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I delete the last one before I hit Send, then shake my head.
Fuck this. I’m spiralling down that rabbit hole. I stagger to my feet and Summer protests as she falls on her arse.
Huh. I forgot she was even there. Sorry, I guess.
I hit one person, or three, as I walk on unsteady feet, still gripping the bottle of vodka in my hand.
It takes me what feels like an hour before I finally find who I’m looking for. Cole sits beside the poker table, watching a game between Elites’ team members. His face is calm, almost interested in what he’s watching, but I know he’s fucking pissed off because of a certain someone.
He and I are the same on so many levels. But I’m way worse because I’m fucked up in the head and need someone to stop my thoughts from going in that direction.
“Yo, fuckers.” I raise my bottle, making a show of my drunk state.
Cole’s at my face in a second, gripping me by the nape. He smiles at the others, but when his green eyes fall on mine, they turn deadly.
It’s weird how he has the same eye colour as her, but his hold no beauty at all. Hers can be the reason for my free fall to hell.
“Your eye colour is fucking ugly,” I say.
“What do you think you’re doing, Knight?” he asks with a harsh undertone. “We have a game tomorrow and you’re hammered.”
“Ronan knew and he didn’t stop me. If I’m going to the corner, send him with me, Captain.” I laugh, even though I meant to smile. That’s what happens when you’re drunk – you sort of lose control over your actions.
“Jesus.” He punches me across the face, but it’s not mean like what I hoped for. He’s only doing it to make me sober up.
It’s enough to fill my thoughts with pain instead of the hell trying to break loose in there.
“Go sober up.”
“Yes, Captain.” I grin.
“The bottle.” He extends his hand and I put it in there. “The fuck is wrong with you lately?”
“Your eyes,” I slur.
“My eyes?” I swear he’s smirking in one of the two versions standing in front of me.
“No, not your eyes. The colour. Fucking green.” I slap my palms against his cheeks, smushing his face with the motion. “Why green, though? Just why?”
“Are you going to kiss?” Aiden’s bored voice brings me out from my spiritual questioning.
My vision is slow as I turn towards him. He’s wrapping an arm around Elsa’s waist and tucking her to his side as if he’s ready to kidnap her out of here any second – which will probably happen. Her goth sister with a tendency for sarcasm, Teal, is standing by her side, wearing a T-shirt that reads, I don’t want to be here.
Then get out of the fucking door, sis.
Oh, wait. She won’t, because she’s a masochist like me.
Teal and Elsa are blushing as they watch me and Cole.
Aiden brings out his phone and directs it at us. “Let me commemorate the moment.”
That’s when I realise the position Cole and I are in. I’m grabbing him by the cheeks and he’s staring at me with a bored expression that matches Aiden’s.
“Any second now,” the latter says. “If this can help with your case at the human rights court of law, you have my blessing.”
“Mine, too.” Cole smirks. “I’ll take one for the team.”
“Fuck you both.” I shove Cole away.
