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For ten minutes I dance, moving to the angry Grime music, my body crushed within the crowd of other drunk and pissed-off youths. There’s something about this music that gets your blood pumping and the anger flowing. It suits my mood right now. I’m angry at the world.
“Alicia!”
I hear his voice over the din, but I choose to ignore it. I don’t want to talk to Eastern right now.
“Alicia, for fuck sake, look at me,” he bites out, his voice filled with an anger of its own.
“What do you want, Eastern? Can’t you see I’m dancing here?” I snap, as he pushes his way through the crowd.
“I’ve given you time to calm down. Now will you let me explain?”
“No, now fuck off back to perky-tits.”
Turning my back on him, I raise my arms in the air and allow my body to move to the beat of the music, fully aware that in doing so I’m flashing the black lace of my bra. I hear Eastern mutter something under his breath then feel his hands land on my hips, his fingers digging into the material of my skirt. He presses up against my back, his body flush with mine before he leans down and presses his lips against my ear.
“You’ve got it all wrong, Alicia,” he murmurs, the tenor of his voice dropping as his fingers slide across my stomach. For all of two point five seconds I lean into his hold, before common sense snaps me out of it.
Friendzone, Asia. Fucking friendzone.Plus, you’re angry with him, remember that too.
Turning in his hold, I push away from him, bumping into the person behind me who’s far too high to open their mouth with some smart remark, let alone react physically.
“You’re my friend, Eastern. I really don’t give a shit who you fool around with. I’m more pissed that perky-tits knew my name and I don’t have a clue who she is. And stop calling me Alicia, you know I hate it!”
“You really are full of shit, you know that,Alicia?” he bites back, grabbing my arm and pulling me back towards him. “You’re jealous. Admit it. You want me, just as much as I want you.” His eyes darken, daring me to deny it.
“We’re friends,” I insist, doing exactly that.
“We’re more than just friends, and you damn well know it.”
I attempt at pulling my arm away, but he refuses to let me go. “Get your hands off me, or so help me, Eastern, I will knock you out.” But Eastern doesn’t let me go, if anything he squeezes tighter. Pain, anger and something else I don’t want to admit to flashes across his face. My chest tightens because despite everything I’ve said and my determination to keep him in the friendzone, Iwanthim this close to me. This push and pull within me is driving me insane.
“Letgo,” I repeat.
“You heard her. Unwrap your hand from her arm, and let her go,” a familiar, commanding voice says from behind me.
I tense. What the fuck doeshewant? To my surprise, Eastern immediately drops my arm, his gaze flicking between me and Camden who is standing so close behind me that I feel the heat of his skin through the thin material of my t-shirt. What the hell is going on here?
Turning around slowly, I face Camden. “What doyouthink you’re doing?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. In my intoxicated, rage-filled mind I don’t take into account the dangerous way he’s looking at me, or the fact that his command has made Eastern back off. Alarm bells should be ringing right about now, but instead I’m letting that internal hurricane of mine take over.
“Well?” I insist, prodding his chest with my finger. I have to look up at him, given he stands a good foot taller than me and a few inches taller than Eastern.
“Asia, don’t,” Eastern warns me. His fingers curl around my wrist, but for some stupid reason I ignore him and dig my nail deeper into Camden’s rock-hard chest. Since when does Eastern take orders from anyone, anyway? What the fuck is going on here? Come to think of it, the surrounding people that were once dancing close a few seconds ago have suddenly backed off, giving us all a wide berth.
“I said, don’t fucking touch her,” Camden growls, his topaz eyes flashing dangerously. Eastern’s hand slips away and I can hear him mumble an apology.
“What the hell is this? And who do you think you’re talking to like that?” I shout, not able or willing to hold back my anger. I might be able to give Eastern a piece of my mind, but this arsehole is pushing it if he thinks he can do the same.
“I’m just doing what you asked…Asia, is it?” he asks, looking at me with narrowed, calculated eyes, much like a predator would its prey.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t ask you shit,” I respond, ignoring the fact we’re now on first name terms. My finger is still pressed into his chest, and despite the tension I feel rolling off Eastern, I dig my nail in a little harder, adding another couple of fingers for good measure.
Camden cocks his brow, looking between my hand and my face. He’s as cool as a cucumber, not giving anything away whereas I’m all over the place. My head’s spinning, my heart’s racing and my rage is bubbling all because Eastern had some pretty girl fall in his lap.
“Eastern is one of myboys, one of mycrew, but I’m guessing he hasn’t told you that.”
I feel the colour literally drain from my face at his words and accompanying smirk. I’m pretty sure most of my blood is now pooling in my feet. Hisboy, one of hiscrew?What?!
