Page 43 of You're To Blame 2

I tore my eyes away from trouble and glanced in the direction of the voice to my left. “Connie, Rocco, Trevor.” My face lit up as I hugged my friends.

“I am so happy y’all are here.”

“Babe, catch up with your friends. Matt and I will be back.”

I stared up at him. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, you need time with the geek squad.” He and Matt chuckled.

My fist slammed into his broad chest. He smacked my ass before walking off.

“Are y’all loving this party?”

“Fuck yeah,” Connie grinned.

“How did you guys enjoy your holiday?” I yelled over the music.

“Shit, not as fun as you bitches holiday in London.” Connie’s arms crossed her chest, and she quirked a brow.

I peeked at Rocco. “What the hell?”

“It wasn’t like that. Well maybe it was. I couldn’t help tell Connie and Trevor about the Christmas party fight involving Mason and Tate.” He winked.

I exhaled inside. “Sorry guys.” I glanced between Trevor and Connie.

“I had no idea Mason was coming back from the dead.”

“Good evening.” We turned to the waiter balancing a tray of drinks.

“Ms. Culver, this drink was sent over from the gentleman across the room.” I followed his gaze to a tall brown haired guy with gray eyes. He raised his glass. Who the fuck was he? He must’ve walked in after Tate’s public display of affection.

I smirked. “I can’t accept it. Tell him thank you, but no thank you.”

“Understood.”

Tate would kill him. I was saving his life.

“Could you bring me a vodka on the rocks, please?”

“Right away.”

“Guys, do you know him?”

They shook their heads.

I scanned the room. Tate and Matt stood talking to Stephen and a few other jocks not far from Veronica.

Another waiter walked by. My friends swiped glasses of champagne and plates of hors d'oeuvre off the tray.

“Megan, are you and Matt an item now?” Connie waited for her answer as she sipped the champagne.

I snickered as I snatched a shrimp off of Megan’s plate.

“We are just having a little play time. Nothing more.” She downed the glass of champagne.

“Whoa, what the fuck?” I glared at her.

“So you two aren’t a couple?”

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