Page 77 of Playing with Fire

"Where are you guys?" I ask.

"We're by the fire. You really can't miss us." The pleading tone of his voice made me smile and then laugh.

I tell them we'll arrive shortly before I hang up the phone.

We walk back towards the fire while Hazel holds onto my arm. I spot a big group of girls with a dark-haired boy among them at the center as we approach, and the voices grow louder.

I believe his head spins in search of our location until he finally catches my gaze and then his face shows relief. The dark-haired boy taps on Felix's shoulder then turns their gaze toward us.

I recognize that a girl touches Jaxon's bicep with her hand before we arrive at their location which reminds me of typical movie flirting. I was unable to comprehend why my stomach felt twisted and why I disliked it. I don't understand why it occurred to me, but I definitely didn't like it.

The girls are completely unbearable. I literally don't understand where to begin my rant.

They're just loud. Really fucking loud. And obnoxious. Extremely fucking obnoxious.

I dialed Emerson's number just moments ago, yet it seemed like an eternity since I made the call. My eyes kept searching for them as I paid no attention to the questions flying at me.

"So, what position do you play? Quarter pounder?" One of them asks.

I need to get away from this place immediately!

My shoulders loose tension as soon as I see her small figure in the distance. I touch Felix since he's been sending Hazel many texts and then gesture toward them.

"Oh my god, finally." He breathes.

My attempt to push through the crowd to get away from this mob situation is interrupted when a girl grabs my arm. I lower my head to notice her hand on me and pull it away.

"Do you have Instagram?" The girl requested my Instagram with an overly sweet voice.

"Yeah," I say nonchalantly, looking up again.

"Can I, have it?" She follows up.

I respond with a "No" to her request before moving on.

I took a step forward after escaping from the group before I felt small hands touch my stomach. I looked downward to find Emerson peeking out from beside me.

"Who was that?" She looks at the girl whom I believed had pulled me earlier.

"I don't even know." I exhale.

Her eyebrows move together into a furrow before she decides to turn around. I place my arm around her shoulder to signal the girls at my back that I'm unavailable.

If I pretend, I already have a boyfriend then nobody will make passes at me.

"What are you doing?" She asks me what I'm doing as she tries to remove my arm from around her shoulder.

Please just act like you feel affection for me while we walk. I tell her it shouldn't be difficult because I'm aware of her feelings just to irritate her.

She lets out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh my god? I never realized but it seems I've become too swept away by you. she jokes.

I wish. "Shut up." Laughter escapes me as I pull her closer with my arm.

She grips my shirt and leans toward my chest to find her balance. She stands before me without any movement except to look directly at me.

I like it very much. Her. Looking at me. The experience activated a part of my brain within a brief period. It makes my chest feel all weird.

"Don't give me that." she narrows her eyes.

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