Until Trevor (Until, #2)(9)

“So do you want one?” Bill asks again, and I look over at him and shake my head. I’m tipsy already, and want to go home. It doesn’t help that I never wanted to be here to begin with. But standing out in the cool night air in a tank top, listening to some girl talk about how she’s going to try and trap one of the Mayson boys by getting knocked up, and that she doesn’t care which one it is, just as long as one of them is her baby-daddy, I know I need to go home. “Here, take my hoodie,” Bill says, taking off his red college hoodie and putting it over my head. “You look so cute,” he says, leaning in like he’s going to try to kiss me, so I lean back.

“I’ll be back,” I mumble, looking away from him and towards where my car’s parked.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, its fine. I’ll be right back,” I say, leaving the warmth of the bonfire, heading in the direction of my car. I have no idea what I'm doing, but hiding seems smart at this point. “Me and my stupid, stupid brain, thinking that I could go out with Bill and forget about Trevor. Ha! That’s a joke, if I ever heard one. Oh no, what if it’s like, some weird virus, and I'm like, addicted to him? I mean, that girl was going to trap him, or any Mayson by having a baby. What if I become crazy and try to do that too?”

“Who are you talking to?”

I scream, jumping back, and end up falling on my ass. When I look up, I see the cause of all of my problems standing over me. “You scared the crap out of me.” I glare at him; he ignores me, pulling me up.

“How’s your bottom?” he asks, pulling me closer.

“Stop!” I yell, as he starts patting my butt where dirt and twigs are now stuck.

“You’re dirty, baby; just trying to help,” he says, holding up his hands in front of him.

“It’s fine. I’ll get it,” I grumble, dusting myself off. Trevor leans forward and his eyes narrow.

“Whose sweatshirt is this?” he asks, tugging at it with a look of disgust on his face.

“Bill’s,” I say, starting to walk around Trevor; but before I can make it two steps, I'm upside-down over his shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down right now.” I kick my feet, trying to get him to put me down, but nothing is working. Then I'm right side up, but sitting on the tail of his truck. “Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?” I ask, then Bill’s sweatshirt is gone. “Hey, I was wearing that!” Suddenly, I'm wearing a hoodie that smells like Trevor; my senses go into over drive. “What are you doing?” I repeat, as he pulls my hands through the sleeves of his grey work–hoodie. Oh great, the Mayson logo on it, along with his name.

“You smell like that douche,” he says, looking irritated as he rolls the sleeves up on his sweatshirt. “Are you drunk?” he asks, leaning forward and looking into my eyes.

“I'm not drunk,” I whisper; having him this close and smelling him all around me is playing havoc on my intoxicated state.

“I'm taking you home,” he pulls me off the back of his truck and leads me to the passenger side.

“I'm staying here,” I tell him, trying to pull free. I don’t want to stay, but I really don’t want to go with him.

“You’re drunk. It’s late and I’m taking you home.”

“I'm not drunk. I can’t leave my car here, plus I drove Bill.”

He starts laughing, looking around. “So you’re here with that guy? He let you drive here, and he let you wander off drunk?” I see his jaw clench.

“Last time I checked, there wasn’t a law about women driving; and not only that, but I didn’t wander off. I'm not a dog who needs to be on a leash,” I say, becoming angry.

“I never said you were; I'm saying that if he was with you, then he should be making sure that you’re okay.”

“I was going to my car; I wasn’t going to wander in the woods, Trevor.”

“Just let me take you home, okay?”

I let out a long breath. “I’ll have Bill take me,” I tell him, trying to compromise.

“No, I'm taking you.”

“I drove him here. I can’t leave him stranded out here.”

“I'm sure that Tammy will give him a ride.” I scrunch up my nose, wondering who Tammy is, and why she would give Bill a ride. Then I look in the direction of the bonfire and see Bill sitting on a large boulder with a red-haired girl in a very, very short skirt, who I assume is Tammy, straddling his waist.

“Okay! So she will give him a ride, but I still need to get my car home.” Trevor looks at me like I should be crying over Bill and Tammy, but I honestly couldn’t care less.

“I’ll have Cash come and take your car home.”

“Okay, but aren’t you going to miss out on the party?” I say, looking around.

“No, Mike told me you were here, so when you didn’t answer my calls, I came to make sure that you were okay.”

“You came all the way out here to check on me?”

He shrugs, looking a little uncomfortable. “It’s what friends do; I'm going to be your best friend.”

“I don’t want you to be my best friend. I don’t really even want you to be my friend,” I say, wondering if I’ve been sucked into Trevor’s universe by some unseen force.