I shift uncomfortably in my seat as the tension at the table shifts to borderline sexual.
“Meet you there, Satan,” Holland muses.
I’ve never noticed it before, but Holland and Lainey argue like an old married couple.
Ellie doesn’t even seem bothered by it anymore. She just sits back and lets it go. I think she finds it entertaining honestly, and most of the time it is.
But right now, it feels a bit like I’m interrupting something.
Lainey sets her drink down and sighs.
“I’m going to dance. El, Gwen, you coming?” she asks with a hopeful expression. Usually I’d say no, but right now there’s a little too much happening at this table.
I nod, taking one last sip of my water before walking passed the guys. I can feel Ryker’s stare as we make our way onto the dance floor.
The song changes to something with more of a techno vibe, and Ellie, Lainey, and I dance together shamelessly. I’m not as sensual as they are, and I’m definitely not a dancer, but I’ve always liked having little dance parties just us girls.
As we dance and the songs change, I periodically find myself looking back to the booth to see if Ryker and his friends are still standing there.
They’ve taken up residence at our booth as they watch us carefully from their seats. I’m suddenly very aware of the short dress and tall heels I’m wearing, and the way the dress is riding up, almost revealing my thong to everyone in the club.
“Who’s that guy sitting next to Mason?” I ask, leaning into Lainey so she can hear me over the music. She looks back to the table to see who I’m referring to.
“Oh, that’s Logan, Ryker’s brother. He’s my year, and the total opposite of Ryker,” Oh Lainey, the perpetual gossip. Thank God for her or I wouldn’t know shit that happens on campus.
That explains why he looks familiar. He’s got Ryker’s eyes, and the same scowl that I’m pretty sure is permanently engraved into Ryker’s face. Seriously, does the guy ever actually smile?
“I heard they don’t really get along, and their dad is like, a total jackass.”
I look back to the table, but this time Ryker isn’t there. I look around the dark but colorfully lit space, landing on the bar, where I see Ryker and some tall, leggy blonde with her hands all over him.
My stomach sinks, and the dancing mood I was in just minutes ago vanishes, now replaced with a sour, bitter feeling that I most definitely do not like.
I glance around me and pluck someone’s shot out of their hand, downing it. The burn in my throat distracts me from the unfamiliar feeling in my chest. Am I jealous?
Chapter 34
Ryker
Amy’s tits are in my face as I lean against the bar waiting for my beer.
Her blonde hair is pulled back into a sleek bun and her makeup is completely over the top. I know we’re at a club, but no one needs that much makeup on their face.
The perfume she wears reminds me of summer. Her dress is skintight, leaving very little to the imagination as her tits pour over the top. There’s a large diamond shaped hole right in the middle, showing off her taut stomach and belly ring.
She flutters her eyelashes flirtatiously. I just want her to go away. I guess she didn’t get the fucking message the last time I had to tell her to leave me the fuck alone.
Amy takes a step forward, placing herself between my legs. Her hands slide up my chest seductively as she wraps her thin, tanned arms around my neck. I have to stifle the urge to throw her off of me as to not create a scene in the very crowded club.
Leaning in, Amy uses her tongue to trace the shell of my ear before whispering, “You look reallyyy sexy tonight,” she says, the stench of tequila on her breath.
I reach around, slowly peeling her arms off of me and pushing them away. She pouts, her dark red bottom lip jutting out in a way that would be sexy as fuck if I wasn’t obsessed with a girl that can’t decide whether she hates me or wants to fuck me.
“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” I say curtly, as the bartender finally hands me my beer. Amy has the nerve to look hurt, but she recovers quickly, pasting a fake as fuck smile on her face.
“Come on, Ryker. Don’t be like that,” she reaches out to me again. I catch her wrist, grabbing it tightly. I say the only thing I can to let her know I’m serious. I’d never actually do it, but the threat should be good enough.
I look her dead in the eyes. “Touch me again, and I’ll have you kicked out of this school so fast you won’t even have time to pack,” I spit. Amy’s eyes go wide, and then she backs away slowly. She smiles awkwardly, looking around us to see if anyone had been listening.