I blow out a deep breath.
It’s okay, Juliet. You won’t go to the club again. You won’t see him again. Everything will be fine.
Everything is not fine.
I’m spiralling.
It’s been two weeks since the night at Euphoria, and I’m a neurotic, horny mess. My vibrator has had one hell of a workout, but it’s nowhere near hitting the spot. I even Googled whether you can buy a pierced dildo. Apparently, you can—and it took me down an interesting rabbit hole—but I was too overwhelmed to actually purchase one.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
While Everett takes Tinsley to visit their father on Saturday, I spend time with Quinn and Ally, hoping they can keep my mind occupied. Instead of distracting me, they’re making everything a thousand times worse. I never should’ve confided in Quinn about my night with the masked striker.
“So, he really had a pierced… you know?” Ally asks.
“Dude,” Quinn snorts. “Tinsley’s not here, you can say the word cock.”
I groan. “You two are the worst.”
“You love us,” my best friend teases. “Besides, if you didn’t want us to ask questions, you would’ve kept that little detail to yourself.”
“I really wish I had,” I mutter under my breath.
“Ha, bitch, please. You can’t keep anything from me.”
Ally scrunches her face in concentration. “But, like, what did it feel like? Could you feel every barbell as he moved inside of you?”
“Tu te fous de moi?” I say, picking up a cushion and burying my head in it. “I need new friends.”
Quinn slaps my arm playfully. “Are you cursing us in French?”
“No, you idiot.” I hit her with the cushion. “I said, are you kidding me? Although maybe I should curse you. I told you I need to forget about him, so why won’t you help me?”
I sound like a whinging toddler, but they’re supposed to be helping me. Which I point out is part of the best friend manual.
“Juliet, as your bestie, it’s my?—”
“Hey!” Ally interrupts, but Quinn just waves her away.
“It’sourjob to support you.”
“Thank you,” I say.
“I’m not finished,” she says, shooting me a look. “It’s our job to support you, and to tell you when you’re being a fucking idiot. Right now, you are being the biggest fucking idiot on the planet.”
My jaw drops. I have no words. Excuseme!?
Ally snorts, and I turn my glare on her. “What the fuck?”
She holds her hands up. “Don’t come at me, Jules, but I’m one hundred percent in Quinnie’s corner on this one. I mean, come on. He’spierced.”
“You two are un-fucking-believable,” I grumble.
“Youhad a hot, young, tattooed,andpierced guy who rocked your socks off, and you ran away.”
My chest tightens as I remember just how much he rocked my socks off… more than once. “I didn’t run. I drove.”
She rolls her eyes.
