Jasper walks us to where Frost is waiting. He looks as excited as he would be if he were going for a prostate exam.
“Look after them tonight, Frost,” Jasper instructs.
“We have an order from Mr Branson…” I snort. Mr Branson? I highly doubt Baxter would want to be known as a mister!
“The order is for both of us to stay with the girls tonight.”
“What? Why?” Jasper looks pretty pissed to have his night off revoked.
“He is...cautious that Marcia would want to date Elsie.”
Damn him, Elsie’s face drops.
“Why wouldn’t she want to date me?” Elsie asks in a hurt voice.
“She would be stupid not to Els, you’re hot as fuck.” I jump to her defence, shooting daggers at Frost for being an insensitive wanker. “Baxter just wants an excuse to be an asshole, despite his absence.”
“You’re damn right I am.” Elsie smiles, lifting her chin. “And you’re right. His assholeness hasn’t been around to hand out his comments for a while now.” She giggles flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder and linking arms with Jasper. Frost gives him a stern look and Jasper just shrugs and leads the way with Elsie on his arm, suddenly looking less annoyed at the prospect of having to work on his night off. That leaves me and Frost trailing behind. He shoots me a glare as if to say ‘don’t even think about it’ and I snort. I would never want to go there with him. It’s one thing to use Jasper’s age, build, and hotness factor to make the guys jealous, another to try to do that with an old man like Frost.
The party is in full swing when we arrive, another Knox party for sure. I could tell by how busy it is, even if the location wasn’t a dead giveaway. I’m pissed none of them personally invited me.
What do you expect, Amelie, you don’t want them, remember?Yeah, I just need to keep that mantra on repeat for the next three years and we’ll be good. Maybe I should get it tattooed on my forehead as a deterrent for all the stupid decisions I want to make where they’re concerned.
Elsie spots Marcia from across the room and races off. Jasper says he’ll tail her tonight. He leaves Frost to me and winks as he goes. I know it’s his reminder that he wants me to get sloppydrunk, and I plan to do just that. I need to drink away my emotions so I can meet Slate later.
‘Too Good’ byDrake ft. Rhiannais blasting through the speakers when Kalen approaches.
“Drink, sis,” he says, handing me some blue concoction.
“Not your sister,” I snap, taking the drink from him.
“May as well be, you don’t want much else to do with me anymore.” He pouts. I can hear the slight slur in his words.
I swallow the blue drink down in one go, the cloying sweetness sliding down my throat tasting like pure sugar. I pull a face. I am not sweetness and light, but I think the foul cocktail will serve its purpose in getting me wasted.
“Keep these coming, and tonight we can forget I’m pissed at you.” His face lights up and he races away to fetch me another drink like an eager little puppy. My phone buzzes from my pocket and I pull it out to check.
Sawyer
I miss you so damn much
I type out a quick reply.
Amelie
I miss you too :( sucks not seeing you everyday
Sawyer
I will be thinking of you until I see you
Maybe I can sneak you out tomorrow?
Amelie
I have orders to get sloppy drunk, so a sneaky greasy breakfast could work. I have missed your English fry ups!
Sawyer
