She’s drunk.
That’s the first thing.
The second thing is that even though Arrow’s moved away from her, she’s still leaning into him.
It bothers me.
That she’s still attached to my sister’s boyfriend.
But I guess it’s more for balance than anything else.
“Can we please go back to the kissing?” She giggles slightly, completely ignoring my presence and staring up at Arrow with dreamy, drunk eyes.
The wordkissingmakes me tighten everything on my body.
But before I can protest, Arrow speaks. “I think we’ve had enough of the kissing for tonight. You should go.”
“But I thought we were having such a good time and you know…”
She trails off to run her hand down his chest, her fingers hooking around the locket he wears.
So he wears a locket, a silver thing he never parts with.
His dad gave it to him when he was six or something. And like his sun-struck hair and tanned skin, his locket shines in the sunlight. It shines with his sweat when he’s had a workout, or he’s played a really grueling game.
It was shining the day I saw him for the first time in that yellow/orange kitchen.
And I dig my nails in my palms when I see this girl toying with it.
“You’re drunk,” he tells her, disengaging himself from her.
“I’m not.”
She hiccups then, proving herself a liar.
“I beg to differ.”
“I’m –”
“That’s why you thought we were having a good time.” He leans a little closer to her, as if to impart a secret. “We weren’t. So as I said, you should go.”
She frowns, looking peeved. “But I –”
“Look,” he sighs, the annoyed lines around his eyes getting deeper. “I’m flattered. Okay? It’s always flattering when a girl throws herself at you. Even as drunk as you clearly are. But as I said to you before you attacked me with your mouth, I don’t fuck drunk girls so you should go before I say something you might not like.”
Hold on a second.
Just please… hold.
Did he say fuck?
Did he actually say fuck?
Before I can processthat,the girl, who is so drunk that she can’t stand upright, somehow gets her spine up. Her foggy eyes suddenly become really alert and sort of vicious. “And what exactly will you say if I don’t leave?”
“If you don’t leave, I’m going to have to tell you the truth.”
“And what is the truth?”
