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She’s playing dirty.
Lenny dips under my arm and grabs another beer from the fridge to replace the one Holt took. She reaches over me to grab the ones on the counter pressing her body against mine.
She’s playing real dirty.
I follow her out to the back.
Half the group groans as we join them.
“Pay up bitches!” Bridget yells out.
“What did we miss?” I take a seat watching Greg, Layla, and Luca give money for Bridget and Alex to split.
“We bet you two wouldn’t come back.” Layla says from Greg’s lap. I laugh it off and watch as Lenny hands out the drinks.
I get the urge to pull her into my lap like Layla and Greg.
They look so comfortable. No tension, just happy and in love.
My hand grazes Lenny’s leg as she passes me, but I quickly pull back when I notice the daggers glaring from Alex to me.
She doesn’t want him to know but they just bet on us like it was nothing. Does he know?
He must know something.
The rest of the night he keeps glancing my way.
These aren’t good looks. No, they’re looks of disgust and maybe even some warnings if I get too close to Lenny. I can’t help myself. It’s our usual banter accompanied by a nudge here or a poke there.
I never realized how much I touch her until I’m physically trying not to touch her.
It isn’t long until something happens inside that calls for my attention.
A party never goes off without a small fight.
Holt gets my attention for help.
It’s always him and me taking on the responsibility of C and A, captain and the alternate.
Carter, the hot head, flirting with some other guy's girl.
The guy isn’t a hockey player, but he’s jacked and pissed off. We break them up. Throwing Carter in the basement to hide out and offer the guy and his girl a shot before sending them on their way to walk to her sorority house.
There’s tons of parties tonight. Why would she choose ours unless she was looking for a hookup or to get her jealous boyfriend in a fight?
The way I watch them making out as they walk the street, I’d guess the latter.
By the time I get back outside, the only two left are Greg and Layla making out on the chair.
They left to go home once they heard there was a fight. I get why.
Alex is underage and if it got bad, campus security or even the cops could be called here. It wouldn’t be good for either the house or Alex, a high school kid, to be here.
The party is dying down and that’s my cue to hide out in my room.
Dodging some girls who spot me I make my way into bed and pull out my phone. I owe Lenny an apology for more than I’m willing to apologize for, but I can start small.
Me:I’m sorry about the fight. I hope it didn’t ruin your night.
