Page 83 of Tainted Romance

If Zane wanted to act like nothing had happened, then I could too.

Chapter Thirty-five

"You can't do that." Chase gritted his teeth while sitting on the edge of the couch. He looked about to break the controller.

Blake didn't say anything back as his car glided through the finish line.

"It's not fucking bumper cars." Chase was not taking the loss well.

I yawned and stretched out on the sofa watching the two bicker about who knocked who off the track. I knew it was lame to admit it, but I was actually enjoying this. Just laying around at their house, watching them bicker and play video games.

This beat a night home with mom any night of the week, but really, I just missed my friends.

"We're out of beer," Blake yelled from the kitchen.

"I'm not going to get more," Chase grunted and threw his feet up on the coffee table that was covered with empty cans and pizza boxes. Some things never changed.

Blake scratched his head, clearly thinking hard for a solution. Really it wasn't a hard one to figure out, but he’d had a few to drink.

His eyes finally landed on me, and I arched my eyebrows at his pointed finger.

"Allie, seeing as you are the sober one."

"And quiet one," Chase added.

"Don't give her a reason to say no, dickhead." Blake threw a sour look at his brother. "She's the solution to getting more beer."

"You know guys, for a pair of growing teenage boys, you drink too much." I faked a snobbish look. "Really, what would your parents think?"

Chase threw a cushion at me. "Don't even do that, ‘Miss Two Cans Stripper’"

I gasped. "THAT WAS ONE TIME! And I was fourteen!"

The pair were too busy chuckling to evenlistento my defense - just like every other time they brought that day up.

"Fine, I'll drive you!" I huffed, getting up.

"Aww, Winters, stop acting like you had a choice." Blake ruffled my hair as I walked past, before grabbing and pulling me back into a tight bear hug, lifting me off the ground.

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"Look, Allie, it's your sponsor." Chase just happened to have stumbled across a snail pail box.

"I wasn't going that slow." I grumbled at him, "Just because I actually do the speed limit."

"You didn't go over forty, Allie."

"I'm driving on one point, Chase. Can't afford to lose my license."

"Speed limit is sixty."

"Your face is sixty."

"So, that is how it is now between us, my face is sexy." He wiggled his eyebrows smirking like an idiot.

Groaning in frustration. "Would you just hurry up and go get your popping candy already, so we can go meet Blake at the car."

He was like a four-year-old. Who craves popping candy at this time of night? And who throws a tantrum if they don't get it - Chase.

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