against it. I prop one of my hands against the rough bark and am about to take a swallow of my beer when I remember how inebriated Cal is. Lowering the beer, I sigh. I could’ve really used it to take the edge off. After I set it on the ground I glance at Selena, and she bats her eyelashes at me. Then again, maybe I don’t need alcohol tonight.
When her eyes meet mine, she smiles, and I know it’s an invitation. I don’t think I even needed one. The chick’s been sending me signals from the minute we started talking. However, I can’t shut off the manners my mom’s taught me over the years. Lowering my head, I angle my face toward hers. She holds her beer near her waist and raises her chin. Our lips almost touch when I see Emmy. She’s walking in my direction holding Josh’s hand. Ashley saunters beside her, her gaze bouncing around as if she’s looking for someone. Which I’m sure she is. Probably looking for her latest victim. Josh peers over at Emmy and says something that makes her giggle. And it’s all I can take. Closing my eyes, I press my lips to Selena’s.
As she kisses me back, I do my best to lose myself in her so I can forget about the one girl I can’t stop thinking about. The one girl I can’t have.
The only girl I really want.
EMMY
The last thing I want to see when I show up to the party is Christian making out with some other girl. But that is literally the first thing I see. And not only is he kissing her, but he has her pinned up against a tree as if he wants to do much more than that. My gaze jumps to his hands in her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, and my stomach sours. The bill of his baseball cap is pressing into her forehead, and I wonder if it hurts. Not the kiss. The bill of the cap on her forehead. I don’t have to guess what the kiss feels like. I know exactly what it’s like to kiss Christian, to have his fingers in my hair, to feel his palm against my cheek.
Man, why am I thinking about this at all?
“Helloooo, Emmy.” Ashley waves her hand in front of my face.
“Oh, sorry.” I blink as if coming out of a daze.
“What’s going on with you?” Ashley’s eyebrows knit together. “Josh was asking if you wanted a drink and you were just totally spacing out.”
Josh stares at me wearing a pensive look. Then he peers over in Christian’s direction (who is still kissing that random girl) before returning his attention back to me. My insides churn.
“Sorry. Sometimes I just zone out. You know me.” I force a giggle, and Ashley joins in. I’m not stupid, but every once in awhile it behooves me to play the dumb blond. Besides, Ashley likes it. She hates when I get all “brainy” as she calls it. Really she’s referring to me being rational or mature, but whatever. “No, I’m not drinking, remember? I drove. Go ahead and get one for yourselves though.”
“You sure?” Ashley asks, but Josh is already making a beeline for the keg.
“Yeah.” I’m surprised she’s even pushing this. I never drink. It’s one of the main reasons I always offer to drive. Well, that and the fact that I like knowing I can leave when I want. Thank god Dad’s mechanic was able to fix my car fast. If I hadn’t gotten it back today I might not have even come to this party. Ashley never lets me drive her car, but she also never refrains from drinking, so having her as designated driver is pointless.
“Cool. Thanks,” she says.
When she heads over to the keg, I spot Josh chatting with Chase and Nolan, already chugging from a red Solo cup. I know I should join him, but the idea of it exhausts me. Without meaning to, I find my gaze slipping back to the tree I’d seen Christian under. He’s still going at it with the dark-haired girl, and I feel sick. Maybe I shouldn’t have offered to be the DD. I could really use a drink tonight. Watching Christian stick his tongue down another girl’s throat makes me want to get so drunk I can’t think straight. But I know
When her eyes meet mine, she smiles, and I know it’s an invitation. I don’t think I even needed one. The chick’s been sending me signals from the minute we started talking. However, I can’t shut off the manners my mom’s taught me over the years. Lowering my head, I angle my face toward hers. She holds her beer near her waist and raises her chin. Our lips almost touch when I see Emmy. She’s walking in my direction holding Josh’s hand. Ashley saunters beside her, her gaze bouncing around as if she’s looking for someone. Which I’m sure she is. Probably looking for her latest victim. Josh peers over at Emmy and says something that makes her giggle. And it’s all I can take. Closing my eyes, I press my lips to Selena’s.
As she kisses me back, I do my best to lose myself in her so I can forget about the one girl I can’t stop thinking about. The one girl I can’t have.
The only girl I really want.
EMMY
The last thing I want to see when I show up to the party is Christian making out with some other girl. But that is literally the first thing I see. And not only is he kissing her, but he has her pinned up against a tree as if he wants to do much more than that. My gaze jumps to his hands in her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, and my stomach sours. The bill of his baseball cap is pressing into her forehead, and I wonder if it hurts. Not the kiss. The bill of the cap on her forehead. I don’t have to guess what the kiss feels like. I know exactly what it’s like to kiss Christian, to have his fingers in my hair, to feel his palm against my cheek.
Man, why am I thinking about this at all?
“Helloooo, Emmy.” Ashley waves her hand in front of my face.
“Oh, sorry.” I blink as if coming out of a daze.
“What’s going on with you?” Ashley’s eyebrows knit together. “Josh was asking if you wanted a drink and you were just totally spacing out.”
Josh stares at me wearing a pensive look. Then he peers over in Christian’s direction (who is still kissing that random girl) before returning his attention back to me. My insides churn.
“Sorry. Sometimes I just zone out. You know me.” I force a giggle, and Ashley joins in. I’m not stupid, but every once in awhile it behooves me to play the dumb blond. Besides, Ashley likes it. She hates when I get all “brainy” as she calls it. Really she’s referring to me being rational or mature, but whatever. “No, I’m not drinking, remember? I drove. Go ahead and get one for yourselves though.”
“You sure?” Ashley asks, but Josh is already making a beeline for the keg.
“Yeah.” I’m surprised she’s even pushing this. I never drink. It’s one of the main reasons I always offer to drive. Well, that and the fact that I like knowing I can leave when I want. Thank god Dad’s mechanic was able to fix my car fast. If I hadn’t gotten it back today I might not have even come to this party. Ashley never lets me drive her car, but she also never refrains from drinking, so having her as designated driver is pointless.
“Cool. Thanks,” she says.
When she heads over to the keg, I spot Josh chatting with Chase and Nolan, already chugging from a red Solo cup. I know I should join him, but the idea of it exhausts me. Without meaning to, I find my gaze slipping back to the tree I’d seen Christian under. He’s still going at it with the dark-haired girl, and I feel sick. Maybe I shouldn’t have offered to be the DD. I could really use a drink tonight. Watching Christian stick his tongue down another girl’s throat makes me want to get so drunk I can’t think straight. But I know
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