Page 26 of Rebellious

I rake my hands through my hair and stare at the bastard reflecting back. Why isn’t she answering her phone? It’s her fault I can’t press a half-inch needle into my skin. “Bennett?”

Forgetting my nosy-ass brother waits outside, I shake off thoughts of Aspen and yell, “I’m fine.”

Drew’s quick to respond. “Doesn’t sound like you’re fine.”

The corner of my lip twitches. “Does it sound like I’m about to kick your ass?”

His snort of laughter makes me smile. “I’d like to see your big ass try. Quickness always beats out muscle.”

Did I mention my brother is a liar?

“Cover up, pretty boy, I’m coming in.”

I don’t bother trying to stop him. My family has serious issues with following rules.

Sighing, I drop my head just as my brother pushes through the door and does a quick sweep around the bathroom. He knows the issue. My guess is he’s trying to figure out how to approach the situation without sending me into a fit of fury while his guests are here.

“Want me to do it?” He nods to the black bag on the counter.

“No. I got it.” I lie.

Drew nods his head. “Aspen still ignoring you?”

I turn and level him with a flat look. “She’s asleep.”

He hops onto the counter. “Oh, good. I thought for sure the blonde winning cup pong with Fenn was her. I’m glad to know she’s tucked away in bed and not drunk in our living room.”

“What?” I bolt for the door. “Aspen’s here? When did she get here?”

Drew shrugs. “Probably when Sebastian shoved Vee into his car and drove off, leaving Aspen alone on the sidewalk.”

Vee is Drew’s problem. I can only handle one woman at a time. “I hope you’re handling that.” I tell him, heading through my bedroom and out into the hall.

He follows behind me. “I’m tracking her phone. They’re at some taco truck.”

I nod. “Is she coming with us in the morning?”

“Nah. She’s meeting Oliver at the airport. They’re coming later.”

Oliver is Vee’s older brother. “Good. That’s one less person I’ll have to rehydrate in the morning.”

My brother barks out a laugh. “I think you have more to worry about than our morning hangovers.”

In the middle of our living room, my eyes zero in on the girl with the honey-colored hair tied up in a knot, her head thrown back, chugging a beer.

“Chug, chug, chug, chug.”

The chanting amplifies my fury with each clap.

“Do not act crazy.” Drew narrows his eyes in warning. “I have friends here.”

Ignoring him, I march up to Aspen, wrench the cup from her hand and shove it into Fenn’s chest.

“BJ!” she yells. “Have a drink with me.”

She’s drunk alright. “Let’s get you some water,” I offer. Drew asked me not to act crazy. I’m trying, even though I’d like nothing less than to yank her to my room and lock the door.

“I don’t want any water,” she tells me, dragging her nail against my cheek.

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