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He looks over my head, his brows pulling together. “I don’t know, Jade.”
“I’ll be fine.” I place my hand on his and gently push him back. “Go. Have fun with your boyfriend. At least one of us should.”
“From what I see, I’m not the only one who’s about to have fun.”
Fun? No, more like oblivion. But that’s okay. As long as I can forget, I’ll be okay.
“Right, so you better not cock block me.” I force out a smile and take a step back. “Say hello to James for me.”
Marcus grins and shakes his head. “Call me if you need me to walk you home.”
“You know it.”
Not wanting to give him a chance to protest anymore, I smile at him before turning around. Sliding between the moving bodies, I go back to the kitchen, where I pour myself a new shot of tequila.
The effects of the alcohol were starting to wear off after all the dancing I just did, making my thoughts grow louder. I down the drink in one go, and just as I’m about to pour myself a new one, a hand grabs the bottle. When I turn around, I come face to face with the guy from earlier; only he’s brought a friend too.
“Share a drink with us?”
I observe him for a moment before tilting my glass in his direction in silent invitation. “Why not?”
CHAPTERSIX
PRESCOTT
“Wentworth!” Xander slaps me on the shoulder as he joins us in the kitchen. “Long time no see, man. How are you doing? How’s the leg? Will we see you on the field soon?”
With his ginger hair and bushy beard, the tall dude looks like he stepped out of the Scottish Highlands. Last year he transferred to Blairwood. He is playing for the hockey team along with Spencer and Zane, so we’ve hung out a few times. And since most of my football buddies have suddenly become domesticated, I had to find a new crew to party with.
“Let’s hope so,” I say, ignoring the first part of the question. I tip my chin at him. “You know the playoffs are over, right?”
Xander shrugs. “I could say the same about you.”
I rub at my stubbled jaw. Okay, it might be a little more than stubble, but who has time to shave? “Hey, I have my reasons…”
“He’s been brooding ever since his injury,” Spencer interrupts me as he joins us, a bottle in hand and a big grin on his face. “Found the good stuff.”
“I’m not brooding,” I protest, crossing my arms over my chest.
Have I been in a mood for the last few months? Maybe. But seriously, none of my friends can tell me they wouldn’t feel exactly the same way if the tables were turned and one of them had been the injured one.
“Some days, you’re worse than a girl on their period, Wentworth.” Xander narrows his eyes at the bottle. “Is that…”
“High West Whiskey,” Spencer wiggles his brows, his grin widening.
“Damn, where did you get it?”
“Theo’s room.”
Xander shakes his head. “Dude, he’s going to kill you.”
Theo was another one of the hockey players, Spencer’s freshman-year roommate, and considering we’re currently in his house, I think Xander is pretty accurate.
“You better have a will set for when he offs you because I don’t wanna go through the hassle of finding a new roommate.”
“Hey, it’s not my problem the sucker keeps it hidden under his bed,” Spencer shrugs, opening the lid and pouring some of the whiskey into our cups. “He should have found a better hiding spot in the last three years.”
“I don’t think that’ll go over well with Theo, but it’s your funeral, Monroe.” Xander turns his attention back to me. “But seriously, dude, how are you doing?”
