More Than This (More Than, #1)(49)

The song’s pretty damn dirty and the girls start dancing that way. Dylan gets my attention and nods to the dance floor, I get what he's saying. Dylan and I get up and walk over there. We stand like creepers about 5 feet away from the girls, so we're there in case any * wants in. Cam stayed back at the booth, he said Lucy could hold her own. I've seen Lucy drunk a few times, she gets loud and nasty and cusses like a sailor. It's pretty damn funny because it's the complete opposite of who she is.

The song is pretty f*cking dirty, something about asking about peoples fantasies, I don't know. But the girls are into it and the dancing matches the song. Every time Kayla moves her skirt gets higher and forms to her perfect ass.

I know, I'm a dick, but I'm an 18 year old guy.

We stand and watch them from afar because we're that type of jealous creeper.

Dylan notices a guy eyeing Heidi, he starts to approach her but Dylan moves just enough to catch his attention and he backs away. Dylan doesn't say much, but his presence sure as shit does.

Three songs later and we make a move back to the booth. I put my arm on the seat behind Kayla and she moves closer to me, our sides completely touching, her hand lightly on my leg.

A few minutes after we sit down, a bartender brings a drink over and places it in front of Kayla.

It's some bright green drink in one of those shakers.

Her eyes widen for a second, confusion on her face.

I stare at it, eyebrows drawn together.

What the f*ck?

My gaze goes from the drink to her, and she's looking at me. Who the f*ck would buy her a drink when I'm right. f*cking. here.

Did she talk to some * while I had my back turned? When she was out on the dance floor for like, a minute, before I was there?

She must get what I'm thinking because she shakes her head no. It's a small movement, but I see it.

Just as she's about to ask the bartender, he points to a guy a few tables away. He's sitting with a bunch of other guys around our age. I don't recognize them.

I watch her face as understanding dawns and slowly, a smile pulls on her lips and she looks down at her hands, almost shy. She picks up the drink, takes a sip, and stands up.

She walks over to the guy without a word.

What the f*ck?


Logan pulls his mouth away from his girl for the night. "You know that *?"

"No, you guys know who he is?" I ask mainly Cam and Dylan.

Dylan speaks up, "Looks familiar but I can't place him."

The whole time she's talking to him, I'm watching.

Creeper.

They talk for a while, both smiling at each other.

Then he leans down and says something close to her ear and immediately her expression changes. She looks almost sad, but when he pulls back she nods her head a few times and his hands move to rub her upper arm.

I'm so close to standing up and punching this guy for touching her.

When she makes her way back, with drink still in hand, she doesn't say anything.

Not one f*cking word. Just acts like nothing has happened. No explanation as to who that * is, nothing about what they talked about. Nothing.


***


The shit with Kayla and that guy pissed me off, so I take it out on myself. I drink. And drink. And drink.


By whatever the f*ck time it is, I'm beyond buzzed and a little more on the drunk side. I'm at the bar, ordering another beer. I haven’t spoken to Kayla since she came back from speaking to that *.


"Jake, is that you?"

I turn around to see Madison, this girl I went to high school with. Her dad's the baseball coach. She's a cool girl. Knows her shit when it comes to baseball, that's all we've ever talked about.

She's cute, but she's in no way even close to Kayla.

"It is you!" she squeals, before running up and giving me a hug. She's obviously drunk, her face is splotchy and her breath reeks of alcohol.

I hug her back, but it's more like holding her upright.

"You okay, Madison? Had a bit to drink have ya?" I chuckle.

Her arms haven't left my neck and I'm doing my best to keep her up.

She moves closer into me, and I think for a second that this isn't what I think it is. That maybe she's not so much drunk, that she just wants to be close, and then she says, "I was hoping I'd see you before you left for college, I've always wanted to f*ck you, Jake Andrews.”

My eyes bug out and I try to pull her off me, but her mouth attacks my neck and the one second she's there feels like f*cking hours, and that whole second I'm thinking, what the f*ck?

It was only a second, but a second is all it took, because when I look up, I see her, Kayla, watching this play out, and I'm sure in her head it played out completely wrong, because she looks at me, tears already in her eyes.

She turns around and walks away.

And I watch her.


***


Mikayla


Seriously, f*ck my life.

There's only so much shit I can take before all the f*cked up things in my life consume me.


Chapter 28


Mikayla


Once I've managed to stop the tears and clean myself up, I take a few deep breaths and open the restroom door, and he's there.

Standing just outside, leaning against the wall, one foot on the wall, hands behind his back, looking down.