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“Fuck off and leave me alone.” I watch the bodies writhe on the dance floor while I nurse my glass in between mouthfuls and fresh pours. Get lost in the tequila. In my thoughts.
Summer comes up and gives me a hug before she leaves me to join the others. I must look like I hate the world because she doesn’t bug me about what’s wrong.
I pour another drink. Pull out my phone. The screen is blurry. The text doubles. I squint but it doesn’t help. What was I hoping for anyway? Ivy to blow up my phone the way she must blow up T-Swift’s? For her to chase me down the way I did her? For her to give me something to believe in when it comes to us.
Maybe I just want her to fight. Like I fight for her. Like I would spend the rest of my life fighting for her if she’d just give me a reason to believe that’s what she wants.
A flash of red catches the corner of my eye. Drawn to it, I find myself searching the crowd.
“Rogue Maddox?”
I glance up at the two girls standing in front of me. Identical twins. I blink. Nope. Just drunk enough to see two of her. “’s me.”
“I’m a big fan.” She leans forward and her cleavage almost spills out of her top and onto my lap. Her smile widens as she drops her gaze to my crotch. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so.”
I grunt. Whatever. “Thanks.”
“Can I sit?” She doesn’t wait for a response as she perches on the arm of my chair.
I shrug. Go back to watching the crowd down below.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” she asks.
Shrug.
“I think she’s pretty,” she says.
“What?” I glance at the girl as she fidgets with her skirt. Her brown locks shine under the lights. Ivy’s hair is darker and warmer. Like silk through my fingers.
When she realizes she’s caught my eye she also steals my drink. “The girl they say you’re supposedly dating. What’s her name again?”
“Nunya.”
“Nunya?” Her eyes widen then she laughs. “Nunya business?”
“Exactly.” My lips twitch.
“Is she here?” The girl glances around.
I steal my glass back and drain it. Ignore the girl and her question. Ivy is my business. Mine. Not up for discussion. Not up for sharing. With this girl. Or T-Swift. Or anyone else for that matter.
“I wouldn’t mind if she is. We could have a threesome.”
It takes a good long moment for her words to penetrate the alco-haze in my brain. I can barely keep my eyes open. I blink so slowly my eyes dry out. I’m pretty wasted. Right on the corner of where the fuck I need to be right now and waking up with the hangover from hell tomorrow morning. “Don’t think so.”
“Just you and me then.” She giggles and touches my arm as she leans closer to my ear. “I’ll let you do whatever you want. Wherever you want.”
“Fuck.” She’s propositioning me? Of course she is. I push up out of the chair and stumble a few steps toward the balcony. I should have expected it. Coming here to a club. It’s not like this girl has any reason to think this thing with Ivy is serious. We haven’t made it public. And even if we had, girls like the one behind me don’t care. I’m their fifteen-minute brush with fame. Their kiss and tell up the Hollywood ladder.
My vision swims. The whole club is on a boat. Used to be happy with that before Ivy. Not the boat thing. I get seasick, drunk or no. The girl thing; knew how to use it to my advantage.
Now I’m in limbo. Waiting on a girl who doesn’t feel the same way I do. Unable to go back to who I was. Unable to let go if there’s even a sliver of a chance… but has there ever really been a chance with Ivy?
I hold my phone to the end of my nose. I’m too drunk for this. Too messed up. The room dims and spins. Spins and tilts.
An arm wraps around my torso. I glance down at the delicate wrist and the pink nails as they slide on my torso until she’s in front of me. “What the hell are you doing?”
She reaches up with one hand and grasps my jaw as she pushes me.
