“Bathroom?” I ask and Christa points.
I head that way, but I don’t get far before I realize I’m being followed. When I look over, I see Anthony stepping into the hallway.
“You need something?” I ask.
“Depends… you willing to give me something?” he responds as he walks down the hallway. I grab him before slamming him against the wall and kissing him. His lips work against mine as I grip him by the throat with my left hand, not prepared to let him go.
I feel like the world is crashing around me as the control I need to take hold of is torn out of me. I feel like I could do anything.
“What the absolute fuck?” Christa growls and Anthony jerks back.
“He kissed me,” Anthony blurts out.
“I did,” I say, and then laugh. “I kissed him.”
I’m on a fucking high.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Christa yells as she dashes forward like she’s prepared to start smacking one of us, but I just keep laughing and I don’t even know why. I catch her wrists, which seems to just piss her off as she screams at me. Anthony tries to pull her back, but Christa smacks at him as another woman rushes into the hallway.
“What the fuck are you doing?” this woman yells.
“Christa, your sister… Oh… I see she found you…” Abby says with a grimace as she turns the corner.
“Margaret Christine Williamson, you are fucking sixteen,” the woman snaps as she grabs Christa’s wrist.
“He fucking kissed my boyfriend!”
“I will call the police; you are nineteen years old. Do noteverlook at her again, you hear me?” she snaps at Anthony, clamping her hand even more tightly around Christa’s wrist before she drags her out.
Abby gives me a look like she’s trying to hide whatever noise she’s wanting to make until they’re gone. “Oh. My. God. Liam. What the fuck was that?” she says before she starts laughing.“Liam, did you kiss Anthony? What the fuck, man? That’s Christa’s boyfriend.”
“He stared at me half the night,” I say. “I think I’ve had more than enough fun for the night. I think I’m?—”
“Out.”
Both of us look over as Anthony’s brother eyes us. “Both of you out. Now. I’m getting fucking chewed out by some bitch that I let you and her sister in here. Out.”
Abby just laughs again as she quickly grabs my left hand and drags me out the door. She doesn’t let go even as we walk to the nearest bus stop, and I find it weird and a bit annoying but when I go to pull away, I realize her hand is shaking.
“He really is dead? Are you positive?”
“Yeah.”
She bites her lip. “Like… should we check? To make sure.”
“I don’t think any part of that would be a good idea.”
“Yeah, but you could be wrong.”
“I’m not wrong.”
Her hand tightens.
“Crushing my hand will fix nothing.”
“It might. How sure are you?”
“Quite sure.”