“Get out of my face,” I warn.
“What are you going to do? Nothing.” She squeezes my face and I grip her wrist.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
“That’s not what you said a few weeks ago.”
“Things change.” I shove her away.
Jackie starts laughing till she cries. “Wow. You’re already in love with her.”
I grab the bottle I was drinking from and throw it at the wall next to her head. “Stay away from me and stay away from Liri.”
“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. That’s the thing about us crazy bitches, you never know when we might snap.” She laughs again and rushes up the steps of the basement.
I lay my head back and stare at the broken shards of glass as they glitter under the black lights. If Jackie thinks I feel bad because she went and got herself in a bad situation, she’s wrong. I gave her the money to take care of her problem. She’s nothing but a slut who gives it up to anyone who is there at the moment to give her some attention. If Ben was smart, he would stay the fuck away from her. Woodrow wised up. She’s all the time trying to get me to fuck her. I slept with her once and she gave me head twice. But you’d think by her account that we dated and fucked like rabbits. The bitch is obsessed with me.
And I am fucking obsessed with Liri fucking Hart and her stupid god damn tights.
I keep remembering how damn sexy she looked in the shower early this morning in nothing but her bra and panties. Even covered in puke she was gorgeous. Her nipples were poking through her bra and her nails dug into my back as she held an arm around my waist for support. I can still feel the scratches as if they were fresh on my skin. I can still feel her slick body pressing into mine.
There must be something seriously wrong with me.
Liri Hart is the devil incarnate.
Hayley and Liam come down the stairs. They are so perfect together it makes me want to puke. They make me sick too. Always touching and kissing like they can’t live without the other.
If Liam wasn’t with Hayley, I never would have met Liri.
She fucking puked all in my bed. I cleaned her up and tucked her into my bed with clean sheets.
“I washed her hair.”
“You did what?” Hayley says as her and Liam take up the loveseat.
“I washed Liri’s fucking hair. I must be sick.”
“I think you’re in love.” Liam chuckles and I flip him off.
He’s got it all wrong. I am in serious hate with that girl.
Love is just another four-letter word. It holds no meaning. No more than the word fuck.
Chapter 19
Liri
Hayley took my car to go spend the night with Liam. I wanted to be a chicken and beg her to stay with me while Hunter came over to talk, but I know I need to suck it up and tell him. I’m not ready to date a guy like him. I’ve been running lines in my head all evening, going over what I will say to him. I have our conversation perfected in my head, but I know nothing ever goes to plan. I don’t want to hurt him. He’s a nice guy, and I know I should stick with him, but I can’t. He doesn’t make me feel the way that Killian does. That boy is in my heart and in my head.
I hear the knob rattle then the door opens, and I figure it must be Hayley. She probably forgot her birth control pills or something. “What did you forget?”
I look up and it’s not Hayley it’s Killian.
There’s a bandage wrapped around his knuckles that is stained with old blood from earlier today. His eyes are glossy, and my pulse is drumming in my ears. I smell his cologne and my body hums with awareness of him.
We stare each other down in a tense silence. Neither of us not wanting nor willing to make the first move.
I break first. “What are you doing here?”