“So, you bring your best friend, and she ditches you. Now what?” I take another sip of my beer and watch her eyes roam the party.
Then they land on me as she says, “I’m hanging out with you.”
I smile, finishing my beer. “I’m about to walk away.”
“Okay.” Her eyes flick to mine again, and I shrug. Can’t have her counting on me to entertain her all night. I came for a beer, to hang with the guys, and I’m probably going to head out soon. I’ll wait to see if Rocky takes Alix upstairs.
Scott claps my shoulders, raising his brows. I don’t acknowledge his silent question about Cecily. Instead, I walk away from her. Scott eyes her down and then squeezes my shoulder.
“How’s the ankle?” he asks.
“Good.”
“I fucking hope so! Cookie Monster filling in for you isn’t doing the damn job.” He nods behind me, still keeping his eyes on Ce. “What’s going on with your girl?”
I grab his shoulders and point his head to the kegs. “The only thing I’m doing tonight is a keg stand.”
“So, you can’t fucking be my wingman?”
I start setting up the keg. “For who? Who the fuck do you have your eyes on now?”
He shakes his head. “Who the fuck do you think?” He looks at Cecily again.
I look at her, and she’s staring at her phone. “Damn, bro. She’s not going to fuck you.”
Scott laughs. “How do you know that? Hmm?”
I grab the thing for my mouth and look him in the eye. “Because I asked her.”
He cackles. “Fuck you, Dylan. No, you didn’t.”
I shrug, nodding at the group of girls. “How about Poppy or Tori, huh? Daisy?”
He cracks his neck. “When you gonna admit you’re fucking obsessed with Ce?”
I scratch my face, looking at his stupid fucking expression. This was never about him wanting her; he’s saying all of this to get me to admit something.
“You fucking with me?” I ask, and he laughs, hitting my chest.
He starts mocking, “Dylan gets so mad and worked up whenever I talk about his bestie.”
“Chill the fuck out, man. If you wanna shoot your shot, then fucking go for it. Now hold up my fucking legs.”
I kick my legs up, and he holds the piece in my mouth, opening the lever to give me beer. A crowd forms around us, shouting, “Chug! Chug! Chug!”
Scott shoots my chest with the fucking beer, soaking my shirt as my feet land on the ground.
“You’re welcome, ladies!” Scott shouts.
Amber starts howling first. “Take it off! Take it off!”
I take the wet shirt off and throw it at her face because she’s staring and laughing hard.
I shove Scott to go next, but Daisy puts a hand on my arm and says, “Will you hold me up?”
I nod. “Yeah. Scott, I’ll get her legs.”
“I’ll get her mouth.”
