The blonde moans. “No! No! You swore!”
Cecily looks at me, but I’m not saving her. Then she pleads with her eyes, so I say, “You don’t want to see Ce drunk.”
The blonde scoffs. “So, hockey boy gets to see you drunk, and I can’t.”
Ce pleads. “You know why, Alix.”
“Fuck it!” Alix says, turning to me. She grabs my arm and tugs me through the crowd. “Is Ce always this much of a prude?”
I don’t reply. I walk her to the table of drinks, and when Scott and Rocky see a new face on my arm, all their attention is on me.
“Who’s this?” Rocky says, eyeing her tits.
“Who’s your new friend, Dylan?” Scott asks, licking his lips.
Cecily walks up from behind us. “Everyone, this is my best friend, Alix. Alix with ani. And this is Rocky, Scott, and Dylan.”
Alix releases me and says, “Is Ce always this much of a party pooper?”
Rocky glances at Ce now and takes a swig of his beer. “Listen to your friend, Ce. Take a shot.”
Cecily shakes her head, leaning on the table. Fuck, she looks hot. She’s wearing low-riding jeans and a crop top, accentuating her tight, small frame. Her tits have no bra, and her hair lies past her ribcage.
“Come on, Ce,” Scott taunts.
Alix grabs two shots from Rocky, and when Ce refuses the shot, Alix takes both of them.
Rocky puts an arm around Alix and pulls her away. Cecily’s eyes track them as they cross the living room through people. I stand beside Cecily and watch them.
“You brought your real best friend,” I say.
She nods. “Is that a problem?”
I shake my head, my eyes meeting hers. “No.”
She watches me with those pretty brown eyes. “But?”
“You don’t come to these things,” I point out.
Cecily shrugs. “Alix does, and look, mission accomplished.”
Alix glances over at us while talking to Rocky. Alix makes a face when our eyes meet.
“She knows, doesn’t she?” I ask, sipping my beer, turning around. I don’t want to see Alix’s face right now. The girl definitely knows Ce and I are fucking.
Ce shrugs. “I told her that it was a one-time thing and that we are good friends.”
I look at the ground. “That’s good to know.”
“No, idiot. That’s just what I told her. I don’t need her thinking there’s anything here.”
I shrug. “There isn’t.”
“Exactly.”
“Is she the type to hook up?” I ask, knowing that Rocky is about to kiss her.
Cecily shrugs. “She does have daddy issues.”
