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“I’m not your girl! You made that clear the other day! How drunk are you?” I shout.
“He had his hands on you!”
“He touched my cheek!”
“He wants his hands on you!”
“Jax! Shut up, you moron!” I snap.
Jax’s eyes widen at the vehemence of my words, and I look at Julian. “I'm really sorry. Feel free to hit him back.”
“No. Not my style. Some of us are more civilised.” He rubs his cheek, throwing a look at Jax. “Wasn't exactly a hard punch.”
“I can try fucking harder!” snarls Jax and leans in.
When Bryn appears alongside, I'm ready for the ground to swallow me up. “Jax, mate. Leave.”
He looks up at my brother and sways slightly. “The guy was touching your sister. You should be glad I hit him before he really put his hands on her!”
Bryn's expression is that of an amused parent looking at a small child. “Very noble of you, Jax, but out of order. Leave before this becomes worse and you end up with an assault charge.”
Jax glances around the room at the scrutiny of the crowd. “Yeah! Show's over!” he shouts.
I can't take this bullshit. Without speaking to anybody, I storm away, perspiration breaking out at the embarrassment. I amnothis girl.
“Tegan!” Jax calls after me. I ignore him. “Tegan!”
I can't do this; I can't be a public display in front of whispering, giggling people. I push past open-mouthed Will and Nate, muttering that they should take Jax back to his room, and walk out to the hallway.
The carpeted space is empty, apart from security on either end and a couple sitting on the floor drinking. I pull my phone out to call a cab and turn as Bryn approaches.
“Do you want to go back to my room, Tegan?” he asks.
I shake my head, and my stomach sinks as Jax appears behind him. This Jax is one all too familiar. Flushed face, dilated pupils, unsteady on his feet. The one he’d pushed aside for me.
“Tegan! Don't go! Sorry!” he says and steadies himself on the wall.
“God, you're pathetic!” I snap.
“I couldn't help it, the thought of you and him...”
“I wasn't going to come tonight and I wish I hadn't now!” I pause. “What the hell did you hit him for?”
Jax rubs his knuckles. “He touched you. I saw red.”
“I'm surprised you can see anything! Why do you have to get wasted all the time?”
“Just happens.”
“Yeah, when you choose to.” I drag a hand through my hair. “Bryn, can you see if Julian is all right. He's a big Phoenix fan. You might be able to stop a PR disaster.”
Bryn points. “What about him?”
Him. The drunken mess who can hardly stand up in front of me. Jax is pathetic when he's like this; he needs to get his shit together, or he's going to end up in a worse situation than a minor assault.
“I'll deal with Jax.”
Jax wobbles as he attempts to face Bryn. “This is your fault!”
