“We just kissed, it was a stupid mistake, but that doesn't mean I'm into her,” I say resolutely.
It was just a kiss; a mind blowing, life changing kiss, but it doesn't mean that I've got feelings for Juliette. How could I have feelings for the girl who's made my life hell for years?
“Look, I get it; she's horrible, but that doesn't mean you can control how you feel—”
I cut Aryan off, fury swimming in my eyes. “I hate her, that's the only thing I feel. I could never be into someone like her!”
I'm panting heavily at this point; my voice is raised and they look startled.
I don't usually raise my voice at them or many people, I'm just not like that, although it's different with Juliette. Just the thought of being attracted to her is making me furious and I need them to believe I'm not.
I need to believe that I'm not into her.
“We won't bring it up again,” Victoria says, still looking at me with shock written all over her face.
I nod my head at Victoria, but honestly, her words go into one ear and out the other. I'm not angry at my friends anymore, I am angry at someone else—Juliette.
I'm done thinking about Juliette Kingston. I'm going to go inside the party and have the time of my life. I'm going to get under someone else and smoke the shit out of some weed, because I don't drink.
I won't even go home and study tonight, because I'll be waking up in someone else's bed instead.
This party is going to be absolutely spectacular.
Chapter EIGHTEEN
J u l i e t t e
Thisparty sucks exponentially, with sweaty bodies dancing around and alcohol bursting at the seams of this mansion. Normally, that would sound like an extraordinary time for me, but it doesn't feel like that today.
This party just isn't hitting the spot for me, even though the lights are dimmed red like some sort of sex club and people are dancing as they have the absolute time of their lives.
Even Kai is enjoying himself, he disappeared ten minutes ago to play a beer pong contest against the hockey team girls. Obviously, he will probably lose—no one beats those girls.
Usually, I would be right there with him, trying my best to over-drink everyone, but I've just spent the last twenty minutes in the kitchen making out with Adonis. I've been doing that a lot recently, just so I can forget her; the five foot-five brunette who is plaguing my thoughts more than usual.
I've even taken to avoiding her at school, she has too, because I've barely seen her this week.
I've come to the realization that the only reason I kissed Adaline was because I was sexually frustrated. Adonis doesn't get me off and clearly, that's why I kissed her.
The fact that she's a girl doesn't matter, brains can't logically tell the difference between men and women; it's all just chemicals, right?
I'm not bisexual. I don't like women; even the thought is revolting. I especially don't like Adaline, I've made her life a living hell for years, how could I possibly like her?
That kiss was outlandish and I regret every second of it. Every second of her hot, warm mouth on mine, her hands in my hair, and her tongue—
I regret it!
“You want anything to drink, maybe some vodka?” Adonis mumbles into my neck; I can barely hear him over the music.
“Tequila,” I correct him and he nods before giving me a sloppy kiss on the cheek and leaving to get my drink.
Vodka? Is he serious? He should know I despise vodka and that tequila is my favourite drink. I practically drink my body weight in tequila every weekend—with him!
To be fair, I don't really know much about him either besides his favourite colour, which is green. Wait, no. It's blue? Or maybe yellow? Oh, for Pete's sake! Who cares? Knowing trivial things like that doesn't matter.
“Juliette!” I hear my name and I snap my head up and see Kai barrelling towards me.
He is absolutely shit-faced drunk. Those hockey girls must have absolutely annihilated him at the game. I did warn him that he wouldn't be able to handle it.
