Page 87 of Diem

“Okay,” he says, turning away to answer his phone.

With a shiver, I make my way back inside and find my purse on the table. Scooping it, I head for the door only to pause when my phone buzzes.

What? I just told him I’d be back.

Matt: I have to go, can you catch a ride with Bone?

Seriously? Dropping my phone into my bag, I race back outside but Bone is long gone and so is Matt.

Wow. I just got left behind by my date, at prom. I’m not sure how I feel about it, but warm and fuzzy does not cover it.

I can call my parents for a ride or figure out a rideshare. Yeah, the choice is a no brainer. Pulling up the app, I peruse the options. It’s freaking cold out here so the sooner the better. Bingo! Five minutes away.

I’m just about to accept the ride but I pause, looking up.

Was that a groan?

Sidestepping around a vehicle, I stumble and scrabble against the hood of the car, mumbling, “Shit.”

Strong, warm hands grab my thighs and I glance down to find Diem sitting on the ground.

“What? Diem?” I say, dropping to my knees. “Are you hurt?”

He looks up with one eye closed but doesn’t answer. Cocking my head, I examine him for injuries before saying slowly, “Diem?”

“Hm?” he purrs, touching my leg. The rough pad of his fingers sends a shiver through me which I ignore.

Raising a brow, I murmur, “Are you drunk?”

“Nope,” he says, before he sags against the car.

“Great.” Glancing around, I see nothing but an empty lot. Where are his annoying sycophants when you need them?

Diem starts to snore and with a grimace, I tap his cheek, maybe a little harder than I needed to.

“Huh?” he mumbles.

“Where’s your date?”

“Don’t got one.”

“Where’s Maxie, Diem?”

“Don’t know.” His shrug sends him keeling over and I grab his shoulder, but he’s built like a brick wall.

“Sweet, if you want to fuck, all you gotta do is ask,” he says, pulling me into his arms.

I’m two seconds away from melting before I snap out of my Diem induced haze and mumble, “As if I’d fuck you after Maxie.”

“Couldn’t get it up.”

“What?” I rear back and stare. What did he just say?

With a groan, he rubs his face. “Forget I said that.”

“Okay,” I say when he pushes me gently aside.

“As a matter of fact, forget everything,” he says, stumbling to his feet.

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