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“Why did you do that?” Thea whines.
My eyes meet hers, and she’s so angry. It’s fucking adorable. I try to hold back my smile, but I can’t. I grab her arm and start yanking her out of this fire hazard of an apartment.
“What the fuck, Carver! Let me go!” she shouts, trying to pull her arm away.
I clamp down harder, dragging her out the front door. “Not gonna happen,” I say, slamming the door shut behind us.
She yanks away hard and takes a few steps back. “Just because… Just becauseyouwant to go home and wallow in self pity tonight doesn’t mean I do,” she slurs as she leans forward, pressing her finger against my chest to get her point across.
I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull it down from my chest. I look down at her, shaking my head with tongue-in-cheek to hide my laugh. “How do you know about that? You been listening in on me and Trev’s phone calls again?” I ask, thinking back years ago when she’d pick up the land-line phone and listen in like the little bratty spy she was.
“I have my ways,” she says with that smile I love. I always can get that smile out of her. And damn, I needed it tonight.
She stumbles forward slightly, and I wrap my arm around her back to pull her up. “God, you’re drunk. Trevor’s going to kill me when he finds out.”
She lets out a disgusted noise as she pushes back and starts walking toward the parking lot even though she doesn’t know where I’m parked. She swings her arms extra wide with each drunken step. “Why are you both so dumb? Trevor is not finding out.”
“Like hell he’s not,” I say as I jog to catch up to her.
She stops walking abruptly, swinging around to face me. “First of all, I’m an adult. Trevor has no control over my decisions, and like fuck do you.” She pauses, her eyes squinting in anger when she sees me laugh. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s nothing,” I laugh. “It’s just cute the way you say ‘I’m an adult’ is all.” I repeat the phrase back to her again in a mocking baby voice. “I’m an adult.”
“Shut up.” She whips back around before I can see her smile. “Where the fuck is the drivey-mobile?”
“Language,” I scold. “And do you mean the car?” I ask with a mocking smirk.
She looks me dead in the eyes. “Fuck,” she says, biting her lower lip to emphasize the F.
I run my tongue along my lower lip, shaking my head in disbelief. “You know the more you defy me, the less likely I’ll keep this night a secret.”
“Like I care.”
She does.
“Besides,” she tilts her head to the side in annoyance. “You’ve already made it clear that you’re going to tell him, so I might as well do something that’s actually worth being scolded over.” She steps up close to me, placing her hand over my heart. Her voice falls down to a whisper. “Help me get into some real trouble, Carver.”
My heart throbs against her hand, and for the briefest of moments, I forget the girl in front of me is my best friend’s baby sister. I jerk back out of instinct when I come to. “What’s going on with you, Thea?”
“Nothing,” she says, walking away to avoid me.
She’s off though. I can feel it. “How much did you have to drink, Thea? For real.”
“Oh, get off your high-horse,” she sasses as we walk up to my car. “I was there when you and Trevor snuck the vodkaout of my dad’s liquor cabinet in high school. Remember? You’re hardly opposed to underage drinking, and I’m twenty in like a month.”
I yank the passenger door open and basically shove her inside, reaching around her to buckle her seatbelt. She rolls her eyes in protest as I jog around to the driver’s side.
I can’t help feeling that something is still off. She loves to defy me, but this feels like more than that. I slam the door shut in frustration. “Seriously, Thea, what are you doing here? And with some jackass-.”
“God, can you not drop it?” she half yells, half laughs, cutting me off. “Just take me home.”
I start driving down the block back to my apartment complex. There’s no way I’m leaving her to sleep in the co-ed dorm when she’s this drunk. “Help me understand. I thought you were dating that prick Dylan or Brad or something, so tell me why I find you drunk, locked lips with some asshat.”
“We broke up,” she spits out, folding her arms over her chest and looking out the window.
I feel the sadness in her voice. It physically hurts my heart to hear that from her, especially because I know exactly how she feels right now. And fuck, if I could do one thing in this world, it would be to make sure she never had to experience a pain like this. She’s been through enough. She doesn’t need all these losers coming in and breaking her heart too.
Fuck! I wish I could murder that prick.
