Page 59 of Wyatt & Weston
“Well, you're gonna get drunk, right?”
“Yeah, so? Better than being sober and thinking about Emma.”
“You do stupid things when you're drunk,” she points out.
My frown deepens. “What, you think I’m gonna cheat on her or something?”
Not that it would be cheating seeing how we’ve never made anything official. We never even talked as if that was apossibility. Still, in my heart, Emma is my girl. So to me, it would be cheating. And I’d never do that.
“It’s not that.” She looks to her husband for help.
“I’ll keep an eye on him, Little Felon.”
“I don’t need to be watched. Fuck it, I’ll just go myself.” I shove past them and head for my truck, a new wave of anger filling me.
Four hours later, I’m drunk as hell. I lost count how many drinks I’ve had. My vision is blurry, my speech is slurred and my brother has been treating me like a damn toddler.
Worst of all, drinking has done nothing to help me forget about Emma, even temporarily. If anything, it’s only gotten worse.
“Hey, Weston.” A voice sounds next to me.
Squinting, I look over to see a girl sitting next to me at the bar. It’s Amy… or Lisa… Maybe it’s Stacy. Oh well, it doesn't matter.
I don’t respond and look down at my drink. Empty.
“Can I get another?” I slur my words.
“Fuck no.” The bartender laughs. “Sorry, Wilder, you’re cut-off.”
“Well fuck you.” I pout, but I don’t argue. Can’t afford to get kicked out of the only bar. I’ll sober up and drink some more.
“You can have my drink, sugar,” the girl I can’t remember her name says, sliding her drink along the bar top.
“No thanks.” I push it back over to her.
“Oh, come on,” she says in a pouty tone. “You look sad. Let me cheer you up.”
Her hand brushes down my arm, and my whole body stiffens.
My eyes snap to where she’s touching me and I pick her hand off like it’s a bug and let it drop.
She frowns.
“I said, no thanks.”
“You're no fun,” she huffs. “Where's your brother?”
I let out a humorless laugh. “Don’t know, but you wouldn’t have any better luck. You're not her, you will never be her. You don’t stand a chance.”
Hurt flicks across her face and then I feel the sting of her hand as it slaps me across my face.
“You don’t have to be so damn rude!” she snaps before turning around and walking over to a group of guys.
Rubbing at my jaw, I let out a huff, not even caring.
“Damn, brother, harsh much?” Hadley sits next to me, giving me a pitying look.
“What is everyone with that damn face?” I mutter.
