She shakes her head. “No. It’s warm and gross. I switched to water.”
“Good to know.”
I take her hand and lead the way to the back corner, where we find Deena and Blaze. The name everyone calls him but he hates. He’s used to it, though. As soon as he sees me, he raises his hand, and we do that guy shake. You know the one where we slap each other’s backs?
“’Sup Lucky?”
“Just partyin’ with my girl, Theo.” I step back and wrap my arm around Becklyn. “My girlfriend, Becklyn.”
She looks starstruck, and I’m not going to lie, I hate it. But I get it. “Nice to meet you, Blaze.”
“Call me Theo, yeah?”
“Sure.” She gives him her sweetest smile. “Sorry.”
“No worries. Blaze gets old.”
“You didn’t tell me that,” Deena interrupts.
“Sorry, babe. I don’t mind it.”
“No.” She smiles at him. “Theo is nice.”
The pair gaze at one another like they’re alone. They’re not. Case in point, several dudes approach and want to get pictures with the star, essentially ending our little chat.
“Later, man,” I say, taking Becklyn off to our own little corner. On the way, we stop by the keg, where we each grab a bottle of water. Just as we’re about to find a secluded spot of our own, I feel Becklyn’s hand slide out of mine. When I turn, she’s being wrapped up by that guy. The one that lives next door to her. I’m immediately on alert.
“Becks. Wow,” he says with his arms around her. When he steps back, he’s staring down at her shirt. “You look hot as fuck, girl.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks get a little pink. “Thanks.”
I take a moment and check her out. She’s got on a pair of tight jeans, ones that on a normal day, I’d love. Tonight, at this thing, not so much. On top she’s got on a long-sleeved V-neck tee with our school logo. It’s snug on her but in all the right ways. It’s also kind of low-cut. Nothing too scandalous. I’ve seen other women wear the same thing, but Becklyn makes it better. It could be because she’s got more up top, or it could just be that she’s got the curves needed to make an ordinary tee look fucking fantastic.
I watch in horror as the douchebag reaches out, takes Becklyn’s hand, and tugs on it. “Come over here. Let me introduce you to my bros.”
His bros?What the fuck?
“Oh, well…” Becklyn sounds conflicted. “I’m here with my friend Lucky.”
Her friend?
Her fucking friend?
I’m immediately incensed. I just introduced her as mygirlfriendto Theo “Blaze” Blazek, and she’s calling me her friend? What the ever-loving fuck?
“Babe.” I decide to end this right now. “Time to go.”
“What?” She looks up at me. “Go? We just got here?”
“Yeah, and I’m done with this.” This bullshit.
“Dude. If you don’t want to be here, then go. Becks and I will—”
“Do not. Finish that sentence.”
“Lucky? What’s going on?”
I glare at her. And what does she do? She stares back, but there’s confusion on her face. Doesn’t she see what she did? Doesn’t she realize what this tool’s doing? So, I do the only thing I can do so things don’t escalate. “My ribs hurt. I need to go.”
