When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(31)
“Not again. Where the hell is Dan at? He has my dress.” She throws the middle finger up at Craig who’s now leaning up against the railing smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
I glance back over towards him swatting him on the stomach. “This has happened before?” I asked in shock.
“Every time,” he grins at me. “Violet, check the boat house. I bet he’s passed out in there.”
Violet jumps up from the lawn chair prancing down to the boat house leaving Craig and I alone again. I wish I had an ounce of her boldness. I’m beginning to understand why I have avoided coming here with Violet for so long. Parties like Craig’s are filled with low self-esteem and debauchery.
I can’t believe I let myself drink that much last night and slept in Craig’s bed. This is not something that I did and Craig knows it by the way he’s looking at me from his spot against the railing. I feel corrupted and a bit ashamed of myself. Those aren’t great feelings to start off the day.
“You’re never coming back, are you?” Craig leans forward with his eyes intently on me. Every muscle in his abdomen flexes gaining my attention. I had to fight back the urge to reach out and run my hands down his body. What has gotten into me?
“We’ll see. I don’t exactly belong here,” I smile at him and this time it’s genuine. He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t need to. We both know it’s true. We sit in silence until we hear Violet shouting to Dan in the boat house to get him to wake up. A few minutes later she walks out wearing her dress and a big smile on her face. I can see the questions piling up in her head. She’s going to have a field day with this.
“Oh girl, you and I need to have a much needed conversation,” Violet winks at me in encouragement. She throws her hand up to high five Craig as she walks by straight into the house without stopping. I follow after her. Craig stays back, but I hear him say something about talking to me later.
Doubtful.
“Oh Kennedy, hold on a second,” Craig yells racing into the house to catch up to us. Violet shrugs her shoulders in confusion as he tucks a long strand of hair behind my ear then leans down and kisses me. I know I should step back out of his reach, but I’m stunned stupid and if I’m being honest, I don’t want him to stop. He pulls his lips from mine too soon. “Violet’s right, you know. It’s huge.”
Craig leaves me standing in his kitchen while Violet laughs her ass off uttering nonsense under her breath about how she knew he was bound to have a big dick and that I was in so much trouble. The ride back to her house is quiet. By the look on my face, she can tell that I’m in desperate need of some food in my stomach. We walk into her kitchen and as soon as I have my bagel smothered with cream cheese she starts rattling off question after question.
“Slow down. One question at a time and you have to promise not to judge,” I demand taking a giant bite of my bagel.
“I just had to exchange a flannel shirt for my dress with a guy who I slept with last night. I am hardly in the position to judge you,” she laughs pouring two glasses of orange juice handing one to me. “Now, what happened with Craig?”
I let out a long breath. “That’s where my night gets foggy. I remember playing beer pong with him. I also remember watching you play guitar hero and him getting rather handsy, but everything after that goes blank.” I pause to think about the night for a minute. Violet patiently waits for me to piece it all together on my own. “Wait! That’s when we went upstairs.”
“Did you sleep with him? Oh my god! You must be sore. Becky told me she could barely walk afterwards.” Violet’s eyes are wide with excitement. I roll mine at her because what am I supposed to say to that?
“Pull yourself together. Nothing like that happened. He said we only kissed and I’d hope I would remember losing my virginity. I was too drunk basically to function on my own which is probably one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.” I confess picking at the bagel in front of me taking another big bite. “I’m never drinking like that again. This is your fault.” I point at Violet who’s leaning against the counter across from me with her eyes down casted towards me.
“It is not my fault. I wasn’t holding your hand up those stairs. That was all you and all that sexual tension trying to rip its way out of you at any cost. How is it possible that you’re still holding tight to your virginity? Are we still waiting for someone special?”
I looked over the rim of my glass before taking a big gulp avoiding her question. “I have a question though.” I took a deep breath before asking. I didn’t want to throw a red flag up too quickly. “Was I talking to Graham last night?” I have a feeling that something happened last night, but putting my finger on it seemed to be the problem. A big cloud of fog is blocking a lot of the night from breaking through.
“Yes, you guys looked like you were arguing about something. He didn’t seem very happy. In fact he looked pretty freaking pissed all night. What was that all about anyways? I meant to ask you last night, but got a little…busy,” Violet asks. I didn’t know how to answer her.
“I was upset with him earlier this week about an assignment in Government class, so I’m sure it was about that,” I lie refusing to look at her. Violet always can tell when I am lying. Thankfully she leaves it at that. The hangover must be slowing down her perception.