Don’t take that damn bait…
“I can’t believe yall invited his monkey ass here,” I seethed.
Chyna had the nerve to look me up and down. “You are so childish.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you!”
Before we could get into a more heated discussion of why Kelton Alexander Kline had been invited to my birthday party, Mya announced that she was back from the bathroom. She looked like she was having a rough go of it as she stumbled over. The alcohol was starting to hit her too.
“Someone is completely not driving home tonight,” I chuckled.
“Have I told you Happy Dirty 30 tonight,” Mya hiccuped in my face.
Chyna’s answer was to shove another drink in her hand.
Poor Mya,I thought. Motherhood was killing her because I hadn’t been thirty in exactly two years.
I chuckled. “Drink up babe, it’s not often we’re together.”
“Ooohhh, he coming this way!” Chyna hunched me again and I swore to the good lord that if she made me spill my drink, Paul was going to be paying for her funeral.
“Eww!” I made a face her.
“See…childish!”
His deep voice rumbled through the room. It rumbled down my spine and goosebumps popped up along my flesh. We’d avoided each other for a long time and now here we were… “Whose being childish? Certainly not the birthday girl.”
My brown eyes snapped to his. The man had the jawline of a Greek god, and body to match. If there was one thing God hadn’t stopped making in Texas it was cowboys and football players. Kelton’s ass was the latter of the two.
Yes, he was fine as wine with crystal blue eyes.
Yes, he probably thought he was God’s gift to womankind.
I didn’t like him.
This shit went all the way back to Eureka Elementary school when we’d both been in kindergarten and he had stolen my silver hair ribbon. The teacher had done nothing because his daddy was the local football coach.
What an asshole,I thought.
“Did someone say something?” I looked around completely ignoring him.
Kelton only gave a laugh and then directed his words to Chyna. “Some things never change, huh?”
Chyna shook her head, “The two of you are the damn worst. Children, I tell you.”
My lips wrapped around the straw and I started to look for an exit from my own party. Before I could suck anymore of my drink up, Chyna was taking my glass away and shoving another shot in my hand.
“Waaait,” I said. “I wasn’t finished.”
“Yes you are,” she smiled widely. “Now knock that shot back, I’ll get you a fresh dirty mojito and then baby girl….it’s gonna be time for that dare.”
Fuck,I thought as pranced away dragging Mya with her who had been leaning against a wall. She was for sure getting tucked in on Paul and Chyna’s couch.
That just awkwardly left me alone with my old bully.
And a shot,I thought.
