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“About what?”
“Her dumb ass boyfriend.” I didn’t think it would be helpful to mention that the fight also had to do with the Davenports.
“She’s dating him now?”
I stilled and looked up, noting the tension that now bracketed his eyes. Fuck. On account of the tequila I wasn’t selecting my words carefully. “I’m sorry, Barrett.”
“It’s cool. We’re not together anymore. She can fuck whoever she wants.”
Ouch. “If it’s any consolation, he’s a total tool.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “It’s not.”
I studied him for a long minute, still not fully understanding why two people who obviously liked each other couldn’t work their shit out.
The waitress arrived with more shots and I lifted mine. “To alcohol,” I toasted.
Two hours later we had relocated to a tavern on 59th. I could barely walk, but Barrett proved an excellent holder-upper.
“Are you jealous of all the attention Hale’s getting?” I slurred, chasing my straw with my mouth as it dubiously escaped.
We were piled into a booth that faced a stage. Instruments were set up as if a band were about to play but there were no musicians in sight. Classic rock pumped from the speakers.
“Jealous? Of Hale?”
“They’re talking about making him smexiest man alive.” I sloshed my cocktail, too smashed to recall what was in my cup. “He’s very dreamy, you know?” I snorted. “I’d do him.”
“No way is Hale making the cut. I’ve been on that list for years and never won.”
I laughed, because he was clearly jealous. Barrett had always been the pretty one—or the hot one, as Elle used to call him. Now, Hale was stealing his thunder.
“The world’s wondering what the hell he’s doing with me.” So not to spill my drink, I leaned forward and sipped from my straw without actually lifting my glass off the table. “I’m his Lord Farquaad, which I’m pretty sure is supposed to sound like Lord Fuck-wad.”
“Who?”
“This short king dude on Shrek. Hale’s the perfect princess.”
“You didn’t really pay attention during that movie, did you?”
I shrugged. “Why? Do you think I’m more of an ogre?” The tabloids had said as much.
“What are you talking about? You’re the hot factor. Before he was with you, he was just boring old Hale. You elevated him.”
“I’m not an elevator.”
He laughed. “You know what I mean.”
I shut one eye and squinted at him. “Not really.”
“The world wants what they can’t have, Meyers. You took him off the market and made him more desirable.”
“I did that?” I asked, plastering my hand to my chest.
“You did that.”
My insides turned warm and gooey. “Well, the world can eat a dick. He’s my Hale. I found him first.”
His mouth curved ever so slightly as he studied me. “He’s always been lucky.”
