Page 59 of Rocked: The Price of Dreams

“Come on, Vicki.” Quill ambled toward her. He took her hand in one of his and adjusted his crotch with the other. “It’s over with Kyle. So can we please go and finish what we started? My balls are hurting.”

I gaped. The guy had no shame. Unbelievable.

“No.” She yanked her hand free then stepped toward Kyle, but I held up my hand in warning. I’d take her down if I had to, friend or not.

A tear fell onto Vicki’s cheek. “Kyle? I’m sorry. I love you.”

“No. You don’t.” Poison dripped in his tone. “If you did, you wouldn’t have fucked Quill. So, screw you. I’m out of here.”

As Kyle stormed down the hall, I shook my head at Vicki. “How could you hurt him? Please, stay away.” I turned on my heels and with Hunter by my side, I rushed down the hall to follow Kyle.

Vicki cried, staggering after us. “Kyle. Wait.”

But it was too late. We were gone.

As I charged out of the big glass doors into the fresh air, my heart broke for Kyle. The three of us grabbed our mountain bikes and rode home as fast as we could. Kyle yelled and cursed the whole way. Every agonizing holler hurt my chest. He didn’t deserve his. No one did. Lying, cheating, bitch Vicki. No one did this to Kyle.

We skidded to a halt outside his home.

“Stay here.” He dropped his bicycle on the grass, then rushed inside the house. A minute later, he returned with a bottle of Jack Daniels in hand. He stuffed it in his backpack and mounted his bicycle. “Let’s head to the creek.”

Oh yeah. This would be interesting.

Bring it.

Chapter 20

We zoomed down the road on our bicycles, then followed the dirt track that led through the parklands. We dumped our mountain bikes underneath a tree and strode to the edge of the creek. Kyle needed us. If he wanted to get wasted, cry, bitch, and scream at the world, Hunter and I would be by his side for every second.

Kyle sank onto the grass, cracked open the JD, and took a swig. He grimaced and winced as he swallowed...then he screamed. “Arrrrgh! That fucking bitch.”

I sat beside him, our knees touching. Vicki was my friend, but Kyle meant the world to me. I hated seeing him like this. We’d warned him about her reputation before he’d asked her out. But he’d fallen for her. I hated seeing him heartbroken and hurt. It hit me right in the chest. In some strange way, I experienced what he was going through. Maybe it was because we’d grown so close over the years. I’d do anything to make him feel better. Getting shitfaced together was at the top of the list.

“I’ll never forgive her for this. You deserve so much better.” Had Vicki honestly thought she’d get away with banging somebody else behind Kyle’s back? No one hurt my guys. I grabbed the bottle and took a swig.

Whoa!

My eyes widened. My throat burned. My chest ignited.

I coughed and struggled to draw breath.

Damn! Whiskey was the shit! I loved it.

Hunter sat in front of us and stretched out his long legs. He snatched the bottle from me and downed a mouthful. Staring at the JD, he moaned and licked his lips. “Wow! Why have we never drunk this before? It’s fucking awesome.”

Kyle stole the bottle back and drank another shot. “We don’t leave until it’s all gone.”

I placed my hand on his knee and gave it a rub. “If you insist.” Kyle passed me the whiskey and I raised it toward my lips. “To drowning your sorrows. Together.” I knocked back some more JD. It slid down my throat easily and warmed me from the inside out.

By the time the sun had set, we’d made it through a third of the bottle and were full of giggles and spinning shit.

Chuckling, Kyle shook his head. “It was too good to be true, wasn’t it?”

I draped my arm around his back. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I hoped she’d changed. You two were good together.”

“Thanks.” He tossed a stone into the rocky creek. Water splashed then the small rock was smothered by the gentle rapids. “I should’ve known better than to think some girl would love me. They all know about my dad and never come over to my place in case he’s there. They can’t stand how much time I spend on music. They always question my friendship with you guys.”

“Fuck ’em.” Hunter’s tone hovered low. “I’m over the bullshit of school. Let them think what they want. They’re not friends if they can’t accept us for who we are.”

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