Page 165 of Obsession

“Yeah, I feel great,” I finally replied.

The beer slid down my throat cold, and the feeling caused goosebumps to form on my skin.

As I looked around, I seemed a little overdressed. All the girls here were provocatively sexy, their skirts way too short, which in turn gave the guys a prime view of their asses. Deep cleavages and high stilettos, each of them stole the show with their shiny style. Excessive makeup and behavior to match, and somehow, they all reminded me of Amber, the mere thought making me cringe inside.

My black T-shirt, ripped jeans, and combat boots were definitely out of place. The girls here were just like the cars: trinkets for the boys. I felt better when I saw that V’s outfitresembled mine and stood out with her signature color. She wasn’t an accessory here, and her attitude proved it.

“So you’ve decided to give this asshole another chance? I’ve never seen him as wild as in the last few days.”

I gulped down the beer and looked at her. I wanted details on that statement, and she smiled.

We walked through the crowd, and I was getting increasingly nervous because I couldn’t see Harris anywhere, but after we passed a few people, we reached a circle, and I could see him again. He was standing next to his car and three others, along with Jay, Ken, and another boy I didn’t know.

As soon as he noticed me, Harris gave me a dazzling smile that I’d never seen on him before. It was clear that he was in his element here.

“I’ve never seen him behave like this towards a girl. Harris has always been protective of his girlfriends because he’s very sensitive when it comes to… what happened to you. You’ll understand why later,” V spoke seriously as she looked at Harris, who was play-fighting the other boys.

I was struggling to figure out what they were up to.

“Thing is, I’ve never seen him so angry and so obsessed with protecting someone.”

I turned to her and swallowed. I’d already figured Harris was obsessed with protecting me.

“I know you are upset about Amber, but she and Harris haven’t been a real couple for a long time. She’s the obsessive one who won’t let him go. This final breakup wasn’t easy, believe me.” Her eyes widened as if she’d witnessed a lot of circus and crying.

“Would she really be capable of hurting herself?” I asked, remembering what Harris had told me.

V rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

“She’s a drama queen and totally insane. Yes, she probably would, but that’s none of your business. Harris wants you. He wants you in a way he’s never wanted any of the others before you, trust me, I’ve known him for a long time.”

I looked down at the floor and pressed my lips together, not knowing how to respond.

“What did she do before?” I continued because the thought was nagging at me. I really didn’t want Amber on my conscience.

V wrinkled her nose in disgust and took a sip of her drink.

“I have no idea; Harris didn’t tell us. Don’t think he took her to the garage too often, especially not after I messed up her face for about two weeks.”

I almost choked on my beer and started laughing.

“What?”

She grinned.

“She stepped on my tail, I was drunk and angry, and it’s easy to imagine the rest. She was lucky Harris heard her scream.”

“I would have paid to see that,” I laughed as she winked at me.

V was certainly one to win every fight, especially with another girl.

He shook her head toward Harris.

“You really got to him. It was so funny to see him so rabid, even if Jay didn’t particularly like it. Harris punches him every time he remembered that text.”

My eyes widened.

“So Jay really sent that text?”

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