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“Do you want to dance?” she asks him with that giddy look on her face that I know is impossible to say no to.
“Uh…sure, as long as you lead,” he responds.
She laughs, knowing there’s not a single guy here who actually knows how to fucking dance.It’s not about dancing, idiot.She grabs his hand, leading him toward the DJ. “Mack, watch over Amanda for me, will you?” she asks, not waiting for an answer before she’s already halfway across the room.
“Well, well, well,” Amanda says, folding her arms and looking at me like she knows every single thought I’ve ever had. “If it isn’t the consequences of your actions.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say even as I can’t take my eyes off of the way he has his hands on her right now.
Amanda follows my gaze, knocking her shoulder against mine. “You’re such a fucking dumbass.”
I glance her way without turning my head, and that’s when I realize Thea didn’t even bat an eye at leaving me alone with Amanda. She didn’t even pretend to care.
“You get meaner every time we hang out,” I say, trying to deflect.
“Thank you,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder and turning to the group of guys behind us. “Okay, which one of you fuckers wants to get demolished in pong?”
She doesn’t even have time to blink before four or five guys are lined up for her. I shove my way through. “Oh no, you’re not getting rid of me that easily. You’re stuck with me for the rest of the night.”
“Whatever,” she says, shrugging it off while tossing the first ball and sinking it, making the fuckers across the table lose their minds. She flashes her eyes up at me. “The only activity I enjoy more than fucking men is watching them pine endlessly without having enough balls to make a move.”
“You know what,” I grit out. “Fucking give me that,” I say, grabbing the ball from her hand before sinking it in the exact same cup she made a second ago. I throw my hands up, getting in her face like we aren’t on the same team.
She shakes her head with a laugh. “Alright, Carver. If that’s how you wanna play.” She turns to some schmuck lingering around her. “I think the table needs shots, don’t you?” she asks. He doesn’t even hesitate before scurrying off to the kitchen to grab more alcohol.
“You ready?” she asks.
“Let’s do this.”
Chapter 14
Thea
“Shit,” I curse under my breath.
I wipe off the eyeliner that started drooping down and reapply some more. I knew I should have bought the more expensive brand, but I was being cheap. Looking like a drunken mess apparently is the consequence, which is ironic since I stopped drinking pretty much as soon as I got here.
It wasn’t really a conscious choice. John just doesn’t really drink that much, and I wanted to be on the same level as him since we’re just barely getting to know each other. Not that it’s stopped me from being able to block Mack out of my thoughts.
They were being so fucking annoying on the other side of the room. Of course Amanda got a crowd of guys surrounding her to cheer her on, but even worse, the guys were chanting Carver’s fucking name like they weren’t all grown ass men and this was actually a frat party.
They were apparently on their seventh undefeated game by the time I decided to check in with Amanda. She saw right through that excuse though. We never check in unless one of us gives each other the come help me look.
It was fucking useless anyway. Mack didn’t even look at me. And like I understand I’m here with John, and I shouldn’teven be thinking this way, but that’s never stopped him from interfering before. His indifference is driving me crazy.
The more he stopped looking across the room, the closer I danced with John. At first I didn’t even realize I was doing it, but once I did, that didn’t stop me either.God, I’m an awful person.
I dab my neck with a wet paper towel to cool down before tossing it in the trash and walking back out to the main party area. I spot Trevor talking with a cute girl, so I don’t acknowledge him as I pass by. I don’t need him trying to hit on my best friend again.
Like I’m one to talk.
I don’t spot John where I left him, so I head into the kitchen and grab a water bottle. I jump slightly when I close the fridge and see Mack sitting on the kitchen counter.
“What are you doing?” I ask, almost out of breath from being startled.
He moves slowly. His eyes work their way down to my toes as he hops off the counter, making me step back against the kitchen island.
“Not what I want to be doing,” he says, his voice not exactly friendly.
