Tamed (Torn #5)(11)

“Don’t you think you should have figured that out before you decided to get into a relationship with him? Actually, I distinctly remember telling you to get your shit together.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m a dumbass. Point made,” Chloe said, her voice trembling.

I gave her a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, but you’ve got to figure this out. It’s not fair to string him along like this if you aren’t sure.”

Chloe groaned and sank further back into her seat. “Trust me, I know. You have no idea how much I know.”

We made it back to Morgantown in record time, mostly due to my crazy driving. I’d wanted to make sure we made it back in time for the show. I’d laughed as people blew their horns at us. Chloe had repeatedly asked me what the hell was wrong with me, but I’d just laughed and continued my NASCAR driving.

I stepped out of the car and opened the trunk to start pulling our bags out.

“What. The. Hell?” Chloe yelled.

I threw her bags at her and grinned. “What’s your problem?”

“My…wha—you tried to kill us!” she screeched.

“You’re such a baby! I was just trying to make it back in time for Drake’s show with the guys. Since you’re off, you can go, too! You haven’t been to one in forever!”

A look of horror crossed Chloe’s face. “Um…I can’t. I have to go pick up my work schedule and put away all this stuff.”

I rolled my eyes as we walked inside our dorm. “You can do that tomorrow. Tonight, we party! Let’s meet down here in two hours, and I will hunt you down if you try to get out of it!”

There was no way I was going to give her a chance to get out of tonight, so I turned and walked down the hallway to my room. No matter what had been bothering her, I would make sure she had a blast tonight.



I made it to the entrance before Chloe did. I’d been waiting for almost ten minutes when she finally decided to make an appearance.

“It’s about damn ti—whoa! Holy shit, Chloe, you look amazing!” I said when I caught sight of her.

She was wearing a little black dress that left very little to the imagination. It was so very…un-Chloe-like that my mouth dropped open in surprise.

She glanced down at my super short miniskirt and ripped stockings. “You don’t look too bad yourself. You ready?”

We chatted all the way to the bar, both of us full of nervous energy.

“What’s got you so wound up tonight, Amber? Let me guess. Does it start with an A and end with an M?” Chloe finally asked.

I giggled like I was fifteen, unable to stop myself. “Shut up! It does not. Well, maybe a little bit. Do you think he’ll notice me in this outfit?”

She gave me a bewildered look. “Are you kidding me? Every male in the whole damn place will be begging at your feet. He’d have to be blind not to notice those legs.”

I smiled. “I hope so. He’s barely even glanced my way.” At this point, I was starting to feel desperate for his attention—hence, the super slutty outfit tonight.

“Amber, I’m only saying this because I love you. I have no doubt he will notice you, but he’s not the type to stick with one girl. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up for something that is pretty much impossible.”

I snorted as I pulled the car into the parking lot and maneuvered into a space far too small. “You think I don’t know that? I don’t want to marry the guy. Have some fun? Sure, why not? I’m done with relationships for a while. I just want to have a good time!”

I hoped that was all this was. Maybe if I had him, even once, it would be enough.

“All right then. That changes things. Go get him!” Chloe said as we climbed from my car.

We linked arms and giggled as we made our way into the bar. Heads turned as soon as we walked in, and I felt a smug grin curve my lips. Breaking the Hunger was already playing as we made our way to our usual table. Despite our absence the last couple of weeks during break, it was still empty, waiting on us. The heat of a hundred male stares engulfed my body as I took a seat and looked up at the band playing onstage. I just hoped Adam would notice me for once.

I felt my heart constrict at the sight of Adam. He was wearing nothing but a pair of faded blue jeans. I never once saw him perform with his shirt on. No matter how many times I saw him, my body still responded like it was the first time. He did things to me that even I didn’t understand. I could only imagine what it would feel like if he actually gave me the time of day.

Drake finished out the final line of the song with a scream before opening his eyes and smiling at the crowd. “All right, guys, one more song, and you get to pick. Tell me what you want!”

The crowd went wild as people began shouting song titles up at him. I looked up when Chloe suddenly stood and walked to the front of the stage. Drake’s eyes instantly snapped to her. Even I could feel the heat from his gaze as he took in her outfit for the night.

“I have a request!” Chloe shouted over the crowd, who had quieted slightly when they noticed the looks Drake was giving her.

He walked over and leaned down until they were eye level. “And what would that be?”

Chloe gave him her sweetest smile. My stomach dropped. This wasn’t going to end well.

“‘Gentleman’ by Theory of a Deadman. You know that one, right?”