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I sound like a total brat, but how dare him!
His arm circles my waist, and he pulls me back. “ThisRex is not going to allow that shit.”
I shove him away. “Jesus. Overbearing much?”
He groans. “Fine, go have fun with your friends.” He shoves his finger through the air in the direction of the house. “But I’m staying here.”
I scoff. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“I won’t be up your ass, but you’re not staying here by yourself.” His tone is half-calm, half-bossy. “When you’re done having fun, I’ll take you back to your dorm.”
“Carolina!”
This time, it’s my name being called out from the porch. Also, this time, Rex and I both look at the porch. Margie is standing next to the girl who has been looking for Rex.
Margie’s head turns to Rex. “Rex! Piss off! I need my partner back. We had a good winning streak going on.”
I use this as a quick exit plan.
“I’ll talk to you later,” I say, rushing away from him and scurrying up the porch steps, stumbling a bit in my heels.
Margie grins when I make it to her.
Rex calls out my name, and I don’t look back while following Margie into the house.
* * *
I’m being watched.
Ihatebeing watched.
Rex’s whiskey-colored eyes have been burning into me since he returned to the house with a scowl on his face and leaned back against the wall, giving him the perfect view of the kitchen. He sips on his beer while focusing on me, as if I’m his favorite show. Holey black jeans hang low on his waist, and he’s sporting gray slip-on Chucks and a black leather jacket over a blue tee. A light scruff covers his cheeks and strong jaw, and his toffee-colored hair is messily pushed back.
Rex Lane doesn’t look anything like a man who plays video games on the regular.
Margie and I have continued to play beer pong, but luckily, our opponents are getting drunker, so we don’t have to drink as much.
I fight the urge to stare back at him and am proud of myself for only stealing quick glances every few minutes. My heart nearly stops during one of these peeks. I miss my shot, startled at the sight of the skinny blonde from the porch standing in front of him, her back to me. He’s sharing his attention between her and me now, and I clench my fist around the ball. When it’s my turn, I can’t stop myself from hurling the ball across the room, my aim directed at him.
It lands at his feet. Blondie spins to glare at me, and I only shrug. Rex shakes his head, raising a brow, fully aware my cup miss wasn’t an accident.
I look away when Margie taps my shoulder. “Carolina, stop playing dodgeball with Blondie and get your ass over there to claim your man.”
I force a laugh, a sick feeling in my stomach. “He’s not my man.”
“He comes to our dorm enough that someone would think he’s your man. He dragged you out of this party, claiming you as his.”
“Or he thinks he’s my father.”
I grit my teeth as the girl lifts on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, her hand caressing his jaw. He nods, as if he were listening, but his eyes are back on me.
“I say, you go punch him in the balls for even entertaining her,” Margie comments.
My shoulders slump. “He’s my best friend.”
She scoffs. “You need to quit being blind if you think you’re only friends.”
My eyes water when Rex’s attention leaves me longer than it has all night as he offers the girl a flirtatious smile. He’s nodding, laughing at what she’s saying, and she steps in closer, their bodies nearly rubbing against each other. I’m well aware Rex has an active sex life, but when he’s with me, he’s withme.
