he stopped dead mid sentence.
I felt his hot stare penetrate into the back of me, without even looking. Judging by Rob’s lifestyle admissions he wouldn’t be happy with me talking to him, but fuck him.
I wanted to hurt him back.
I deliberately reached up, brushing my hand against Rob’s face. I kept my fingers lingering there hoping Joel was witness to it all.
“Do you fancy going out for a drink some time?” Rob asked, snapping my attention back to him.
NO.
“Errmm.” I was just stalling for time. My drunk fuzzy brain was struggling to function and form any words. A bottle slammed down hard against the counter, and I almost jumped with fright.
Yep, he was definitely pissed.
“Do you need me to persuade you some more?” He leaned in for a kiss, but I wasn’t that drunk.
I quickly swerved his unwelcoming lips. “I don’t think Mike would be happy about us dating, I think I’d better go.” I didn’t wait for a reply and hurried straight over to Elijah. I was now officially over the whole flirting thing.
I wrapped my arms tightly around him, burying my face deep into his warm, hard chest. He was my safety blanket, my one source of comfort. All I needed was him right now.
His arms pulled me in tighter. “What’s with all the crazy flirting tonight?” he asked, pressing his lips against my hair.
“Oh just trying to be someone else for a change,” I huffed, but the whole thing had been a complete waste of time. I was miserably back to square one.
“You don’t need to be anyone else, you’re perfect as you are, but I know that was for Joel’s benefit. I saw what just happened, what’s going on?”
I turned my head away as tears began to form in my eyes. His hand gently pulled my face back to his, giving me a silent plea to tell him what was wrong.
“I love him, but he doesn’t want me.” I burrowed my head into his chest, trying to hide. I didn’t want his pity. I knew right now it would send me over the edge.
He cupped my chin, lifting my face, and stared deep into my eyes. “That’s not true, I can see it in his face. The jealousy before when we were dancing, when those guys were checking you out. When he came in and saw you flirting with that guy, his face was unrecognisable when he stormed off. He definitely has feelings for you.”
I half attempted a smile, quickly becoming distracted by the moaning sounds coming from the other side of the kitchen. Rob now had his tongue down blonde girl’s throat.
“Well, he doesn’t appear to be that choosy.” I snorted.
Elijah turned to look and laughed, pulling me back into a hug. “Joel does love you. He’s just afraid to.” He kissed my hair again, and I clung onto him for a few minutes more.
After a quick detour to the bathroom to redo my eyes to mask the puffiness, I took a few deep breaths and headed back into the lounge. Hoping to resolve and rectify this whole mess with Joel. Mike was off his face, I’d just passed him in the hallway, but I was hoping Joel would be reasonably sober.
Slowly pushing my way through the crowd of people, I scanned the room before focusing on three pairs of legs wrapped around each other.
I instantly recognised the Converse.
My heart dropped when my head snapped up seeing Joel’s tongue down one girl’s throat. Watching on as the other girl stroked him through his jeans while licking and sucking on his neck. Oh god, he was hard, and I wanted to be sick. The bile began to rise up in my throat. I flew upstairs to the toilet unable to hold it back, with tears streaming down my face.
How could he do this?
I wanted to kill him.
I wanted to punish and hurt him the way he’d hurt me.
After ten minutes of throwing up the vodka and tequila, I was pretty certain I had nothing left to bring up. I pushed myself off the cold tiled floor, staring at my red, puffy, tear-stained face in the mirror.
God, I looked dreadful.
I had to get out of here and fast.
I couldn’t be witness to Joel getting it on
I felt his hot stare penetrate into the back of me, without even looking. Judging by Rob’s lifestyle admissions he wouldn’t be happy with me talking to him, but fuck him.
I wanted to hurt him back.
I deliberately reached up, brushing my hand against Rob’s face. I kept my fingers lingering there hoping Joel was witness to it all.
“Do you fancy going out for a drink some time?” Rob asked, snapping my attention back to him.
NO.
“Errmm.” I was just stalling for time. My drunk fuzzy brain was struggling to function and form any words. A bottle slammed down hard against the counter, and I almost jumped with fright.
Yep, he was definitely pissed.
“Do you need me to persuade you some more?” He leaned in for a kiss, but I wasn’t that drunk.
I quickly swerved his unwelcoming lips. “I don’t think Mike would be happy about us dating, I think I’d better go.” I didn’t wait for a reply and hurried straight over to Elijah. I was now officially over the whole flirting thing.
I wrapped my arms tightly around him, burying my face deep into his warm, hard chest. He was my safety blanket, my one source of comfort. All I needed was him right now.
His arms pulled me in tighter. “What’s with all the crazy flirting tonight?” he asked, pressing his lips against my hair.
“Oh just trying to be someone else for a change,” I huffed, but the whole thing had been a complete waste of time. I was miserably back to square one.
“You don’t need to be anyone else, you’re perfect as you are, but I know that was for Joel’s benefit. I saw what just happened, what’s going on?”
I turned my head away as tears began to form in my eyes. His hand gently pulled my face back to his, giving me a silent plea to tell him what was wrong.
“I love him, but he doesn’t want me.” I burrowed my head into his chest, trying to hide. I didn’t want his pity. I knew right now it would send me over the edge.
He cupped my chin, lifting my face, and stared deep into my eyes. “That’s not true, I can see it in his face. The jealousy before when we were dancing, when those guys were checking you out. When he came in and saw you flirting with that guy, his face was unrecognisable when he stormed off. He definitely has feelings for you.”
I half attempted a smile, quickly becoming distracted by the moaning sounds coming from the other side of the kitchen. Rob now had his tongue down blonde girl’s throat.
“Well, he doesn’t appear to be that choosy.” I snorted.
Elijah turned to look and laughed, pulling me back into a hug. “Joel does love you. He’s just afraid to.” He kissed my hair again, and I clung onto him for a few minutes more.
After a quick detour to the bathroom to redo my eyes to mask the puffiness, I took a few deep breaths and headed back into the lounge. Hoping to resolve and rectify this whole mess with Joel. Mike was off his face, I’d just passed him in the hallway, but I was hoping Joel would be reasonably sober.
Slowly pushing my way through the crowd of people, I scanned the room before focusing on three pairs of legs wrapped around each other.
I instantly recognised the Converse.
My heart dropped when my head snapped up seeing Joel’s tongue down one girl’s throat. Watching on as the other girl stroked him through his jeans while licking and sucking on his neck. Oh god, he was hard, and I wanted to be sick. The bile began to rise up in my throat. I flew upstairs to the toilet unable to hold it back, with tears streaming down my face.
How could he do this?
I wanted to kill him.
I wanted to punish and hurt him the way he’d hurt me.
After ten minutes of throwing up the vodka and tequila, I was pretty certain I had nothing left to bring up. I pushed myself off the cold tiled floor, staring at my red, puffy, tear-stained face in the mirror.
God, I looked dreadful.
I had to get out of here and fast.
I couldn’t be witness to Joel getting it on
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