Blasphemous (Torn #3)(47)
“I knew you were back, but I haven’t seen you around campus. How have you been? Congratulations on that movie role. I know it’s old news, but I’m saying it anyway.”
“Thanks; I’m doing good. I’m just taking a semester off to unwind for a bit,” I lied effortlessly.
I had a class with him before. We flirted the entire time, but nothing happened. After I met Carter, Jeremy and his flirtatious smiles disappeared.
“Listen, I was actually on my way out to my cousin’s party, but I had to say hi when I saw you. I was hoping you’d like to meet me for coffee Monday afternoon?”
Like a date? “I actually have to meet a friend of mine for lunch in LA. I don’t know what time that’ll finish.”
“I could meet you in LA, if you want. I don’t mind driving that far to see you.” His clear-green eyes waited for me to accept his offer.
I guess, I really should start dating again. Saddened that I had to force myself to do it, but it was time. “Sure. Just text me when you’re in town, then we can go from there,” I said after we exchanged digits. After a quick goodbye, I strode out of there.
Sipping my drink as I looked for my people. There were tons of fresh faces around that I hadn’t seen before. I stopped in my tracks when I found Carter—dressed as himself—laughing at what Marilyn Monroe had just told him.
Okay, calm the heck down, I tried to reason with myself when I felt a little jealousy pop out of nowhere. Carter was entitled to do as he pleased, so I shouldn’t be bothered by it…
I dashed out of there before Carter spotted me, declining a few offers from some drunken men along the way as I weaved towards the backyard of the house. It consisted of a massive glass patio with a nice view of the beach. Relief coursed through me when I found Trista and Taylor chatting with Brody, drinks in hand. “Finally! People I know!” I sighed.
The guys just stared at me, as did Trista. “What?!”
“I’ve never seen you with dark hair.” Trista kept staring at me with a weird expression.
“So?”
“With those suffocated knockers and that contoured chunky ass, you look like every guy’s wet dream come to life, right?” she questioned Taylor, then Brody.
Both men shrugged nonchalantly and drank their beer.
“Where’s Lindsey?” Brody wondered out loud as he looked around the area.
“Last I checked, she was dancing with the new guy from the Rowing Team,” Trista supplied with a mischievous smile.
“f*uk, man!” Brody cursed before going back inside the house just as Trista’s phone started shrilling.
When we heard Trista’s phone ring for the second time consecutively, I finally snapped, “Aren’t you going to get that? That could be important!”
“It’s my mother. I know it’s still early to think of Christmas, but she needs time to process things, so I told her this morning that I wasn’t going to spend the holidays with them this year. Of course, she reacted as if I told her that her priest was gay. I know it’s a special time of the year, but we don’t do shit! We don’t talk much even. I just don’t see why she’s making a big deal out of it.”
“Well, how about you invite them to you, then? I’m sure they’d appreciate you offering, even if they end up not going, you know?” I gently suggested the idea.
“That’s actually brilliant, Emma! Let me just call Bass to check if he’s okay with that. I’ll be back in a second.” Taylor pulled out his phone, dialing as he walked towards the beach.
Bass. What did Bass have to do with it?
I suppose my face was a mirror of my thoughts because Trista gave me a sad smile. “Taylor spends his Christmas with Bass at his cabin in Switzerland.”
Oh, I never knew that. Trista was going to spend time with him...
Taylor came back and handed the phone to Trista. “He wants to say hi.”
Now, I was jealous. I wanted to scream “what about me?” just as Trista greeted the love of my life. “How’s Canada treating ya, BC?” She then laughed at something he said. “Nah… he’s dressed as Scarface. Yeah, you bet! Of course, Bass. Yes, thank you. I’ll ask them tomorrow. Awesome! See you in six weeks, sweetie. Bye.” Trista was grinning like an idiot as she handed the phone back to its owner.
“Do you always have to blush when you talk to Bass?” Taylor shook his head in confusion.
Trista gave him a big kiss whilst slapping his ass. “Baby, I adore every single part of you, but what kind of question is that?” she asked it like it was already a given since it was Bass Cole and every damn woman on the planet would’ve reacted the same.
“Women,” Taylor murmured before he excused himself to get another beer.
“Hey!” Trista stopped him before he managed to enter the house. “Let’s take a picture really quick before we end up all drunk tonight!”
So, we posed for a picture with a drunk Magneto as our cameraperson. “One. Two. Three. Say, bitch please!”
After a few clicks, Magneto and Scarface strode inside to get some booze, talking about hair gel?
Word.
“Hey, hey, heeeeey! Here’s my pu**y dolls!” Lindsey sashayed her way towards us, obviously tipsy. “What y’all doing here, hmm? Let’s see!” She snatched Trista’s phone before giggling, hard. “Trista! You bad, bad, naughty you.” Then they both started laughing.