“Probably,” I said at a normal volume, while reaching for a cosmo that the cocktail waitress had prepared for me.
Notfeelinglike talking about this anymore,Iscootedaway from him. Unfortunately, that moved me closer to Micah. His hand snaked out, and this timeMicahsuccessfully got an arm around me before I could dodge it. I leaned forward, but his sweaty arm stayed clamped to my back.
Fantastic, I had the Sweat Ness Monster to my left, and a pissed off gangster to my right. I didn’t feel like wading into the throng of sweatypeople, but leaving the table seemed like my best option.
“Bathroom,” I said.
I left my drink on the table. The last thing I wanted to do was spill my drink all over myself while I maneuvered through the crowd. Sebastian stood up as well.
I stopped my movements and raised an eyebrow.
“That wasn’t an invitation,” I said.
His face darkened, and I knew he was about to start telling me why that wasn’t safe.
One night of normalcy. One fucking night. Was that so much to ask?
He stepped towards me and leaned in so he could whisper in my ear. “We need to go home. This is-”
I interrupted him in a whisper, “Stupid? No, what’s stupid was ever trusting you. Leave me thefuckalone.”
I spun around, and this time he didn’t follow.
I elbowed my way through the crowd until I reached the bathroom. A few girls were gathered around the mirrors, attempting to fix their caking makeup. I stopped to look at my reflection.
That night, I’d just want to have one last fun night to blow off steam. My expression showed the opposite. My eyes looked dead, exhaustion permeating off them. My hair was sweat slicked against my forehead. Yeah, great final night of fun.
The door opened, and Emma stepped through.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” she said.
I rolled my eyes. “Just peachy.”
Her lips tugged into a frown.
I sighed. She had nothing to do with my problems, there was no reason to be rude to her.
“I’m fine, really. You can go back to the booth, I just wanted to get out of the heat,” I said.
“Bullshit,” she said.
I blinked, I don’t think I’d ever heard a curse word out of her mouth.
Emma shrugged. “Half of racquetball is getting into my opponent's head, and it’s obvious what your issue is.”
I seriously doubted she could see too far into my head. Otherwise, she’d be running out of this room screaming.
“Try me,” I replied, somewhat curious about what she thought she saw.
“There’s something going on between you and Sebastian-”
“Wrong. Maybe you aren’t as good as you thought.”
As soon as it was out of my mouth, I knew it was too harsh. Yesterday, I’d put my guard down for the first time in a year. I’d relaxed around Sebastian, and the very next day he’d betrayed me. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about him. To remind myself of how completely alone I was. How I couldn’t truly trust anyone.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I’m just having a bad day, but I’ll be fine. You should go back, and have fun,” I said.
“If you want to talk about it-”
