are here, but they stayed behind. I look around and give her some descriptions of what I’m close to, hoping she’ll have some idea of where to find me. Five minutes later, I see her making her way towards me. She’s dressed in dark jeans, ankle boots, and a plum-colored camisole. Her hair is down and loosely curled. She looks fierce and confident as she struts over the grass like it’s a damn runway. Only Raven would find it practical to wear an outfit like that to an event like this—specifically the heels.
“I need a drink,” she professes.
“Rough night at the restaurant?”
“ Very, ” she stresses.
“Should we make it a double?”
“No. I’m driving tonight,” she reminds me.
“Oh, right. Good call.”
Raven’s rule is one drink only on the nights she’s driving. Because she’s a pretty cautious person by nature, she doesn’t usually push it. As someone who lost their dad to a drunk driver, I appreciate that.
“Let’s stop by the bathrooms on the way.”
“Broke the seal did you?” she asks, her eyes glittering with humor.
I nod and she laughs.
I’m cutting myself off. After five, I start getting sloppy and obnoxious. Nobody likes a hot mess. That’s the last impression I want to make on Chase, or anyone else for that matter. I grab Raven’s hand and we begin our hunt for Eric and Chase. They’re much harder to find this time. I try to weave us around the crowd to avoid colliding with other people. Raven’s yelling something but I can’t hear her over the music. Once we reach a less crowded spot, we stop and scan.
“I don’t see them anywhere!” I yell in her ear.
“Me neither!” she yells back.
It doesn’t help that I’m short and can’t see over anyone in front of me. Suddenly, Raven tugs on my arm. I look back and she points off to the side. Chase and Eric are both standing a few feet away from us with two girls hanging around them.
My fists clench up, and I immediately go into defensive, ass-kicking mode. The girl with Chase has long black hair and beautiful dark skin. She’s dressed in a pair of cowgirl boots, an obscenely short skirt, and a blue halter top that doesn’t quite cover her mid-drift. She’s gorgeous and I immediately hate her for that. I watch her boldly reach out and brush her fingers along Chase’s upper arm, smiling sweetly at him. She’s flirting—heavily. He isn’t touching her in return, but he’s not stopping her either.
Bad move, Chase.
My blood boils.
“What the fuck is she doing?” Raven yells.
I turn back around to see her seething. Raven hardly ever swears and she just dropped the one word I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say out loud before. Knowing that she’s pissed in my honor makes me love her all the more. I really do have the best friends.
“Seriously, why is he even entertaining the thought of her? He’s supposed to be with me. Clueless idiot!” she shouts.
Damn straight.
Wait….
What?!
I follow her line of vision. Then it hits me. Raven’s not angry on my behalf; she’s jealous of this woman flirting with Eric.
Raven has feelings for Eric?
The thought is blowing my mind. How did I not see this coming? Has something gone down between the two of them that I don’t know about? I’ve been so wrapped up in Chase lately, that I missed something that was so close in front of me; it could reach out and bitch slap me.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Rave, tell me what’s going on,” I demand.
She tears her gaze away from Eric and I catch a glimpse of hurt flash across her eyes. It happened so fast, that if I hadn’t been studying her reaction, I would’ve missed it. She straightens up and quickly composes herself, concealing her anger and hurt.
“Later,” she mouths.
I drop my arms and let that pacify me for now, but come later tonight, I was getting some answers. Raven flips her hair behind her shoulder and tugs down on the hem of her cami. She’s not messing around anymore. She
“I need a drink,” she professes.
“Rough night at the restaurant?”
“ Very, ” she stresses.
“Should we make it a double?”
“No. I’m driving tonight,” she reminds me.
“Oh, right. Good call.”
Raven’s rule is one drink only on the nights she’s driving. Because she’s a pretty cautious person by nature, she doesn’t usually push it. As someone who lost their dad to a drunk driver, I appreciate that.
“Let’s stop by the bathrooms on the way.”
“Broke the seal did you?” she asks, her eyes glittering with humor.
I nod and she laughs.
I’m cutting myself off. After five, I start getting sloppy and obnoxious. Nobody likes a hot mess. That’s the last impression I want to make on Chase, or anyone else for that matter. I grab Raven’s hand and we begin our hunt for Eric and Chase. They’re much harder to find this time. I try to weave us around the crowd to avoid colliding with other people. Raven’s yelling something but I can’t hear her over the music. Once we reach a less crowded spot, we stop and scan.
“I don’t see them anywhere!” I yell in her ear.
“Me neither!” she yells back.
It doesn’t help that I’m short and can’t see over anyone in front of me. Suddenly, Raven tugs on my arm. I look back and she points off to the side. Chase and Eric are both standing a few feet away from us with two girls hanging around them.
My fists clench up, and I immediately go into defensive, ass-kicking mode. The girl with Chase has long black hair and beautiful dark skin. She’s dressed in a pair of cowgirl boots, an obscenely short skirt, and a blue halter top that doesn’t quite cover her mid-drift. She’s gorgeous and I immediately hate her for that. I watch her boldly reach out and brush her fingers along Chase’s upper arm, smiling sweetly at him. She’s flirting—heavily. He isn’t touching her in return, but he’s not stopping her either.
Bad move, Chase.
My blood boils.
“What the fuck is she doing?” Raven yells.
I turn back around to see her seething. Raven hardly ever swears and she just dropped the one word I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say out loud before. Knowing that she’s pissed in my honor makes me love her all the more. I really do have the best friends.
“Seriously, why is he even entertaining the thought of her? He’s supposed to be with me. Clueless idiot!” she shouts.
Damn straight.
Wait….
What?!
I follow her line of vision. Then it hits me. Raven’s not angry on my behalf; she’s jealous of this woman flirting with Eric.
Raven has feelings for Eric?
The thought is blowing my mind. How did I not see this coming? Has something gone down between the two of them that I don’t know about? I’ve been so wrapped up in Chase lately, that I missed something that was so close in front of me; it could reach out and bitch slap me.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Rave, tell me what’s going on,” I demand.
She tears her gaze away from Eric and I catch a glimpse of hurt flash across her eyes. It happened so fast, that if I hadn’t been studying her reaction, I would’ve missed it. She straightens up and quickly composes herself, concealing her anger and hurt.
“Later,” she mouths.
I drop my arms and let that pacify me for now, but come later tonight, I was getting some answers. Raven flips her hair behind her shoulder and tugs down on the hem of her cami. She’s not messing around anymore. She
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