“What the hell has gotten into you? Why are you being so hostile?”
He shakes my arm off. “I could ask you the same thing except I know why you’ve done it. You threw me under the bus for your precious Molly.” His lips curl into a sneer, and it’s not a good look on him.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I yell, throwing my hands in the air.
He frowns. “Your breath reeks of alcohol, and you’re a mess.”
“I won’t be a mess if you give me what I need!”
“Why the fuck should I help you after what you’ve done.” His nostrils flare. “Thanks to you, I’m off the team. And I’ve blown it with the scout. My NFL career is over before it even began.”
“You’re off the team?” I inquire, curious but not as much about that as whether he’s going to give me what I need.
A muscle clenches in his jaw as he drills a look straight through me. “I should never have gotten involved with you. I knew it was a disaster in the making, but I ignored my gut.”
“Fine,” I snap as acute pain punctures my heart. “I got the memo. You hate me and you’re through with me. But you’re still a dealer, and you have to sell to me.”
He snorts out a bitter laugh. “I don’thaveto do anything, and I’m done with drugs. I’m out.”
“What do you mean?” My voice borders on hysteria. Zach won’t give me the time of day, and Adam was our only supplier. They are my only hope of scoring some pills. “You can’t quit.” My voice trembles, and my hand shakes as I contemplate what this means. “And you must have some pills left over? I’ll take anything. Whatever you have. Just give me something.” I grab hold of his sweater, pleading with my eyes. “Please, Adam. If I ever meant anything to you, you’ll do this one last thing for me.”
“If I ever meant anything to you, you wouldn’t have sold me out like you did.”
I have no idea what the hell he’s talking about, but I don’t care right now. I need Molly or something mind-altering to eradicate the memories torturing me.
“C’mon, Adam.” I drop my hand down the gap between us, palming his crotch. “I’m sure we can come to some arrangement.”
His jaw locks tight, and anger blazes in his eyes. “You’re offering to fuck me for drugs?” He takes a step back, and a myriad of different emotions washes over his face. “Jesus Christ.” He scrubs his hands down the front of his face. “What the hell happened to the woman I fell in love with? Was she ever real?”
“I tried, Adam. I really did, but I can’t do it. I can’t let reality in. I need something.” I drop to my knees, uncaring if we have an audience as my fingers creep up his thighs toward the zipper on his jeans. I look up at him with my best puppy-dog-eyed expression. “I’m begging you, Adam. Please.” My desperate tone matches the desperation etched on my face. “Please just give me something.”
“Jesus, Emily.” He pries me off his legs, lifting me up under my arms. “What the fuck is going on with you?”
“I told you, I just need a hit,” I say through gritted teeth, losing my patience. “So, stop acting all fucking sanctimonious, and give me what you’ve got.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t understand how we got here. What did I ever do to deserve this?”
I’m clear out of patience now. “Are you going to fucking give me some pills, or do I have to go elsewhere?”
Steel replaces the emotion in his eyes. “You mean your one-time fuck buddy.”
“Zach isn’t the only one,” I semi-lie.
He squeezes his eyes shut, shoving his balled-up fists into his pockets. “Just go, Emily. I don’t have anything, and even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you so you’re wasting your breath.”
“Well, thanks for fucking nothing.” I pin him with an ice-cold glare as I back away. “I’m glad I found out everything was a lie before I invested any more time in you.”
“Right back at ya, baby”
I flip him the bird. “Screw you, Adam. I don’t need you anyway.”
I take off running before he can respond, uncaring what he has to say. My brain is churning, going a hundred miles a minute as I consider all my options.
Reluctantly, I trudge home a few hours later, still empty-handed and pissed beyond belief. My entire body shakes as my withdrawal symptoms crank up a notch. I dropped by Scar’s place, but she wasn’t there, and I’ve been blowing up her cell and Zach’s, but both of them are giving me the cold shoulder. Zach I expect after his reaction last night. But Scar’s siding with him rubs me the wrong way.What about the fucking girl code? And our friendship?And I’m still pissed at Zach for his treatment last night. I thought I was more than a fuck buddy to him, but he made it obvious that it was all about the sex. I thought he cared about me, but if he did, he wouldn’t leave me suffering like this.
Asshole.
Bitch.
