Page 23 of Furious
Her eyes follow the trajectory of my gaze. “If I didn’t know that Lev is your best friend, I would think that you’re jealous.”
I can’t deal with her tonight.
My mind is reeling with how we should handle this mess with Fox. There’s always the possibility that I’ll kick his ass the second I see him. I don’t appreciate being forced into something and if I have to go to jail for racing a motorcycle, might as well make it murder and rid the world of that asshole once and for all.
The last thing I need is to have the sheriff’s daughter pestering me with whatever she thinks she wants from me tonight.
“Go away, Heather.”
She grabs my arm. “You are jealous. Does Lev know that you have a thing for his girlfriend?”
She’s more annoying than a mosquito on a hot summer night. “I don’t have a thing for anyone.” I lie. “You’re killing my fucking beer buzz.”
Heather has never been able to take a hint.
“Do Scott and Kelly know that you’re crushing on your sister?”
Thank fuck the music is loud enough that people would have to be listening to us on purpose to hear our conversation; but I don’t want anyone to hear us. Especially not Heather’s friend Angela, who’s looking at us from the drink table just a couple of feet away.
“She isn’t my sister, and I’m not crushing on her.” I bite out, walking away from the dance floor and out of the house.
But when she gets an idea in her head, Heather is worse than a dog with a bone. Rather than leaving me alone like I asked, she follows me out in the backyard.
There are some people playing beer pong and I spot Hart and his girlfriend Bex sitting in the hot tub with our team captain Luke, his boyfriend Shane, and our starting D-man Connor.
I round the corner of the house in the hopes that Heather will give up on tailing me, but I have no such luck.
“If you don’t have a crush on Zara, then prove it.” She challenges me, standing right behind me as I’m facing the fence that separates our house from the Zeta house.
I turn around to look at her. “You said it yourself that she’s with Lev.”
She narrows her eyes. “True. But I’ve seen you and Lev go after the same girl before. So if you really aren’t into Zara, prove it.”
“How am I supposed to prove something so ridiculous?” I snap, frustrated by her insistence.
She comes closer, and I don’t even realize that I’m retreating until my back touches the wood of the fence.
“If you aren’t into Zara, hook up with me. Kiss me.”
Oh, man. If this is karma because I complained about not getting a victory kiss, I take that all back.
“Heather,” I laugh, embarrassed. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not going to kiss you.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, as stubborn as ever. “The only way you can convince me that you don’t have a crush on Zara is by hooking up with someone else. I’m waiting, Chance.”
I’d rather kiss Touchdown, the French bulldog mascot of the football team. But I don’t say that out loud.
“No.” I just say as firmly as I can.
“Why not?”
Jeez. “Because, Heather! You know I love you, but not like that. You’re like a sister to me.” It’s true, I really care about her; even if she can really get on my nerves. Like right now.
“Really?” she argues, clearly hurt. “It didn’t seem that way when you fucked me. Or maybe you do have a sister fetish, judging by how you were staring at Zara.”
Guilt twists my insides. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to take that night back. “That was a mistake, Heather.”
Her eyes fill with tears. “What if it wasn’t a mistake?”
