“That’s because she probably threw it out back at the gas station! She was the last one by the car!”
Rebecca theatrically brings her fingers to her chest. “Me? I wouldn’t do such a thing.”
Bullshit. My focus is on Hannah, her hands formed into tight fists, her eyes shooting off daggers at Rebecca. She’s pissed as fuck, and I’m about to be the same.
Kipley tries to console his sister. “Listen, no need to blame anyone. It could have accidently fallen out while we had the back open. We can call Dad and have him bring one up tomorrow. For tonight, I’m sure we can figure something out—”
“She can sleep in my tent.” What. The. Fuck? Did that just come out of my mouth? Hannah’s head flies in my direction, her posture becoming rigid. Her almond eyes shine with shock as my offer sinks in. A heavy feeling settles into my stomach, realizing my mistake. What did I just do?
Rebecca’s audible gasp breaks our strange moment, her mouth dropping and practically crashing to the ground. “You have to be kidding me,” she whines, stomping her foot on the ground.
“That’s a great idea. Thanks, Levi,” Kip says, patting his sister on the shoulder. “No different than sleeping in our tent.”
Hannah’s still in shock. Rebecca reins in her tantrum and speaks up. “Wait, I mean, isn’t that weird? Can’t she, like, sleep in the Tahoe or something?”
“Levi and Hannah have known each other since we were kids. It’s like sleeping with her brother. They’ll be fine,” Kip says nonchalantly, brushing it off. He sees no problem with us sharing a tent while the red flags are flying all around me, bashing me in the goddamn face. Hannah must feel the same way, because she’s suddenly turning pale as shit.
“See, Han, it’ll be fine.” Kip walks past me, slapping me on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.” And he’s off with Stacey to set up their tent.
What the fuck did I just do?
I can’t figure out whether to aim my anger at Rebecca for being so conniving or Kip for thinking this is a good idea. Maybe I should be angry at Hannah for putting me in this position. For making me care. Because she should not be my problem. Then why the hell did I get myself involved? She would have been just fine sleeping in the Tahoe. Shit, she can have my tent, I’ll sleep in the fucking car. There’s no way I can sleep in the same small, cramped space as her. Not without tempting myself.
Have I mentioned what a horrible idea this trip was? I take another hefty swig of my beer. Sixth, to be exact, while I watch with narrowed eyes as Kip, Stacey, and Hannah all participate in what seems to be the funniest conversation ever.
I, on the other hand, am stuck on the other side of the fire, trapped by the one and only bitch stalker. When I originally sat down, I made it so Hannah would have a spot by me. But Hannah felt it necessary to create her own makeshift seat, nearly sitting on her damn brother’s lap. That left the seat wide open for yappy trap to get her sharp claws into me and talk my goddamn ear off. Hence the sixth beer.
I slam the rest of my beer and toss it into the fire along with another log. The flames ignite, sending a soft glow into the night. Hannah’s face appears a bit flushed, probably from the two beers she drank and all the laughing. I’ve done a great job tuning out Rebecca for the last hour or so, but that could be because I’m too focused on staring at Hannah and thinking about how I want to take her over my thigh and spank the shit out of her for fucking up the seating arrangements. If she would have just sat next to me, I wouldn’t have been forced to listen to this nonsense next to me. I imagine her small little body cradled over my knee, her summer dress hiked over her perky little ass. I picture my palm spanking her porcelain skin, each slap leaving my handprint on her flesh.
“Fuck,” I groan, swiping my hands down my face. Get ahold of yourself, Dent.
“Fuck is right. I mean, how can someone just pick the same color polish as me when I was totally about to grab it? I told that little high school brat to get her own color. Ugh.” I twist in my seat toward Rebecca, fighting the urge to knock her off her chair. The way she ogles me makes me want to push her into the fire. “You know, the way you’re looking at me, I would think you wanted to take a tour of my tent.”
I laugh, loud and boisterous, unable to hold back at how dumb this chick is. I lift my hand to correct her when I decide pissing her off is not in my best interest.