeah?”
He gestured behind him. “Uh, your girl showed up. Things aren’t going so well.”
“My girl?” Jesse was clueless.
Broken and Screwed (BS #1)
Tijan's books
- Dark Lycan (Carpathian)
- A Whole New Crowd
- BROKEN AND SCREWED(Broken_Part One)
- Fallen Crest High
- Fallen Crest Public
- Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy #1)
- Sustain
- Fallen Fourth Down (Fallen Crest #4)
- Mason (Fallen Crest High 0.5)
- Fallen Crest Family (Fallen Crest High #2)
- Fallen Crest Alternative Version (Fallen Crest High #2.1)
- Fallen Crest University (Fallen Crest High #5)