“Really, Demetri?” Alec’s hand gripped my shoulder so tight I almost winced. “Begging isn’t your style.”
I forced a smile. “Sorry Nat. He’s right. I don’t beg. I don’t usually have to, but you make me want to.” I licked my lips. Her eyes darted to my mouth. That’s right. Focus on the lips, little girl.
“Run along,” Alec encouraged. His eyes basically threatening me within an inch of my life. Fine. I’d go. He could play the hero all freaking day but in the end? She’d be mine. Because the last thing he took and played with — he killed, and he and I both knew it was time for me to be happy.
Alec could go to hell for all I cared.
With one last smile, I turned on my heel and walked away almost colliding with another guy who’d been talking to Nat earlier.
“Sorry man.” I sidestepped him then grabbed him by the arm. “Hey, you know that girl?”
“Nat?” The guy shrugged. “Sure. Why?”
“Does she work somewhere?”
“Why? Are you going to stalk her?”
I smirked. “My man, do I look like I need to stalk girls in order to get a piece?”
“No.” He laughed. “Hell no.”
“Right. So her job?”
“Seaside Taffy,” He answered quickly, “I work there with her.”
“And Seaside Taffy is??”
He rolled his eyes, “Downtown, you can’t miss it, there’s only one main street.”
“Damn I hate this place.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, well, welcome to the club rockstar.”
I waited exactly ten minutes before calling my brother’s phone — the same phone Nat had in her pocket.
“Hello?” She croaked on the other end.
Ah, my heart picked up speed. Her voice was so sweet so innocent. I could do with that — innocence. “Naughty girl stole my brother’s cell phone.”
“Hey, Demetri.”
“Hey, yourself.”
A few seconds of silence went by. “Is there something you need?”
Sex. You. Redemption. Drugs. Really there were so many choices at that moment it was hard to decide. “That depends.”
“On?”
“If you’re offering to help me with my… needs.” If she didn’t catch on to that innuendo then there was no hope for her and I was going to have to step up my game.
“You’re disgusting.” I could feel her scowl.
I tried to hold back my laughter. “Aw, thanks sweetheart.”
“Look.” Her voice shook, “I didn’t mean to take Alec’s phone is there a place I can drop it off or something?”
And ruin all my plans? “Why don’t you just keep it until tomorrow? We’ll see you at school and make the swap?”
“He’s going to know his phone’s missing, besides he has mine.”
Yeah he did, only big brother was losing his touch. When we’d gotten home he’d set the phone on the counter and allowed me the opportunity to hack into it.
“I know.” I sighed, “I’ve already hacked into it. High School Musical, Nat. Really?”
She groaned. “It’s good running music.”
“So is the entire Hannah Montana Soundtrack — doesn’t mean you put it on your playlist, Nat.”
“Wait, how do you know that?”
“That’s beside the point. We’re talking about you now.”
“Did you need anything else?” she snapped.
You. “Are you offering”
“Bye Demetri.”
The conversation ended.
Shocked, I stared at the phone.
“What?” Alec came downstairs and pointed to the phone. “Something wrong?”
I stared at the phone. Surely she was going to call me back? Right? That wasn’t on purpose? “I think I got hung up on.”
“Ouch.” Alec winced. “How’d it feel?”
“How’d what feel?” I set the phone down and crossed my arms. Any minute. Any minute now. Why wasn’t it ringing?
“Rejection.”
“She didn’t reject me,” I said defensively. “She probably just lost cell service.”
“Rright.” Alec laughed, “Whatever you say. Oh and PS we have therapy tonight so… don’t be late, and try not to… show up high.”
I rolled my eyes. “Please.”
“I’m serious Demetri.”
“So am I!” I roared, “I can go a night without lighting up.”
Alec’s face fell. “And you know this how? Have you even tried?”
I was officially done with this conversation. “I know my limits.”
“If you knew your limits I wouldn’t have found you face down on the bathroom floor of our hotel room last week surrounded by puke, but sure, yeah, you know your limits, right?” He slammed his fist onto the table and swore.
“That was one time.”
“I don’t care!” he yelled. “It’s never happening again. We aren’t doing this Demetri. I can’t — lose you.”
Snorting I pushed past him. “Funny, shouldn’t you have thought of that before you slept with my girlfriend and got her pregnant?”
“Dem—”
“No. You’re so right. Maybe I’m losing control, losing my shit, but whose fault is that? You broke my damn heart and you expect me to listen to the shit that comes out of your mouth? Your delusional.”