“Not tonight. You need to sleep this off.” I take her arm. “Let’s go outside. The car’s probably here.”
I’d rather make Scarlett take her, but she ran off. She doesn’t want to deal with Aubrey either, even though they claim to be best friends.
As we’re waiting out front for the car to show up, Aubrey shoves my chest. “You better not fuck some other girl after I leave!”
She’s entering her angry drunk phase. When she’s had too much to drink, she alternates between clingy and angry, which are both annoying.
“It’s here.” I motion the car to pull around the circular driveway. It stops next to us, and I open the door for Aubrey. “Get some rest.”
She gets in the car and reaches up to kiss me, but I quickly back away and shut the door. The car drives off, and I breathe a sigh of relief that I don’t have to deal with her for the rest of the night.
I remain outside while I check my phone. A text pops up.
Sorry to disappoint you, asshole, but Charlotte couldn’t make it to your little house of horrors. You’ll have to torture someone else tonight.
The text is from Charlotte’s phone, but Ella is obviously the one who sent it. Charlotte would be too scared to send that. I wonder what Ella told Charlotte to get her to change her mind about the party. I wonder if she told her about the threats I made. If so, it won’t matter. I could easily get Charlotte back on my side. All I’d have to do is give her a smile and look in her eyes and she’d be putty in my hands. Hell, just having me notice her would be enough to win her over.
“What are you doing out here?” Parker asks, coming up beside me, a bottle of beer in his hand.
“I sent Aubrey home. She was about to puke.”
“You didn’t want to take her yourself?”
“And have her puke in my car? Yeah, I’ll pass.” I swipe through my phone. “I might be done with her. I didn’t even want to be around her tonight.”
“Suck it up because you’re not breaking up with her. You piss off Aubrey, you’ll piss off Scarlett, and I’m not dealing with that shit.”
“I’m not staying with Aubrey just because you’re afraid to stand up to your girlfriend.”
“I’m not afraid to stand up to her. I just don’t want to deal with her yelling at me because of you.”
“Then find someone else. You don’t like Scarlett that much anyway.”
“I like her. I just don’t like dealing with her when she’s angry.” He takes a drink of his beer. “So what happened with Charlotte? I thought she’d be here by now.”
“Ella talked her out of it.”
He chuckles. “Charlotte’s got her own bodyguard? Is she really that afraid of us?”
“Hell, yeah. Every time we get near her, she runs away.”
“Then how’d you get her to agree to come to the party?”
I point to myself, a smug grin on my face. “She sees this coming at her, how could she say no?”
“But Trailer Girl ruined it.”
“Like she always does,” I mutter.
“So what’s the plan? What are we doing to Ella?”
“We’re not. I told you I’m taking over. I don’t need help on this. I can handle her.”
“And why again are you doing this?”
“Because she pissed me off. I asked her to do one simple thing and she wouldn’t do it.”
“What’d you ask her to do?”
