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“Theo,” Julian repeats.

“Sorry, Princess. I’ll find you. Don’t think I will forget,” Jazmine nods quickly, spins on her heels and bolts.

Fuck. Something inside me believes the opportunity to kiss Jazmine may not come again. I tighten my fists and turn to face Julian.

“Someone better be fucking dying,”

“Worse. Some girls just said they saw a guy spike their drinks. I need you to help me throw him out.”

“Fine. Where is he?”

***

After twenty minutes of arguing with this piece of shit, Julian and I got him to leave. He is lucky we didn’t call the cops.

Julian apologised to the girls as if it was his fault. I already knew he wasn’t going to get drunk but he has basically become a bodyguard now.

I, however, went to find Jazmine. Again.

A hand brushes against my back. “Theo,”

Fuck my life. Could this night get any worse. Kierra O’Brien is standing in front of me.

“What’s up, Kierra?”

“Just wanted to see you, want to go upstairs?” she purred.

I hold in my need to gag. “I told you months ago, Kierra, I’m not interested.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t need to give you a reason. No is my answer,”

“Fine,” she stalks away, most likely moving on to the next football player she can find.

I look across the room to see Jazmine’s eyes on me. Shit. Did she see me talking to Kierra? Jaz turns towards the door.

“Jaz, wait up.”

My voice brings her to a halt as I zig zag between the crowds. The dirty looks I earn from others when I accidentally run into them doesn’t deter me.

I pick up my speed so I can catch Jaz before she leaves. Her body is tense when I appear in front of her. Anger written on every crevice of her face.

“What do you want, Theo?”

She definitely saw me talking to Kierra. “I told you I would find you. Are you leaving?”

“Yep,”

Fuck. This is not how I wanted tonight to go. “I’ll drive you home,”

“Don’t you want to go with yourfriend?” Her head nodded towards Kierra.

“That wasn’t what it looked like,”

“Sure. It’s fine you don’t owe me an explanation,”

Jazmine’s cheeks were flushed, her fists tight. I’ve never been a fan of possessive women in the past but right now, Jazmine looks utterly fuckable.