Page 9 of Myself

“It’s supposed to pour down rain today and tonight,” I tell her.

“Really? I thought it looked cloudy outside.” She pouts, and I love the way she looks when she does that. I wanna take that bottom lip of hers and bite it ...

“We can stay in,” Ryder offers. “Have a party up in our room.” I smile at that thought. Ryder is obviously gonna be up Ashlyn's ass, so that will leave me some one-on-one time with Becca.

“That’s fine with me. You okay with that, Ash?”

She nods. “Sure.”

“Fuck!”

I look at fuck-face Conner when he plops down in his seat. The empty one right next to Becca. “That elevator takes forever,” he bitches.

“Why did you go back up to the room?” Becca asks him as she puts her hand on his shoulder. He shrugs it off, and I hate the way he dismisses her. For some reason, she cares about that fucker. I wish she cared about me that way.

“I told you he peed his pants,” Ashlyn answers, and I wonder what I missed.

Conner looks over at her. His dark eyes narrowed and an angry look on his face. She just smiles at him. I like her. Because she seems to hate him. He fists his hands on the table, and I decide it’s time to let him know I’m here.

“Conner,” I say his name flatly.

He whips his head back to look across the table, and his face goes as white as a ghost, his shoulders fall, and his hands unclench. “Jaycent.” His voice actually squeals, and Ashlyn can’t cover her laugh fast enough.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” I declare, sitting back in my seat.

Conner clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders. He’s nervous. He should be.

I storm out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I lean up against it and take a deep breath. I can still taste her lips on mine, and all I can think about is what her pussy tastes like. Is it as sweet?

Fisting my hands down by my side, I can hear her crying behind the door, and I have to walk away. I can’t go back in there. If I do, I’ll do something wrong. As if what we did wasn’t already wrong. This night is just so fucked up. I broke up with my girlfriend at this party maybe an hour ago, and then I saw Becca and Conner fighting, and I follow her to the bathroom and make out with her. I’m fucking up. Is she crying now because of me or ‘cause of Conner?

I fist my hands down by my side and push off the door. I make my way through the large group of people. Most of whom she doesn’t even know. Most don’t know her, either; they just came for the free alcohol. They all know Ryder knows how to throw a party. I suck in a deep breath, trying to get the smell of her off me.

I told Ryder this party was a bad idea. It was Ryder’s idea to throw her this surprise party, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Conner had told her about it beforehand. He likes to ruin everything for her.

I don’t see him, so I walk out the front doors and stand on the wraparound porch until I finally spot him over by a big walnut tree with a cigarette in his hand. I walk over to him, and he spots me. “What up, Jaycent?” he asks, giving me a head nod like we’re buddies.

“Becca’s inside crying,” I inform him as I come up to him.

He sighs and shakes his head. “When is she not crying?”

I grind my teeth. “Maybe she wouldn’t if you weren’t such a dick,” I snap.

He chuckles. “Taking up for her, are you?”

“Someone has to do your job.”

He stops laughing and tosses his cigarette to the ground. Stepping on it, he looks up at me. “You would like to, wouldn’t you?”

I say nothing. I have never come off as anything more than a friend to Becca. Until tonight. She was underage and just my best friend’s little sister. But tonight, she walked in, and she just looked different to me. She had this black dress on that made me think of nothing but ripping it off her. It showed off every part that said I’m a woman—short enough to show off her long, lean legs. Her perfect, perky tits. It was like the devil calling to a sinner.

He smirks. “Does Ryder know how you feel about his sister?”

“I feel nothing for her,” I growl. And up until tonight, that wouldn’t be a lie.

His smirk grows to a full smile. “Yeah, well, I’ll remember that when I’m fucking her later.”

I punch him in the stomach. He doubles over, grabbing his stomach, and coughs into his hand. I grab him by his neck and lift him to stand upright. I shove him back against the tree and look into his watery eyes. “Ryder may not touch you, but I have no problem breaking every bone in your body,” I shout in anger. I don’t know if I’m angrier that he’s going to be fucking her later or the fact that I can’t really break his nose right now. I went for his stomach ‘cause when he walks back in the party, no one will see the mark left by my fist.

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