“Tell me why you’re always in such a bad mood, and you can have it back,” I challenge him, the air between us thickening as Crane moves closer to me, his eyes on the bottle. Wrapping his fingers around the neck of the bottle, he prises it from my grip, shaking his head at me.
“Go and play with your little boyfriend. I won’t tell.”
Something about his words sends fire dancing through my veins, my fingernails digging into my palms at the thought of Crane keeping a secret for me.
I chew on my lip, and Crane sucks on the bottle, backing away from me slowly.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I grit out, watching as Crane slumps into a fold-up chair, his position perfectly hiding his face from me.
“Whatever. Go have fun.”
I turn to leave, but something about the tone in his voice has me hesitating.
He sounds deflated and downright sad.
I glance toward the door, knowing Jaden will be waiting for me on the other side. But Kai isn’t here, and his best friend seems to be struggling.
I bite my lip again when Crane lets out a sigh.
“Can I sit with you?” I ask, clearing my throat as Crane leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
“Why?”
“Why not?” I throw back, wondering what the fuck I’m doing. I drag a chair across from him, plopping down with a heavy sigh.
Seconds ago, I was so close to taking it further with Jaden, and now I’m sitting opposite Crane, wondering what to say.
“I’m not in the mood for company, Sierra.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“Is that why you and Liza were hiding out here?”
Crane scoffs, tilting the bottle toward me.
“We weren’thiding out.I came in for this little beauty, and Liza followed me.”
I clasp my hands together, jumping when the door opens with a bang.
A dark-haired skinny guy frowns at the pair of us, his eyes skirting to the fridge then back to Crane.
“I mean, yeah, help your-fucking-self.”
“Have done.” Crane lifts up the whiskey, leaning back in his chair.
“You’re welcome.”
The guy stops, hovering behind me as he makes an appreciative noise.
“This isn’t the same senior you were with earlier.”
I tilt my head at Crane who shrugs nonchalantly.
“Ooh, which senior were you with earlier?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes at Crane who glares at the skinny guy.
“Does it matter?”
“Was it Liza? Are you guys serious?” I press, wonderingwhyI’m asking these questions. I don’t really care, and all I want to do is get drunk and flirt and play.
