Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(104)
Giving my sister a humoring smile, I tapped my pen against my pad of paper while I thought about the way Kellan and I had reunited. I was approaching the tail end of our story, my favorite part of it, truly, when I’d stopped living in fear and had finally accepted the fact that we were meant to be together. The moment flooded back to me, absorbing me, and my mind began to spin faster than my pen could keep up.
Anna’s attention refocused on the computer in front of her while I whipped through an especially emotional segment of my life. After a brief moment of peace, Anna loudly snorted, completely breaking my concentration. “What?” I asked, a little perturbed. Between her talking to me every five seconds, the loud twang of poorly played rock songs, and the good-natured ribbing going on at the poker table—usually at Kellan’s expense—I probably would have had better luck concentrating in the comparatively quiet, but cramped, cubby.
“Did you know there are websites solely dedicated to proving Kellan’s sex tape is with Sienna?”
That question got my complete and total attention, and I set down my pad of paper with a long sigh. Well, of course there were. Seeing that she’d sucked me in, Anna twirled the laptop around on the table so I could see the screen. Sure enough, someone had created a blog that centered around proving—without a doubt—that Kellan and Sienna had filmed themselves having sex. What the hell?
The page was plastered with still shots of Joey’s movie. The dark, grainy images were enlarged and out of focus, but objects in the photographs were circled, and fantastical theories of the objects’ significance were explained in detail beneath them. Seeing Kellan’s bare back while he was plunging into another woman was way more than I’d ever wanted to see. It brought the horror of watching him film that music video fresh to my mind. Only this was worse. This was real. And I didn’t want to see anymore.
Grimacing, I swung the screen back around toward my sister. Her jade eyes glanced Kellan’s way and then she leaned forward, like she was spilling top secret information. “They’re comparing still shots of Sienna’s original tape, looking for similarities. They’re pointing out a mark on Joey’s inner thigh that sort of matches a birthmark on Sienna.” She rolled her eyes while I tried not to think about the angle needed to get a still shot of Joey’s thigh. “And even more absurd, they’re claiming that an alarm clock in the room exactly matches one in a hotel nearby where the video for ‘Regretfully’ was filmed. They’re saying they ‘rehearsed’ for the music video.” She lifted her eyebrow at me, amused. “What a stretch, huh?” She pointed at the screen I refused to look at again. “It’s so obvious that it’s Joey’s room they’re in.”
My veins suddenly felt like I’d injected ice water into them. Oh. My. God. Kellan and Joey filmed this in her old bedroom at his house. My old bedroom. The bedroom I had shared with Denny. The furniture I had shared with Denny. Kellan and Joey had sex on the same mattress Denny and I had sex on. The thought made my stomach roil.
I looked over at Kellan shaking his head at Evan as he tossed down his cards in defeat. Did he realize the six degrees of separation that had occurred on Joey’s mattress? Well, he knew that we’d all had sex on that bed, sure, but I doubt he’d thought too much about it. I mean, he’d taken plenty of girls on his own bed, and being with him there didn’t bother me, so why would him being on my old bed matter? It didn’t, not really. I guess it was just the knowledge of Kellan and Denny both using the same mattress that disturbed me some. Regardless of the horrible things I’d done, I’d never crossed the line and invited Kellan into the bed I’d shared with Denny. It was an arbitrary line, I know, but at least I’d had one.
Blocking out the mental image of Kellan screwing someone on Denny’s and my bed, I shifted my attention back to my sister. “How can you tell it’s my old room from these blurry photos?” Narrowing my eyes, I instantly came up with the obvious answer. “You watched Kellan’s sex tape?”
Anna waved her hand at me dismissively. “You told me to, remember?” Her manicured nail tapped the spot just above her heart. “And you were right, no tattoo.”
I wanted to be irritated at that, but I had told all of my friends to watch the tape so they would know without a doubt that it wasn’t Kellan. I guess I couldn’t really complain. I’d just never really thought my friends would watch it. I thought they’d be swayed by my unwavering declaration of Kellan’s fidelity and take my word for it without actually viewing the triple-X footage. I should have known better. At least when it came to Anna. She’d probably hunkered down with a huge bowl of popcorn and eagerly watched Kellan in action. The frown on my face was irremovable.
Anna pursed her lips. “Oh, come on. If you weren’t dating Sex on a Stick, you would want to watch the tape too. It’s freaking hot.”
“Anna!” I reached over and smacked her arm. “I don’t want to hear stuff like that!”
She cringed, looking apologetic. “Sorry, but, well, look at him.”
She swished her hand in Sex on a Stick’s direction, and we both twisted to stare at Kellan. Our synchronized movement caught his attention and he looked over our way. He paused mid-laugh as his eyes darted between us. Looking for all the world like he’d just gotten caught with his fingers in the cookie jar, he mouthed, “What?”