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I’mon my fourth game of beer pong.
Margie and I have won every time, and even though we’ve been kicking ass, our opponents don’t suck. They’ve hit enough cups to give me a slight buzz, which I’m thankful for.
It’s clouding my thoughts about Rex ditching me.
I bring the cup to my lips … and then nearly choke when it’s pulled away mid-sip.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
My heartbeat triples in speed when I see a fuming Rex in front of me. I don’t get the chance to ask what he thinks he’s doing before he captures my elbow in his hand and pulls me through the crowd. He doesn’t release me until we’re outside and away from the madness.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he repeats, stepping closer.
Oh, hell no.
He doesn’t get to act like he can be the only one to have fun.
“I’m here for the same reason you are—to party and drink,” I answer with a huff. “And screw you. How dare you drag me out of there like you’re my father!”
It’s dark, and the only light around us is the faint one coming from the porch light.
I can’t witness the anger on his face.
I can hear it, though.
Irritation slides along every word, and tension fills his sharp breaths. “I told you, if you go to a party, I go with you.”
Even though he can’t see it, I scowl at him. “Weird. You don’t ask formypermission to attend parties.”
“That’s different,” he grumbles. “And you know it.”
“How?”
“I’m a dude, and you’re … well, you.”
I angrily open my crossbody bag, pull out my phone, and ignore the texts he sent me an hour ago. “I’mme? Let me interrupt this broadcast to Google the definition ofwomen’s rightsfor you where it says I can do whatever the hell I want.”
I groan when he snatches the phone, turns on the flashlight, and shines it down on me. I wince at the bright light, hating that he’s putting me on display.
“I know enough about that, considering the endless documentaries you’ve made me watch about it,” he replies.
“Obviously, I need to make you watch more.”
“I do this to keep you safe, Carolina,” he says. Some of his frustration slips, and a hint of gentleness comes through. “Not to be an overbearing asshole.”
My eyes rise to meet his. “Safe from what? Having a good time?”
“No, safe from date-rape drugs, from dudes who take advantage of tipsy chicks, from you putting yourself in dangerous situations. I’m your best friend, and it’s my job to watch over you.”
“Huh.Maybe as your best friend, I want to keep you safe. Maybe I don’t want you to get date-raped.” I sigh. “If you want to be my cockblock, Lane, then I’ll be yours. I’ll be blocking vaginas left and right tonight.” I do a show of dramatically elbowing the air on each side.
He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. “Not funny.”
“You know what isn’t funny? Having a double-standard friendship.” I hate that my eyes turn glossy. Normally, I’m not this sensitive, but I miss him, and I’m mad at him, and we rarely argue. “It’s not fair, Rex.”
“Shit,” he bites out. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m not. My eyes are irritated from your bullshit. Seems I’m allergic.”
