The Certainty of Violet & Luke (The Coincidence, #5)(45)

Chapter 20


Luke


After kissing Violet for ten minutes, we finally part when Seth bangs on the door and tells us it’s time to go. Her kisses have made me feel better, but I’m still stirring over some of the shit at dinner, when I get the call. A Goddamn call that I was kind of expecting, but it still somehow blindsided me. It’s from the attorney representing my mother, wanting to talk to me.

I had to step into the bathroom – I was so shocked – and I didn’t want Violet hearing either.

‘I’d like to meet you person, just to talk,’ the douche attorney said and I almost rammed my fist through the wall, which would have pissed the shit out of Seth since I’ve done it before and he wasn’t happy about it.

‘I don’t want anything to do with this,’ I’d snapped at him. ‘And if you knew better, you wouldn’t be asking me to do so.’

‘You mother thinks otherwise,’ he’d replied. ‘I’d really like too—’

‘My mother’s a f*cking psycho who deserves to be behind bars.’ I was practically shaking, gripping onto the counter for support and to keep my hand from doing any damage.

‘Yeah, we’ll see,’ he’d said and that’s when I’d hung up on him and almost threw my phone against the wall.

Regardless of the shitty, depressing call, I’m determined to have a fun night sober. Violet and I made a promise to celebrate the shit out of the holidays and f*ck if I’m not going to go through with it. The problem is, I’m all worked up and the only thing that ever calms me down when I’m like this is booze. I can’t drink? though. No, I won’t let myself. I avoid it at work all the time and I can sure as hell do it now.

But it’s harder tonight. Between the call about my mother and the fact that my father got me all worked up at dinner. All that talk about worrying about me and then trying to make stuff up to me – it had push me toward the edge, and now the phone call has me teetering somewhere mid-fall. And then there’s Violet and her reaction to Trevor’s question about marriage and how she made it clear that she was against it and for some crazy ass reason that got under my skin – not sure why the f*ck it did, but it did. It’s not like I want to get married, at least not in this decade, but the fact that she seemed so against it – against being with someone forever – made me start to wonder how long she was planning on sticking around. And that reminded me of how I said I love her and how she clearly doesn’t reciprocate the feeling. So what am I to her? I have no idea.

I’m riled up on the inside, letting things get under my skin too much and pretending to be okay on the outside, just like I used to all the time. Thankfully, my friends decided to choose the lower section of the place where alcohol isn’t served, otherwise I’d have caved the moment we walk in. It makes it easier to stay away from it and I have a good distraction – Violet and her god damn leather dress. The thing barely covers her ass making her long legs look nearly endless. And those boots with those heels … Jesus f*cking Christ, she’s sexy as hell. The music’s good too for the most part, plus it’s nice to hang out with Kayden, Callie, Seth, Greyson and Violet all at one time.

The whole place screams edgy Halloween theme with black lights, mist, and spray paint covering the walls and almost everyone is dressed up in some sort of costume. There’s this neon effect going on and everything with bright colors and in white glows. Violet would blend in with the darkness, but Seth, Callie and her decided to take this weird lipstick-looking thing and draw all over the skin showing, which means Violet is glowing with designs and patterns on almost every inch of her body.

Yes, f*cking ridiculously sexy.

‘I’m going to dance. Who wants to save seats?’ Violet rises from her chair. We’ve secured a table as close to the dance floor and stage as possible, so losing the seats would suck.

Seth and Greyson both jump from their barstools. ‘Not it,’ Seth calls out, then grabs Callie’s hand and pulls both Greyson and her toward the dance floor before anyone can protest.

Violet looks at me and I give her the best smile I can muster. ‘Go ahead. I’ll sit this one out.’

She hesitates. ‘You sure?’

I nod and force my smile to be more cheery – more fake. ‘Yes, go.’ I wave at her to get a move on.

She whirls toward the dancing area and I feel this instantaneous urge to follow her, remembering how sexy Violet is when she dances. But I’m not sure I’m in the mood, nor do I want to bail and leave Kayden sitting solo, so I keep my ass planted in the chair.

‘I have a f*cking headache,’ I mutter and take a sip of my Coke, wondering if maybe my blood sugar’s low or if I’m just really stressed.

‘You look like you haven’t slept in a while,’ Kayden states, glancing at his cellphone screen. ‘We probably shouldn’t stay out too long considering we have a game tomorrow.’

‘Yeah, probably.’ I’m distracted as a waitress with a tray full of shot glasses walks by. I thought they don’t serve alcohol here? I watch her as she pushes her way through the crowd heading for a spiral staircase. She struggles to balance the tray as she maneuvers her way up the stairs and to the top area – the twenty-one and over area. I have a fake ID and even though this place is notorious for being able to identify fake ID’s, I think about going up there. Honestly, if I wanted to, I could wait for the waitress to come back and charm her until she gives me one. I don’t want to, but I just keep thinking about how things would be so much easier to deal with tonight if I could have just one sip.