Will
I think this girl is going to kill me. Don’t know how, don’t know when, but she will.
It might be the thought of her going to prom with Luke fucking Jenson that does it. Having to pretend like we’re strangers when all I want to do is spend every waking moment with her. Or…
It might be seeing her in that dress.
Because hot damn.
The party is ear-splitting, jam-packed. How to find it? Just follow the smell of regrets and drunken mistakes. I haven’t been able to peel my eyes off Kass since we got here twenty minutes ago. The worst part? She knows it. She wants me to be looking at her. She wants me to stare.
To suffer.
And it’s working.
She put on the tightest fucking dress she owns. One that makes my dick twitch every time she moves. I tried, but I can’t help watching her ass bounce as she walks around the party. I can’t stop fantasizing about wrapping my fist around that blonde hair and showing her she’s mine. Not Luke’s. Not any of the drunk bastards ogling her.
Mine.
We didn’t speak again after she ripped me a new one. And while I know she most likely said that last part to piss me off, I’m scared it comes from a place of truth.
I assess her from across the room. Track her every move as she leans against the pool table, laughing and chatting with Winter. Oh, and there’s some brunette whose face I can’t see from here. I remember Alex saying he was inviting the girl he’s been seeing.
Mia, I think?
“Is that Alex’s girlfriend?” I
ask Kendrick, who’s got a barely conscious, busty ginger on his arm. She’s been “whispering” the dirtiest, cringiest things in his ear for ten minutes straight. I say “whispering” because the poor girl is way too hammered to be discreet. Now the whole party knows she can deep-throat.
I’ve never actually met Alex’s girlfriend before. Heard a lot about her though.
“Talking to you, asshole.” I elbow him.
“Fuck off, I’m busy,” Kendrick growls, hooking a finger into the ginger’s deep V neck as if to take a peek inside. She smacks his hand away with a giggle.
I don’t give a shit. “Is that Alex’s girlfriend? The one in the pink shirt?”
Irritated, he checks. “Yeah, it’s her.”
“How do you know?”
Why does she look so familiar?
Sure, the back of her head looks familiar, Will.
“Saw her and Alex come in together earlier. Now shut up.”
I never thought I’d be jealous of Haze Adams one day. But when he pops up by Winter’s side, surprising her by looping his arms around her waist from behind, I’m so fucking envious I could go apeshit. I want to do that to Kass. I want to be able to hold her in public and not give a damn who’s watching. Kendrick got over them being together, and he hates Haze’s guts. How is me dating his sister any different than his enemy dating his cousin?
Flustered, Winter frees herself from his embrace. Then Haze says something that makes Winter choke. She literally chokes on her drink. Soon after she’s done coughing, she excuses herself, dragging Haze’s drunk ass into an isolated corner to talk.
Alex and Ryder are back with drinks for Kass and Mia a few minutes later. Eventually, Winter rejoins their small circle, minus Haze. Nothing happens for a solid five minutes.
Until I see him.
Luke.
Staring at Kass. Fine, drooling over Kass. Guess I’m not the only one who noticed that dress. Greg, Luke’s dumbass friend, tells him something I know is about her. I can’t hear squat, but I’d bet a hundred bucks it runs along the lines of “Are you going to hit that?” and Luke flashes a cocky smile.