Page 38 of Afterglow
“But now that I’ve got you drunk,” Willow pauses. “I want to know more about this Theodore Knight. How hot are we talking on a scale of one to Greek god?”
I let out a noise that is a combination of a sigh and a grunt. “I wish he was a fucking one, that would solve all my problems. I mean, where did all those muscles even come from?”
The words fall from my mouth without protest. Denying my attraction to Knight is hard, but worth it. I don’t need distractions. And being involved with someone is how you lose control. I don't even know where we stand. Are we friends? Acquaintances?
Willow's voice interrupts me. “So, what I’m hearing is, you should fuck him.”
“That’s…” Think drunk brain, what’s the word? Why can’t I think?
“The best idea I’ve ever had. I agree.” Willow reaches across the table to snatch my phone.
“No,” I attempt to get my phone back, but Willow jumps onto the wooden table and scrolls through my contacts.
“Found you. I’m putting it on speaker,”
I think my life is over. I actually am going to die from embarrassment. My cheeks heat and it's no longer from the alcohol. I try to reach over for the phone again but it's no use.
The dial tone drags on but Theodore's voice grabs my attention. “Hello? Princess, are you okay?” His tone drips with concern, while Willow swoons at the nickname.
“He calls you Princess, girl. Why haven’t you jumped his bones?”
Why haven’t I tried to have sex with him? Because I’m trying to deny all my feelings. And I can’t have sex without forming an emotional bond with a person.
“Who is this? Where is Jazmine?”
“Sorry, I am Willow Rogers. AKA her best friend and honorary sister. We were just discussing you and—”
Finally, I see an opening. Standing up on the seat, I grab my phone back from Willow, all while trying to think how I am going to save myself.
“Hi, Theodore. I’m here, this is a big misunderstanding and I apologise for interrupting what I am sure is a thrilling night for you,”
Theodore doesn’t answer, instead I hear mumbling of different voices. “Hello. Theodore? Are you still there?”
“Where the fuck are you?”
Willow and I look towards each other immediately at my brother’s voice. Mischief swirls in Willow’s eyes as she takes the phone back off me. I try to reprimand her, mouthing no multiple times. She doesn’t heed my warning.
“Awe, did you miss me, Jay Jay?”
“Red, I swear to god if you’ve gotten my sister plastered—”
“You’ll what? Jaz is a big girl, she can handle herself. If you’ll excuse us, we are going to dance on the bar. Maybe I’ll find a boy toy to fuck,”
I sigh into my hands as Willow ends the call and passes the phone back.
“Seriously, stirring him up might be all fun and games but eventually he will crack. And I won’t be there to intervene,”
Willow shrugs her shoulders. “Enough about him, I know for a fact that dancing on top of a bar is on your college bucket list.”
Sure. Let’s ignore all our problems and hope they go away.
Spoiler alert:they don’t.
Chapter 18
Theodore Knight
Jayden is fucking pissed.
