Page 65 of Don't Leave
Yeah, I was.
Obviously, that’s not going to happen.
Even though it feels impossible, I force my lips into a thin smile before giving a halfhearted wave. “Hi.”
The brunette with gorgeous, long wavy hair taps her chest. “Hey, I’m Vanessa.” She cocks her head toward her blonde counterpart. “And this is Andrea. We’re Taus.”
My expression must say it all because she quickly elaborates. “Alpha Sigma Tau, that is.”
Oh.
Of course, they’re sorority girls. I should have known. They seem exactly like the bubbly ex-cheerleader types with their huge boobs, tiny waists, glossy hair, and lips that look like they could suck the chrome off a bumper.
It only makes me wonder if Cole has experienced either one of their chrome sucking abilities.
I suck in a steady breath before expelling it.
This is crazy. I seriously need to settle.
Even though it’s tempting to reach over and pull out all their lustrous hair, I remind myself that I don’t,technically, have anything against these girls. Up until five minutes ago, I didn’t know they existed.
Since I have zero claim on Cole—as he was quick to point out—he’s fair game.
As soon as those thoughts circle through my head, Vanessa reaches over and strokes her sparkly blue talons over his forearm all the while eye-fucking him in front of me.
Unable to stomach the sight, my gaze shifts to Andrea only to see her batting mascara-laden lashes at him. For goodness’ sake, it’s one o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon, people. Get a freaking grip on your hormones.
What I don’t understand is if their mentality ismay the best woman winor if they plan on sharing him. The mental image of these two getting it on with him makes me sick to my stomach.
You know what?
I can’t do this.
I can’t stick around and watch these two females rub up against Cole like a couple of cats in heat. Since he’s not doing anything to deter them from flirting with him in front of my face, I take it as my cue to leave.
With a quick step in retreat, I force the words from my lips. “I thought lunch would work out, but I’ve actually got to run.” Before Cole can respond, I turn to his friends.
I have to remind myself for the second time that I have no bone to pick with them.
Oh, who am I kidding?
I’d like nothing more than to haul off and bitch slap the pair of them into next week where I can then go and kick their asses all over again.
Tamping down those thoughts, I smile. It might be gritted, but I congratulate myself on holding it together.
“It was nice meeting you two, I’m sure I’ll see you both around.”
They flash identical white smiles before gushing, “You, too!”
And then I swing around and haul ass out of there. Cole calls out my name, but I don’t bother to turn around.
To make matters worse, the hot sting of tears pricks the backs of my eyes. But I’ll be damned if I allow them to fall. I’ve spent the last week and a half moping around and mourning our relationship. What’s become obvious is that I’m the only one who was hoping we could work things out. If Cole had any interest in getting back together, he wouldn’t have let those girls hang all over him in front of me.
I’m done.
Done being depressed.
Done blaming myself for how our relationship fell apart.
