When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(57)
“Kennedy, you coming over tonight?” Craig shouts to her as she starts to get in her car.
Without missing a beat Kennedy looks directly at me. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Violet and Dan owe us a rematch,” she winks at him. She winks at him? I suppose I deserve that. She turns her eyes onto me with an empty glare before jumping into her car and starting it. Her eyes were empty when she looked at me. She no longer looks at me as if I am worth something. I’m nothing.
A few of the guys slap Craig on the back congratulating him on scoring someone as innocent as Kennedy the minute we all are done showering. I grip the door of my locker trying to stifle my anger before I rip it off of its hinges and bash it against Craig’s pretty little face. Mark watches me unraveling in front of him. He shakes his head, slaps me on the shoulder as he strides by.
“She’s the kind that you marry, Bro. If your eyes are saying what I think they are saying then don’t let that little asshole near her innocence, understand me?” Mark whispers shutting the door to his locker.
The party is in full swing by the time I arrive. It’s the usual scene. There’s the usual beer pong table set up in the dining room, a group playing Xbox in the living room and the kegs safely tucked in the kitchen. People are scattered everywhere flirting and bumping into each other on purpose. Amanda finds me quickly like she’s a search and missal. She doesn’t waste any time by slinging her arm around my waist clearly intoxicated beyond the point where it’s necessary.
“What can I do for you Amanda?” I say annoyed not bothering to try to hide it. I can’t blame my predicament on her, but it sure as hell feels good to pretend I can.
“I think you know what you can do for me,” she propositions biting down on her lip.
Jesus Christ.
“Does it ever get old for you? This whole ‘Let me throw myself at you and hopefully you’ll pick up the pieces’ thing? You look desperate and it’s not as cute as you think it is.” Clearly I could have sugarcoated that a bit better seeing how I was just inside of her a few hours before. That is truly as sweet as it was going to get tonight.
Amanda’s always been my weakness. She’s easy and present, so I constantly jumped on the opportunity. Not anymore. I don’t care if Kennedy hates me. I’m not going to use Amanda like that anymore.
I slipped up today and I fell back into my old routine after Kennedy and I argued in the hallway at school. I’ve never been one to make up excuses and I’m not planning on starting now. I did what I did and there is nothing I can do to take it back. Now I’m living with the consequences of my actions. The only thing that I can do is try to prove to Kennedy that I am sorry, once again.
The room goes quiet, too quiet. I look only at Amanda to try to drive my point home. Her eyes start to water. Even though I feel some form of remorse I know that this is the only way to prove to her that what I said is true.
“You’re an asshole, Graham. You know that?” she says before slapping me across the face with the fury only a scorned woman is capable of.
I look around the room to see that everyone’s eyes are locked on me. I can’t find it in myself to even care. I’m used to being this guy. That hasn’t seem to deter any of the girls from trying to climb on my lap every chance they can get. I doubt one public display of assholeness would change any of their minds about trying to get in my bed.
Walking through the crowded party I can feel everyone’s gaze burning into the back of my head. Their curiosity is apparent. I step onto the back deck to see Kennedy and Violet huddled against the railing talking in a low whisper.
“I’m just going to go inside,” Violet explains with a wink directed straight at me. It’s damn obvious that Kennedy has indulged our situation to her best friend by the looks Violet’s been sending me all week.
I stand next to Kennedy as we both stay silent until I break the quiet that’s looming between us. “I’m not going to apologize to you. I know it won’t make any difference. I regret what I did. Just thought you should know that,” I explain easily with a clear voice to make sure she doesn’t miss a single part of my apology. I need her to know that I’m taking this mistake seriously. Apologizing isn’t something I’m used to.
“I heard what you did to Amanda in there. That wasn’t fair to her, you catching her off guard like that,” she whispers running her hand over a piece of splintered wood on the railing. I’d do anything to get her to look up at me.
“Are you defending her?” I question in pure shock.
Kennedy’s head snaps up to look at me in surprise. “I just know how it feels to want you and know that it will never happen because you’re too stupid to realize what’s in front of you. I just know how she must have felt when you laid it all out there for her to understand. Luckily, I figured it out before I slept with you.” Kennedy stands up straight moving to have her back turned on me.
“You’re nothing like Amanda. It’s different.” I beg for her understanding.
Kennedy whips her body around to face me with a fight in her eyes. “Explain to me how it’s different because I don’t see it. You go around saying these things to these poor girls, me being included in that group now all thanks to you, and expect there not to be a reaction from us. I believed everything you said to me. Everything Graham, every last god damn word. You proved me wrong. The first little bump in our ‘relationship’ you jump ship and find comfort in Amanda’s pants. You are exactly who you said you were. I was just blinded by who I wanted you to be.”