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Christian
Slouching back onto the couch, I stared aimlessly at the black television, tipping back the half-empty bottle of tequila. My anger for Harper was still raw, and the liquor helped numb it, but I wanted to forget it. I wanted to forget her.
Heavy footsteps pounded down the stairs.
"Come on, Christian," Aiden groaned. "I'm not going to leave you here sulking in your own misery all night."
"I'm fine," I muttered.
"You haven't left the house in three days." He grabbed his keys from the entertainment center.
"I'm tired." And drunk.
"Christian, get up and let's go, or we'll drag you." The front door opened, and Link, Maverick, and Julian sauntered in. I was too angry to be around people, but I also knew they would drag my drunk ass out the door if I didn't. So, I stood and stumbled out the door.
Julian steered his Dodge Ram down the dirt road and through the woods to the massive bonfire. I slid out the back and went in search of hard liquor. My bottle of tequila was empty, and I still had feelings I didn't want to feel.
Stepping around the front of the truck, I slammed into the only person I didn't want to see,Harper. She fell backward, landing on her butt. My immediate reaction was to help her, but I changed my mind. Why was she even here? She never came to parties, especially in the Valley.
"Hey," she said, jumping up to her feet and brushing herself off. When she looked up, the fire illuminated the discoloration on her face: Black, blue, and purple markings and a single gash over her bottom lip.
"What happened to your face?"
"I got into a fight at school," she said, shrugging it off. I didn't care. I didn't want to be friends. I twisted to walk away.
"Christian," she said, her tone laced with sorrow. "I'm sorry. Can I just explain…"
"No." I cut her off. "I said I was done with you. I meant it."I stormed away. I didn't care what her excuse was. I didn't want to hear it.
I spent the rest of the night trying to avoid Harper, but she was right there, no matter where I went or what I did. Going from girl to girl, I tried to focus on anything other than Harper, but she stood directly across from Julian's tailgate on the other side of the fire, talking with Michael Moore. His hand occasionally reached up and touched her, and I tried to remind myself I didn't care. She could fuck whoever she wanted.
Courtney Taylor, captain of the cheerleading squad, climbed up, straddling my lap wearing only the bottom half of her cheer uniform. I forced myself to focus on her, her perfectly round tits bouncing in my face as she ground herself against me.
"Wanna have some fun?" she slurred. She was trashed, and so was I. Continuing to grind herself against me, she ran her tongue over my neck. I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself in the sensation of her hot wet mouth on me, but it was no use. My attention was drawn back to Harper and Michael.
"Hey, Court?"
"Hmmm?" she hummed against my neck.
"Who did Harper get into a fight at school with?" I didn't care, but I was curious to see what the other girl looked like.
"Harper Brooks?" she asked, pulling herself off my neck. I nodded. "Harper's never been in a fight. Why would you think that?"
"Her face," I answered.
"Seriously?" She snorted. "Harper's been coming to school with bruises since—" She paused, pursing her lips. "We'll since her step-daddy moved in."
My lungs seized with the realization that she didn't get into some catfight; a grown man twice her size put his hands on her. My stomach twisted with nausea.
Courtney reached down, trying to unzip my pants. "Not now, Courtney," I said, swatting her hand. I shifted my weight, putting her to the side of me, and hopped off the truck. I was suddenly sober.
"I need to borrow your truck," I barked at Julian.
"I'll get a ride back to your place with Bash," he said, tossing me the keys. "Just leave the keys in it." I caught the keys and stormed towards Harper.
"Get lost," I growled at Michael, and he didn't say a word as he turned and walked away."Let's go," I ground out. The anger rolling through me was no longer because Harper tried to steal from me. It was because somebody put their hands on what was mine.
"Go where?" she yelped when I grabbed her wrist and jerked her toward Julian's truck. Lifting her to the driver's side, she slid over into the passenger side.
