When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(108)

Damn, Amanda looked hot. She’s wearing that short denim skirt that I love. Pair it with a revealing top that makes her tits look phenomenal and I’m practically drooling. I want to bury myself in her and disappear for at least a few hours. After taking a few confident steps towards her I remember I have something to do. The alcohol is my driver of destruction tonight. If I remember correctly, not even thirty minutes ago I was planning on avoiding Kennedy. The tequila is making me think otherwise.

“Where’s Kennedy at?” I ask anyone who’s willing to listen. Amanda pushes off the counter with her eyes zeroed in on me as she sways her hips towards me.

Oh boy, this should be interesting as it always is with Amanda.

“Are you okay?” Amanda asks with obvious concern.

“I’m fine. I just need to find Kennedy. Have you seen her?” I can tell I’m swaying. My suspicion is confirmed when Amanda sticks her arm out to stabilize me.

“She was in the living room last time I saw her. With Dan and Violet. Are you sure you’re okay? Jesus, you can barely stand up on your own.” She catches my elbow with cat like reflex. I’m using the small table in the hallway to keep my balance. I’m a shit show.

“Quit worrying about me. Last time I checked you usually are only worried about where my dick is headed, now if you’ll excuse me.” I turn on her leaving the kitchen and her behind. Not before I see her mouth wide open.

Just how I always use to like it.

I stumble through the hallway until I find Kennedy sitting on a chair talking quietly to Violet. Her eyes light up when they fall on me. They quickly fall when she witnesses me running into the wall with my shoulder. It’s painfully obvious that I’m drunk. She has no idea why I am in the state I am. That it is all her fault. My life was just fine the way it was before she had to jump in front of my car. Now look at it. My life’s a fucking mess.

Kennedy jumps from her seat causing Violet to turn in our direction. She grabs ahold of my chin the moment she’s in front of me forcing me to look up at her.

“What’s wrong, Graham? You look a mess,” she questions with concern in her voice.

It’s pretty funny how she’s now all of a sudden concerned for me. She couldn’t bothered being concerned when she went and ran her mouth to Coach.

“What’s wrong with me?” I spit out with a mouth full of venom. “What’s wrong with me, Kennedy?” I push out between breaths. Honestly, I’m trying to stay calm. I truly am. I know my anger is making its way to the surface. Having her stand in front of me looking all helpless and cute isn’t helping her cause. She is anything, but innocent here.

I brush her hands off of me walking by her into the room where everyone is now gathering to watch my melt down.

“I’ll give you one guess what’s wrong with me, Ken. It has something to do with a certain aspect of my life that I would have preferred to keep hidden. Does that ring a fucking bell to you or are you too stupid to know that you completely fucked my life up by coming into it?” I yell as I turn around to face her again.

Kennedy’s face drops as she takes a step towards me.

“Graham, let’s talk somewhere alone. You’re clearly drunk and I know you’re upset, but you have to understand why I did what I did,” Kennedy whispers trying not to draw a crowd. It’s too late by the volume of my voice.

Violet comes around the couch leaving Dan sitting stunned. He’s watching the way I’m behaving in disbelief. She stands by Kennedy’s side holding onto one of her arms with a worried expression on her face when she looks at her best friend. I’m only warranted a death glare that is almost enough to make me cower. I still don’t find it in myself to care.

When I turn to look into Kennedy’s eyes I see tears fighting to come forth. I haven’t seen her cry in a long time. I prefer it that way. At least I used to, now I’m not so sure if I even have a reason to care. She stands there with her best friend by her side and everyone we know watching us. Kennedy’s eyes never drop from mine until I make her by saying things that I probably don’t truly mean. The words seem to fit how I feel no matter how bad they sting coming out of my mouth.

“Did you not hear me? You completely fucked my life up. You stuck your nose in something that isn’t your business. You live in this bubble where everything is sunshine and rainbows when some of us have real problems,” I yell turning my back on her again.

I went too far this time. Fuck.

“You don’t think I know that. I think we both know that I understand what real problems are. If you’d get your head out of your ass you would see that everything I have done has been for you,” Kennedy shouts back shrugging Violet’s arm away from her. She starts to walk towards me. “God dammit, Graham. This isn’t like you.”

“This is who I am. Maybe for a little while I let you believe that I was different, but this is Graham Black. I drink, I play baseball, and I fuck a different girl every weekend. I suggest you get used to it because this is the only one you’ll be seeing from now on,” I shout throwing my arms in the air. Violet wraps her arms around Kennedy just as she’s beginning to fall apart in front of everyone. Her shoulders slump down as her whole body convulses with the release of every tear.

I don’t look back as I walk out of the living room. I can hear enough. Kennedy’s crying, more like sobbing and it’s my fault. Maybe what I said to her was harsh. It was partly true. A part of me believed what I said. Just a small part of me, probably the drunkest part of me believed that Kennedy is wrong about me after all. The guy I described just then was the old Graham. The Graham that I thought I was before Kennedy came along ruining everything I believed to be true.