“I’m sharing this with June, chill, I’m not gonna get drunk,” she rushed to explain.
“What the fuck did you have?” I asked, watching her pupils get enormous.
“Nothing, because I have to drive your precious car.” She pointed at the glass she was holding between her hands. The music was loud, but I’d just heard a chuckle behind me, so I took Tiffany aside, away from the questionable group of people.
“Did that asshole ask you about me? Did he give this to you?” I asked, trying to take the glass away from her.
“No, no, no.” She stopped me with her hand. “James, stop, I’m not Amelia. That doesn’t work with me.”
“What doesn’t?”
“This whole song and dance where you care about me, you make me believe I’m special and screw the first girl you find in front of my eyes, like I meant nothing to you.”
She was running her mouth; it wasn’t like her to say things like that.
“Tiff, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“I told you, it doesn’t work with me. I’ve already turned off my emotions with you. Have you ever seenEuphoria?”
Okay, Tiffany was clearly trashed. But since she didn’t take anything from me, the question arose. “Are you sure you didn’t take anything?”
In response she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“I wanna try to get that walking zombie to drink something,” she laughed, pointing at Brian Hood.
I watched Tiffany walk toward him. I saw Brian turn the drink down, while to my surprise, the princess accepted it and started taking small sips.
What was she doing there with him?
The lights were dim, but when I noticed him look at her lips more than he should, I turned around suddenly.
I wanted to break something.
I dug in my pockets irritably. I’d left my jacket on the couches, so I went to find it.
“What happened last night when you brought her home? Did June talk to you about me?”
Will went back to the fray. The more I told him to stop obsessing, the worse he got.
“Um, no, she was a little down, and I let her drive my car to distract her. Hand me my jacket, Will.”
“And quit spewing bullshit.” He laughed at my words, like he wanted to get the same reaction out of me, but when he understood that I actually wasn’t laughing, his expression changed. He pulled the jacket away. “Meaning? You let her drive your car? You? The one you don’t even let Marvin drive?”
I nodded, annoyed.
“Just to distract her, James? You don’t care about her, do you?” William was staring at me like he was dead serious.
“No, of course not. Why should I?”
And then it happened. A glint of lunacy flashed in his sparkling eyes.
He picked out June’s silhouette in the crowd. He looked at her, then me.
“Then prove it.”
I raised an eyebrow, right after taking my leather jacket from his hands.
Was he serious? Was that a challenge?
