stared intently for a few moments then grabbed me again. “Iz, you’re drunk. I think you need to lie down until it wears off. Let me take you to your room.”
I scowled at his words. “Why do you care?” I screamed in his ear, pulling myself out of his hold. I staggered back over to Elijah and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the kitchen. “Let’s do some shots,” I shouted extra loud so Joel could hear.
I was enjoying pissing him off.
He deserved it.
We pushed our way through the crowd congregating in the kitchen. My eyes lit up the moment they fell on the bottle of tequila. I was totally over vodka. Tequila was now my new best friend.
The first few shots were hard going. I scrunched my eyes tight each time, dealing with the after burn, my throat was on fire.
The chuckling in the distance grabbed my attention, and I popped open an eye to see a really cute guy standing there. He was watching me with great amusement as he slowly sipped on a beer.
His smile was enough to coax me over, the tequila giving me the extra confidence I needed. I had no inhibitions. I was finally free and loving every minute of it.
“Hey, you’re certainly hitting the tequila hard.” He motioned to the bottle I was clutching tight in my hand.
“Well, it is a party.” I lifted up the bottle, jiggling it at him, and then I poured another shot. I sloshed some onto the counter. My hand eye coordination had definitely gone out the window.
“True, I’m Rob, by the way.” He looked at me a little too intently, and I flushed a little. I wasn’t too drunk to notice his eyes slowly trailing down my body.
Ugh, pervert.
“Izzy.” I faked a smile. “Do you fancy taking a shot, Rob?” I asked, holding up a glass, using my powers of persuasion on him.
“Yeah, why not, with a beautiful smile like that who could refuse,” he replied winking. He finished his beer, placing the bottle down on the counter.
I smiled awkwardly, filling his glass up to the top. We clinked our glasses, downing them both together.
“So you’re Mike’s sister? I’ve never seen you before, ’cause believe me I would have definitely come over.” He licked his lips as his eyes flicked down to my chest before returning up to my face.
Creep.
“Do you know Mike?” I asked. I didn’t recognise his face from anywhere. He was a decent looking guy despite the creepy persona. Maybe a little too over styled. His blonde, short, spiked hair was gelled within an inch of its life. I preferred the more natural look like Joel’s.
Shit.
I needed to forget about Joel and concentrate on Rob, but ugh Rob. I’d prefer to stay permanently single.
“Yeah, we play football together.” He opened another beer, taking a long draw to wash away the after effects of the tequila.
I nodded smiling, my mind automatically going back to Joel. “So you know Joel?” I asked nervously, almost hesitant in what his reply would be. But my curiosity had already won.
“Yeah, we’re good friends. He’s a great pulling partner.” He winked and grinned. His fingers checked his overly styled hair, but he didn’t have to worry, I could take a pickaxe to it and it still wouldn’t move.
I watched on in astonishment when his eyes rested on a blonde, giggly girl walking in the room.
Seriously?
The guy had no shame.
He didn’t even attempt to hide his obvious delight, his eyes were practically out on stalks. He was perfectly suited to be friends with Joel. Once again I was reminded of Joel’s lifestyle, it always did precede his other qualities.
The laughable thing was Joel had practically pulled the female population of Camden, yet rejected me.
“I bet he is,” I snapped, coming down from the alcohol with a thud. My nice buzz had evaporated with the mere mention of Joel. The nausea began taking over just what I didn’t need.
My breath left my body hearing his laugh in the distance. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. His voice grew increasingly louder until
I scowled at his words. “Why do you care?” I screamed in his ear, pulling myself out of his hold. I staggered back over to Elijah and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the kitchen. “Let’s do some shots,” I shouted extra loud so Joel could hear.
I was enjoying pissing him off.
He deserved it.
We pushed our way through the crowd congregating in the kitchen. My eyes lit up the moment they fell on the bottle of tequila. I was totally over vodka. Tequila was now my new best friend.
The first few shots were hard going. I scrunched my eyes tight each time, dealing with the after burn, my throat was on fire.
The chuckling in the distance grabbed my attention, and I popped open an eye to see a really cute guy standing there. He was watching me with great amusement as he slowly sipped on a beer.
His smile was enough to coax me over, the tequila giving me the extra confidence I needed. I had no inhibitions. I was finally free and loving every minute of it.
“Hey, you’re certainly hitting the tequila hard.” He motioned to the bottle I was clutching tight in my hand.
“Well, it is a party.” I lifted up the bottle, jiggling it at him, and then I poured another shot. I sloshed some onto the counter. My hand eye coordination had definitely gone out the window.
“True, I’m Rob, by the way.” He looked at me a little too intently, and I flushed a little. I wasn’t too drunk to notice his eyes slowly trailing down my body.
Ugh, pervert.
“Izzy.” I faked a smile. “Do you fancy taking a shot, Rob?” I asked, holding up a glass, using my powers of persuasion on him.
“Yeah, why not, with a beautiful smile like that who could refuse,” he replied winking. He finished his beer, placing the bottle down on the counter.
I smiled awkwardly, filling his glass up to the top. We clinked our glasses, downing them both together.
“So you’re Mike’s sister? I’ve never seen you before, ’cause believe me I would have definitely come over.” He licked his lips as his eyes flicked down to my chest before returning up to my face.
Creep.
“Do you know Mike?” I asked. I didn’t recognise his face from anywhere. He was a decent looking guy despite the creepy persona. Maybe a little too over styled. His blonde, short, spiked hair was gelled within an inch of its life. I preferred the more natural look like Joel’s.
Shit.
I needed to forget about Joel and concentrate on Rob, but ugh Rob. I’d prefer to stay permanently single.
“Yeah, we play football together.” He opened another beer, taking a long draw to wash away the after effects of the tequila.
I nodded smiling, my mind automatically going back to Joel. “So you know Joel?” I asked nervously, almost hesitant in what his reply would be. But my curiosity had already won.
“Yeah, we’re good friends. He’s a great pulling partner.” He winked and grinned. His fingers checked his overly styled hair, but he didn’t have to worry, I could take a pickaxe to it and it still wouldn’t move.
I watched on in astonishment when his eyes rested on a blonde, giggly girl walking in the room.
Seriously?
The guy had no shame.
He didn’t even attempt to hide his obvious delight, his eyes were practically out on stalks. He was perfectly suited to be friends with Joel. Once again I was reminded of Joel’s lifestyle, it always did precede his other qualities.
The laughable thing was Joel had practically pulled the female population of Camden, yet rejected me.
“I bet he is,” I snapped, coming down from the alcohol with a thud. My nice buzz had evaporated with the mere mention of Joel. The nausea began taking over just what I didn’t need.
My breath left my body hearing his laugh in the distance. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. His voice grew increasingly louder until
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