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“Oh yeah? Like who?” I stopped and dared him to say it.
He didn’t.
Chapter Fourteen
Lucas
Clementine looked at me defiantly, and it made me want to tear her to pieces.
She was crazy if she thought I would say the thing that would erase any rationality and caution I had when it came to her. But there was one thing that made her stop pretending she felt nothing for me. So I went for it.
I grabbed her by the back of her neck, and I covered her mouth with mine. Her defiance melted immediately. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled it hard. I pressed my palms on her bare back, and we both moaned. I paused for a second and I looked at her.
“Happy birthday, nemesis,” I smiled. Her face was red and wet from tears, but she grinned back at me.
I lifted her in the air, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pinned her to the closest wall. Her smooth skin was burning hot everywhere I touched. I broke the kiss and sucked her neck. Her throat bobbed.
The sounds she made drove me insane. I knew there were people downstairs who would come up any second now to see if we killed each other, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I squeezed her thighs. I wanted to push into her right that moment. To make her mine.
A knock on the door made her freeze in my arms. I let her go immediately. I didn’t want to be another person who was trying to cage her when she was feeling vulnerable.
“Come…,” she tried to invite the person on the other side of the door with a shaky voice, but I grabbed her hand and I made her look at me. She looked miserable. Maybe I was getting it all wrong. Maybe she had feelings for him.
Too bad because I wasn’t ready to let her go yet.
“We can’t be what we used to be, Clem.”
She nodded. She had already accepted that long time ago. I was the one not completely dealt with the reality of her, me, and Dylan.
I wasn’t exactly ready for that revelation, so I released her hand from mine and left her standing there alone.
Hannah was on the other side of the door. She opened her mouth to insult me probably, but saw something on my face that made her just pat my shoulder. I left her to pick up the pieces of what I just did and went downstairs.
Tyler looked like he was waiting for me. I decided to get it over with.
“I presume you want to warn me not to mess around with your little sister.”
He grinned like an idiot.
“Not my style. You, kiddos, are on your own. I’m not getting in the middle of that shit.”
I wish I could get out of that shit.
The next hour passed like a decade. Dad came home. No one was leaving, but everyone wanted to. Even the people who actually lived in this house. The birthday girl looked so burdened I couldn’t stand it.
It was no surprise that my outburst and her hiding upstairs ruined the mood. I had promised my mother that I wouldn’t fuck up the party. I tried to tolerate the presence of Dylan, and I was fighting the impulse to throw him out days before he stepped inside my house.
The day I interrupted their conversation in the school hallway after her first night here was the first sign I wasn’t handling her closeness all too well. I had no intention of talking to him. But I saw them walking together, her head was on his shoulder, and I just lost it. I told him what I told every guy that showed interest in her. Leave her alone. I never actually had to explain myself. Everyone in school just agreed with everything I wanted them to do.
Dylan said no. He didn’t care. I could see it in his eyes. The satisfaction that he was the reason we never got together in the first place. I remember he treated her differently compared to Hannah and Amy when we were kids, but I was now figuring out that he liked her then, and he probably liked her now.
Hannah was killing herself trying to make everything look normal. Dylan looked amused. I bet he loved it. It looked like Clem and I had the fight of the century, and not like we dry humped against the wall while everyone else was waiting for us.
Mom finally announced the cake. Troy was singing happy birthday, and Clem smiled at him. It was at the wrong brother in my opinion, but I could still turn things around. In fact, I was sure I was already turning them. The cake was part of the plan. I just felt like the goal was changing. I no longer wanted just to fuck Clem and get back at Dylan. It wasn’t about revenge. I wanted to get the girl.
“Make a wish,” Troy reminded Clem when mom put the cake in front of her. She was just staring at it. It was not a raspberry cake as I deliberately made her think. It was a chocolate waffle cake.
The entire week mom grilled Clementine with questions about the birthday, and I got so tired of listening to that shit every day, I told her about the waffles. I wanted to spare Clementine more questions from mom and try to make her happy. Even if it was just a stupid cake she didn’t even want.
