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The first thing I see when I walk through the door is Lincoln dancing in her bikini top with that fucking hat on.
Stassie is right next to her and every guy in the place has his eyes on the two of them. I watch as Jackson stares at her, without a hat on his head, and I feel my blood boil.
I want to walk straight over to him and knock that Michelob bottle down his throat but I know that will come with a million questions from Reiss. So I keep it bottled in, but I make no promises if he puts his hands on her.
“Bro,” Reiss says, taking my hand in our special bro-shake and motioning over his shoulder, “Come on, we got a few buckets.”
I follow Reiss to a few tables the guys have pushed together and pull a beer out of the tin bucket, wiping it off with a napkin.
“How drunk is she?” I ask Reiss, pointing with the neck of my beer bottle to Lincoln. “Looks like she’s borderline 4thof July last year.”
“Jackson brought jello shots out on the boat, she’s been hammering them back all day.”
Of course he did.
“He knew that was the only way she’d fuck him.”
Reiss retracts like I slapped him, “The fuck did you just say?”
I now realize that my words weren’t just internal, I’d said them out loud.
“I just mean she’s not interested in Jackson, not really. So the only way to get her attention was to get her drunk. He’s not stupid.”
Reiss sneers, “Can we not talk about my little sister getting fucked please.”
“I’m just saying that’s all he wants. He doesn’t give a shit about her.”
Reiss’ head snaps in my direction quickly, “And you do?”
“As a matter of fact I do. I don’t want her getting drunk and being taken advantage of by some guy who just wants to get his dick wet.”
“You need to chill the fuck out,” he laughs. “She’s eighteen and she’s gonna have some fun.”
“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until your baby sister is pregnant at eighteen and her life is fucked.”
“You sound so fucking crazy right now, Colson. You know he would be smart enough to wrap it up. What is your problem with him anyway?”
I don’t answer him immediately because my only problem is that he wants the same girl I want.
Reiss continues, “Plus, I could think of worse baby daddies than Jackson Fairbanks.”
Me?
I bite my tongue, “And if he hurts her?”
“Then I guess I’ll kick his ass,” Reiss shrugs, changing the subject. “Lets find Mira. She has some friends coming.”
The fact that he isn’t at all concerned about Jackson with Lincoln irritates me, when I know he would freak out if I told him I was interested in her. He said it himself.
“I’m good,” I say. “I’m gonna drink a few then head out.”
He shakes his head, “You are acting so weird, bro. Get off these crutches so I can have my best friend back.”
“That’s the plan,” I whisper as he walks away.
Reiss is always so unbothered. It is almost annoying sometimes. I’m an anxious person, he’s not. He’s always calm and collected while I’m a hot head with an attitude. We’re like night and day, which is probably why we get along so well and have since we were little kids.
Reiss is sunshine and I am a goddamn tornado.
