Page 47 of Knight

We pass the joint between us, my head getting fuzzier, my brain feeling lighter as we giggle at the screen. Halfway through the flick, Christian brings out snacks. Oreos and peanut butter and man, I’m in love. With the combination, not Christian, though I’ll admit after today, I’m starting to see him in a new light. Not like Damien’s voice in my head will even let me consider if this could lead anywhere. I can’t even think about being with another guy as long as I’m in his realm.

Our romp in the car comes to my mind and my cheeks heat.

“So,” Allie starts when there’s a lull in the movie. Christian has his arm on the back of the massive couch while Allie’s curled up on her side with a dazed look on her face. “Does King know about this? Cause if he does—”

“Allie,” Christian groans.

“What?” She lets out a baked giggle. “Weren’t you guys a thing?”

Now they’re both looking at me for an answer, but I don’t even know what to say. Or what we are. “Well … ” They don’t let up when I hesitate. “Uh.” Shutting my eyes I dodge the question, only to announce something that could be worse, “He thinks I killed his dad.”

“What!?” Allie asks.

“That’s fucked up,” Christian says, shaking his head. “How can he still say that?”

“That’s insane, right?” Allie asks, her eyes locking on me. “Right?”

“Yes, Allie,” I groan. Of course, it’s insane but Damien seems convinced.

My phone buzzes on the coffee table. I kept it out for Willow and I’m surprised when Christian reaches for it. “Is that him?” His grip tightens around it before he answers and again, I realize why they call him a King. “Haven’t you done enough? Don’t call back. She’s with me tonight.”

“Uh, woah,” Allie says what I’m thinking.

“Get out,” Christian demands.

“No?” she responds with another high ass laugh.

“Allie, get the fuck out,” he says. “I need to talk to Jo.”

“Not with that temper,” Allie glances at me, so does Christian.

“What the fuck? You know I’m not gonna hurt her. I’d never hurt her. She’ll kick my ass if I try.”

Damn right.

Allie gets up when I nod, grabbing the bag of Oreos as she heads to the door. “Scream for help if you need it.”

When the door closes, Christian moves closer. He pauses the movie before lifting my chin to him, staring me in my eyes. “You can’t see him, Jo.”

My head jerks back. “What is it with guys trying to tell me what to do?”

“It’s for your own good,” he protests. “He treats you like shit. He said you killed his father? What kind of fucked up twisted shit is that?”

“You’re still his friend.”

“That’s different.”

“Why? How? Does he have something on you?”

“No.”

“So you’re threatened by him.” I don’t even know why I’m defending him but having Christian play white knight again is pissing me off.

“No, I—”

“So what is it? Why are you so concerned with what I do with Damien?”

“Because I care! I care about you, Jo and unlike Damien, I’m willing to fucking admit that. If he wants to let the sexiest, most badass girl to ever set foot in this town walk out of his life then, that’s on him. But, Jo you … fuck, you’re killing me.”

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