She does that whole moving her head with each word thing, and I want to laugh in her face. She couldn’t hold a candle to me. Yeah, she’s pretty and she could pr
obably outrun me, but I know I can kick her ass.
“You’re right, so I have no clue what you are talking about,” I say, which makes no damn sense because we both know I am glaring at her.
She takes a step toward me and I’m not sure what she plans on doing, but then Jayden is there, putting his body between us. “Ladies? That’s enough.
“Well, tell your friend to stop looking at me like she’s gonna kick my ass for talking to you,” she yells, which gets the attention of everyone. “I thought you said you weren’t fucking her.”
“I’m not. That’s enough, back up,” he says sternly, his arm holding her back, while Jace flanks my other side.
“I’ll look at you any way I want, bitch,” I yell back, which really doesn’t do any good here.
Damn alcohol.
“Attagirl, Moore, tell her,” McMinn yells.
“Bet you won’t hit her!” Archer yells, and I swear, I’m surrounded by idiots.
“Whoa, whoa,” Jayden says, holding his hand up. “Shut the hell up, guys.”
“Whatever, you’re just jealous ’cause he won’t fuck you, and he will fuck me,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me. “Why would he want anyone like you when he can have me? Again and again.”
“Skylar, come on,” Jayden pleads as Jace laughs.
“I mean, if he wants a slut, then he’s going to the right place,” I yell, and Jayden’s eyes go wide as Jace and Markus start to hop up and down behind me.
I really need to stop drinking... Eh, okay, I’m lying, I’d say that to her sober.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Jayden says before turning me around and pushing me out of the kitchen.
“Wow, really childish, bitch. Enjoy my sloppy seconds,” she yells at me, and I laugh.
“Ho, please, every guy on this team is your sloppy seconds,” I yell back as he’s propelling me down the stairs and into my room. As he slams the door behind us, I turn, crossing my arms and ask, “What the hell are you doing?”
“What am I doing? Trying to save you from making an ass out of yourself!”
“I’ll do whatever the hell I want! If I want to fight that bitch, I will. If I want to go upstairs and hump some dude, I will, because apparently you aren’t fucking me.”
Looking at me with disbelief on his face, he yells back, “Aren’t you the one who has been telling me to keep it a secret? I’m doing what you fucking want!”
“True, but you don’t have to try to fuck other people while you’re with me.”
“What!” he yells, his voice bellowing through my room.
“Markus even said something, that you were too close for comfort with that ho. If you want her, be my guest, but know we are done.”
“For fuck’s sake, Baylor, I don’t want anyone but you. I’ve told you this. Trust me, we were just talking about Claire and Jude’s wedding.”
“I saw her touching you, and you weren’t trying to back away from her hand when she was doing it.”
Taking a step toward me, he holds his hands out. “Because fucking McCarthy and Smith were giving me shit for being with you. It was innocent flirting—on her end, none on mine—to ensure that our secret was safe. I figured that you know that you are it for me, and so I didn’t think you’d get jealous. Boy, was I fucking wrong. I’m pretty sure everyone knows we are together now.”
Glaring at him, I shake my head. “Whatever, you want her.”
Giving me a disgusted look, he sneers, “You’re delusional, Bay. I want you and that’s it.”
“Sure, whatever,” I say, waving him off. “Get out.”