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Poor Carolina was blessed with some demon-ass family members.
Lindsay brushes a strand of brown hair behind her ear and thrusts her chest forward. “It’s so sweet of you to come with Carolina and play her date.”
I pluck her fingers off me as if she has Ebola and glare at her. “No, I came because I’mdatingCarolina. No playing here.”
She rolls her eyes. “Please.Everyone knows you’ll do anything for her—be her prom date, take her on pity dates,fakebeing in a relationship with her—for God knows what reason.”
My jaw clenches. “I take her out on dates because I love her, not for fucking pity.”
“You play the partso well,” she throws back, “yet not once have you kissed her … not on the lips at least.” With this, she puckers her lips and kicks out her foot, showing her bare leg through the slit of her green dress. “Not to mention, you were in my roommate’s bed not too long ago. Did you forget about that? Either you were cheating on Carolinaor, as I suspect, you’re lying so that she doesn’t look pitiful, hence the pity date.”
“Your roommate was more of a pity date than Carolina will ever be,” I snarl, my nostrils flaring.
How dare she call Carolina a fucking pity.
“As for you,” I go on, “you’ve flirted with mehow many timesand haven’t managed to snag yourself a pity date?”
I hate being a dick, but fuck this.
Fuck them for treating Carolina like shit when she has a heart of gold. When Lindsay’s mother was down with shingles for a month, Carolina put together a fundraiser dinner for her. She also made cookies for them countless times and dropped them off at her house.
Scorn passes over Lindsay’s face, and just as she’s about to speak, my name being called cuts her off.
“Hey! Rex!”
I glance back to find Carolina’s father, Rick, along with two other men approaching me.
Shit!
I scan the room for Carolina and grind my teeth when I spot the group of women circled around her. All conversation is aimed in her direction, and my body turns rigid when she gulps down a glass of champagne in one swig.
Goddamn it!
Carolina is a terrible drinker.
She has a low tolerance and doesn’t know her limit.
Shockingly, Carolina’s parents haven’t interrogated her about our dating lie, although she hasn’t spent much alone time with them. No doubt they’ll drill her with questions when they have her by herself.
“What do you think, Rex?”
I’m broken away from my Carolina trance when the man next to me claps.
“Huh?” I ask, sweeping my attention over to the men.
“I asked your thoughts on violence in video games.” The man gestures to Rick. “He said you develop video games.”
“I don’t have much to say on that matter,” I answer with annoyance while searching the room for Carolina when I don’t see her with the women anymore.
I spot her at the bar in the corner of the room, taking a shot, and the bartender is pouring another. I don’t give them another word before turning on my heel and speed-walking in her direction. Before I get the chance to confiscate her next shot, she knocks it back.
“Hey, babe,” I greet, sliding my arms around her waist.
“Hey,” she half-slurs, signaling to the bartender for another.
I hold up my hand, stopping him. “She’s good, bro.”
“She’s not,bro,” she corrects with an eye roll. “Make it a double.” Her palm slaps the counter. “And get my friend one—sorry, myboyfriendone.” She flicks her hand in the air. “Not a double for him. His job is to take care of me tonight, and one needs to be sober to do that.”
