Page 167 of Catfish

Annie seems the confident one while Meghan probably follows along even though she’s the prettier of the two. With longer lashes and wide-set eyes, she can captivate a man with just that. Annie has a heart-shaped face and a broad forehead, big mouth to hide her self-esteem issues because I bet she tries to outshine her little friend every time they go out.

“Do you go here?” Annie asks, cocking her head to the side.

“Go where?”

“Ohio State.”

“No, I graduated a few years back,” I lie.

Annie starts to twirl a piece of her blonde hair. “Oh, that’s cool. Do you wanna dance?”

I open my mouth to tell her not right now, but Reagan rounds my body and leans into me. "He loves to dance.”

My nostrils flare as I keep my shit-eating smirk glued to my face.

She's going to pay for that shit, whether it's me changing one of my events at the last minute or eye-fucking her purposely to see how much I can make her squirm. Regardless, I don't forget shit.

Annie practically bounces on her toes. “Awesome.”

Reagan's hand finds the middle of my back and gives me a gentle shove off my stool to get me to move.

Yep, the woman is going to feel every ounce of my wrath in the weeks coming up.

Annie grabs my hand like she's snatching the last makeup item off the shelf on Black Friday and yanks me, along with poor Meghan, through the crowd, and I'm assuming towards the dance floor.

I'd give Reagan a glare over my shoulder, but she'd revel in that shit, so I don't. She won't get any more ammo on me tonight. Getting me out of my comfort zone and to a bar filled with drunk kids with dreams that half of them will fuck up down the road is enough for one night.

The moment we hit what I think might be the dance floor, Annie starts obnoxiously shaking her ass in front of me before dropping to the ground. Meghan, thank fuck, is the calmer of the two, and I already need another drink.

But since I don't know if Reagan has a clear view of me, I'll take advantage of whatever opportunity comes my way and show her that I'm not entirely dead when it comes to the opposite sex.

I can thank her for that.

Gripping Meghan’s hand because I’m afraid with Annie’s flaring arms that she’s going to punch me in the face, I position her in between us, using the poor thing as a shield. Last thing I need to do is explain a black eye.

Meghan looks up at me with hesitant eyes, probably not wanting to do this just as much as me, but we start to move to the beat of the fast-paced song along with the rest of the bar groupies.

Thankfully, we’re not out there long, as the girls follow me back to the bar only for me to find another guy already in my spot and talking to Reagan.

His back is to me, bad idea because if I was a jealous drunk I’d be yanking him off the stool. But I’m the jealous buzzed man tonight, and causing a scene isn’t going to help me stay low-key, only get me thrown out of the bar.

“Can’t leave you alone for one minute,” I announce, standing behind the dude who’s not going to be doing anything with Reagan tonight.

The guy swivels around, stringy blonde hair that goes into his eyes. He reminds me of a younger Chase, only my best friend wouldn't be looking at me like I was about to pound his head against the bar top right now. He'd be telling me to go fuck off.

“Yo, sorry man, I didn’t know I was intruding.”

“You’re not—” I reach around him to grab Reagan’s arm. “—she just owes me a dance.”

I don't look to see if she's pissed that I just took her away from her new friend or that I just dragged her away like a caveman, but she comes willingly as I drag us in between the throngs of people.

Maybe the ass clown and Annie can hit it off because she acts like she’ll talk to anyone with a pulse and dick.

Finding a spot for the both of us, I pivot around to find Reagan beaming up at me like she just won the lottery.

“Wow,” she deadpans.

“What?”

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