When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(27)
“What’s going on, man? We didn’t think you’d make it out tonight,” Mark fills up my solo cup with beer slapping me on the back.
“Figured I’d come out for a little while at least,” I answer scanning the room pretending to see who has all came out tonight. I am only looking for one though. I don’t believe she’ll actually show up tonight. She’s truthfully the only reason why I came in the first place. A few girls on the cheerleading team are pouring rows of shots for everyone in reaching distance from the center island. They hand them out with eagerness. We all throw them back without bothering to ask what the clear liquid is.
Tequila.
Not my favorite, but it always gets the job done.
“Amanda’s been looking for you. She’s somewhere around here,” Dan announces scanning the room looking for her. “She is looking pretty hot too.”
“You know who else is looking hot?” Mark adds with an approving head nod. “Kennedy.”
“Kennedy Conrad?” Dan questions. “She was sexy as hell at the talent show.” He winks at me and my stomach churns. I’m usually the one being suggestive about the girls at school. I feel protective of Kennedy, not liking what the other are insinuating. She isn’t like all of the girls that are always hanging around. Kennedy would blush in a second if she heard the things the guys were saying about her.
“I’m going to go walk around,” I say chugging my beer. I fill it back up before walking out onto the back porch. That will be all for me tonight. I think I’ve learned my lesson on drinking. The back yard is already cluttered with drunks who couldn’t quite make it to their cars to sleep it off. Been there. Done that.
I scan the back yard not seeing Kennedy anywhere. Where is she? I just walked through the whole house and didn’t see her or Violet. Surely wherever Violet was, Kennedy wouldn’t be too far behind. I hear footsteps encroaching behind me and I turn to see Becky who has clearly had one too many shots. Typical Becky fashion.
“Gra…Graham…” Becky lets a long sigh out trying to sound sexy. She is past the point of being adorably drunk and heading straight for hot-mess territory with her mascara smeared under both of her eyes.
“Hi Becky. You look like you’re having fun,” I shake my head in disbelief that I once fell hard for this type of behavior.
“Not really, but you’re here now so I guess my lucks about to change.” She stands in front of me wrapping her arms around my waist rubbing her fingers along my waist band. “I’ve missed you.”
I know that it is the alcohol talking. This was her usual thing. Becky is known for getting drunk then throwing herself at anything that would take her up on the offer. At one point I was one of those guys. It was second semester our sophomore year when we started hooking up. She’s beautiful when she’s sober, with long dark brown hair and honey colored eyes. Not to mention a body of a Calvin Klein model, but when she gets drunk she becomes a mess. It isn’t cute, but most guys don’t seem to care. She has what guys want and she is putting it out there. You can’t really blame any of us for scooping it up.
I look down into her big doe eyes and immediately feel guilty for how I had treated her sophomore year. “Becky, why don’t you sit down for a second?” I usher her over to the bench. Where’s this guilt coming from?
“Are you…going to sit with me?” She slurs every other word.
“Sure. Just sit down and chill out for a minute.” Becky entertains my request, but quickly goes into overdrive and tries to unbutton my jeans. I jump up from the bench we are sitting on. “That’s not going to happen, sweetheart.”
She looks confused and rejected. “Graham, come on. You and I both know what’s going to happen tonight.”
“You pulling yourself together is the only thing that’s going to happen. Splash water on that pretty face of yours and get Amanda to take you home.” I walk away leaving her staring in my direction. Hell, once again I am confused with what I am doing and saying and feeling.
What has gotten in to me? I would have never turned down someone like Becky, but I just had without thinking twice. It isn’t my MO to hook up with shit faced girls, but I have never taken much time to think about it either. I didn’t sleep with everyone that threw themselves at me or else I would have an even more obnoxious list than I already do, but I’m not in the department of being picky either.
Sex isn’t personal to me. It never has been. I never understood the harm in sleeping with different girls every weekend, until now. The way Becky looks at me as if she expects me to throw her over my shoulder and go into the first available bedroom makes me feel irresponsible. Is that how I’ve always treated the girls I’ve hooked up with?
After I leave Becky sitting on the porch I walk around the side of the house to the front. I find Amanda leaning up against the railing. She’s surrounded by a few guys from the football team and everyone moves along once they see my tall figure approaching.
“I was wondering when you’d show up,” she runs up throws her arms around me.
“You need to go get Becky and take her home. She’s a drunken mess,” I unhook her hands from around my back. “She tried unbuttoning my pants on the back porch.”
Amanda laughs. “She’ll be fine and it’s not the first time she’s unbuttoned your pants, babe. She practically sucked your dick in the middle of Skylar’s sixteenth birthday party.” She looks annoyed by my concern, rolling her eyes.