Page 203 of Falling in Reverse

But there are these moments…the ones when we drop everything.

Call it severe magnetism between two people, but I’m not about to ride this Romeo and Juliet shit into the ground with him.

And he’s aware of that.

I also don’t think he’s completely made up his mind about me either, because neither of us will keep repeating the same fucking thing.

Nessa points behind me, still dancing as she draws my attention to Levi getting grinded on by some brunette.

And not well, I might add.

“I think our boy needs some help.”

Levi currently has both his hands up like he has a gun pointed at him, watching her hunch down on her white heels and come back up to where she bumps Levi’s body with her ass.

My lips draw in an exaggerated smile that he’s probably hating this right now. “I’ll be right back.”

Striding through the small space to where I can see my best friend’s being—we wouldn’t even call it grinding at this point, because I don’t think there’s a name for this—I stand in front of her and receive an immediate glower.

“Move.” I snap my fingers, just because she decided to hit me with a shitty-ass attitude and pushes strands of light brown hair from her face.

“No,” she says simply, pulling at the hem of her tight pink skirt. “I got him first.”

I cock my head. “Did you, though?”

“Yes.” Her eyes fall down the length of me as if that’s going to do anything.

As if she’s going to do something.

“Bay,” Levi warns from behind her, not receiving my attention because I’m not going to do anything-ish.

“Honey, I’m not sure what you’re doing”—I extend my index fingers off my Solo cup and drag it down what the hell she was just attempting to pull off—“but this needs to stop. You’re a walking car crash waiting to happen.”

Her palms bulldoze into my shoulders then, causing me to take two steps back before Levi’s in between us.

“That’s enough,” he order-slurs. “You two knock it?—”

“Don’t insult me,” I muse over the music through knitted brows as I peer up at him. “This is seriously nothing.”

“Yeah, bitch,” she agrees through a sneer. “You can’t just waltz around and start taking people?—”

“I can with this one,” I leer back. “This is my man.”

Man, best friend, childhood pain in the ass…he’s a bunch of things with a various amount of job descriptions. Plus, I might need to keep with my bullshit story in case the boys have spies up my ass somewhere.

The chick glances up at said all of the above and points at me with disbelief. “This is your chick?”

Levi shrugs with indifference. “I guess so.”

My God…

Stepping forward, I accidentally knock into his balls, hearing the hiss through his teeth as I come head-to-head with Miss I Don’t Want To Fuck Off Just Yet.

“Do you know who this is?” I jerk my thumb to Levi and stare back at the bitch who wants to get smacked tonight.

She quirks a brow. “No?”

That causes me to frown and a load of bigger and better questions to skate through my head.

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