When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(29)
They are sitting on one of the couches in the living room watching Violet play guitar hero against Dan when he leans over to whisper something in her ear. One hand is on her thigh making its way to the hem of her dress. She giggles loudly at what he’s saying. A soft blush covers her cheeks as he stands up holding a hand out to her before helping her up to her feet. She can’t stand up on her own, that much is obvious.
I have zero intentions of watching Kennedy go off with Craig to god knows where to do god knows what. I get up to leave the room and run smack dab into Amanda by the front door.
“Are you leaving?” she asks with a bright eager smile.
“Yeah, are you coming with?” I grab her arm and steer her out of the house without waiting for an answer. I know what it will be. I don’t need to waste time with the pleasantries.
I should be stricken with guilt for using Amanda in the way that I am. Somehow I have let my frustrations with Kennedy bubble over and I have every intention of using Amanda as my own personal stress ball. She has never minded before, but the way her eyes lit up when I asked her to leave with me told me differently. It would have been simpler to just go home to take a cold shower. Amanda was standing there in my pathway dragging me back to what is easier.
Amanda is my last ditch effort in blocking the thoughts of Craig and Kennedy together. The way she had laughed at whatever he whispered in her ear while they were sitting on the couch got under my skin. Jealousy, true honest to god in your gut jealousy, isn’t a feeling even a girl like Amanda can dull. I sure as hell was going to let her try.
Chapter Seventeen
-Kennedy-
Light, pain, and shame is the only words that come to mind at this very moment in my life. I officially hate myself, like really despise myself. I made poor choices last night according to my throbbing headache and achy bones.
What happened last night? And where am I? Too afraid to physically open my eyes I reach out to try to get my hands on something, anything that might give me a clue as to where I’m currently laying. I clearly still have my dress on even though it’s hiked up to my hips. Maybe Violet carried me out to her car last night and brought me back to her house. As observant as I am, even I can tell that I am definitely in a bed with a down comforter, not Violet’s familiar silk purple blanket. I take a moment to collect my thoughts before daring myself to open my eyes. There’s only fear of seeing what’s waiting for me on the other side of my eyelids.
“Oh god!” I whisper under my breath once I actually open my eyes and see him lying next to me. What did I do? Luckily my crutches are leaning against the nightstand. I grab them attempting not to make too much noise in fear of waking him. With the morning light shining through the windows, I don’t have the energy to face him without knowing how I got in his bed to begin with. Violet’s going to die for leaving me at his disposal.
I get to the door before I hear his body wrestling around under the covers. I turn back adjusting my dress to cover up my exposed legs as much as possible. A strain smile was all I had to give when he opens his eyes to look at me. His bare chest is excellently on display with the blanket strategically covering right above where his mesh gym shorts land on his trim hips. A girl would have to be blind to not notice an impeccable body like his. The perfect V dip where his abs slid down into his waistband peeked out to distract me.
What was that called anyway? Oh never mind. Just pull yourself together, Kennedy. This is Craig Daniel’s for Christ sakes. Man whore extraordinaire.
I may be innocent, but I am far from blind. I keep finding myself saying that lately, don’t I? Craig’s the type of guy who knows that he’s trouble and girls fall at his every word much like they did with Graham. Why is it always the bad boys with the killer bodies and soulful deceiving eyes who pull the girls in? You’d think females as a whole species would have figured this out by now.
Craig ran his hand through his tousled blonde hair pulling my attention back to his face. “Sneaking out? I’m usually the one doing that,” he smiles trying to be playful, but it comes across as more threatening. It’s too early for this kind of banter and my head is now pounding like there’s a family of elephants taking up residency.
“I was just going to go find Violet is all.” I look around the room at the mess that’s below my feet. It looks like a bomb went off in here. There are piles of clothes and stacks of magazines. Not to mention the heap of video game counsels and games stacked in the corner. Guys are disgusting.
“Kennedy, it’s okay. I don’t need an explanation.” His grin got larger with every word. I feel like I’m out of the loop on something. He rubs his eyes to help force himself awake. I don’t know what to say now so I keep my attention on anything but him. I’m not sure exactly what had happened last night. The grin that reaches all the way to his eyes tells me that we didn’t just fall asleep next to each other.
Oh god, please do not let me have lost my virginity the same night I had my first kiss and not remember it. I don’t want to be that girl.
“We didn’t…Umm…” I point between the two of us nervously avoiding eye contact with him, fearful of what he might say.
He laughs at my awkwardness. “No we didn’t. Not that I would’ve been against it, but you were pretty wasted and I try to avoid taking advantage of helpless girls,” Craig explains with a sweet grin. “I brought you up here once everyone started clearing out and Violet seemed pretty occupied with Dan. I figured it was safer for you to sleep it off in here instead of down there with the rest of them.”