Page 26 of The Devil's Tattoo
“If you were aiming to get one up on the sleazebag, I think you just got ahundredup.”
“I never knew Frank could dancelikethat.”
“How is that man single?” Dee agreed like we were girlfriends chatting aboutcuteboys.
I didn’t really care about what Will thought. Dancing with Frank was fun, and we were friends, and no matter what they thought, I just wanted to make the most of this tour with them because who knew what wouldhappennext.
What I didn’t want to acknowledge was that deep down I actually wanted to make Will fumingly jealous. I wanted to see steam coming out of his ears. I wanted him to know what itfeltlike.
I still didn’t believe what everyone was saying about Will being into me, but even Simone had noticed. Was he really trying to make me jealous? If he was, he was going about it thewrongway.
“That guy is shameless.” Dee shook his head, reading my thoughts. “I mean, I’m all for a good time, but that’s a new level. I don’t string ’emon.”
Frank came back while I was daydreaming. “Will came up to me just now, and I swear he was gonna punch me one. You’ve pussy-whippedhim,Zo.”
My lip curled as he set another bottle of cider on the table for me. “What are you onabout?”
“I don’t think he liked the idea of someone elsetouchingyou.”
That made me madder than I thought it would. “He’s hardly spoken to me this entire week and spends his free time flirting with randoms and probably fucking them, too. Like it’s his business what I do. I can dance with whoever I want, howeverIwant.”
“Calm down, Zoe.” Dee threaded his arm through mine. “You’redrunk.”
“No, I’m not,” Iprotested.
“If he’s trying to make you jealous, looks like it backfired,” Frank said, trying not to look me intheeye.
“Can’t say I want to be him right now,” Deeagreed.
Abruptly, I jerked away from him and ducked into the crowd before he could pull me back. Truthfully, I was a little drunk by that stage, so when I walked up to the bar and saw Will waiting to be served, I scowled at him with such force I even scared myself. When he turned around and saw the look on my face, he actually lookedsurprised.
“What the hell is your problem?” I asked, thumping down my empty bottle onthebar.
“Franktoldyou.”
“Of course, Franktoldme.”
“This is the most animated I’ve seen you offstage.”
“What’s your problem?” I asked again, and suddenly, I felt incredibly turned on at how riled up he’d made me from this one little thing. Frank said Will had it bad? I had itworse.
“I don’t have aproblem.”
“Why the hell do you care?” I exclaimed. “On second thoughts, don’t answer that. I couldn’tcareless.”
“I could carealot.”
I was too angry for his cryptic remark to register. “Oh, go fuck your random skank over a toilet, and leave me the hellalone.”
Will stared at me dumbfounded, and for once, he seemed like he was lost for words. I didn’t stick around to wait for him to snap out of it. I turned sharply on my heel and elbowed my way back to where I’d left my next drink withtheboys.
“You sure put him in his place,” Dee sniggered as Iapproached.
“Oh, go jump,Dylan.”
“Your name’s Dylan?” Chrisasked.
“Now see what you’ve done?” he exclaimed. “You’ve ruined mymystique.”
“Is that what you call it?” Iasked.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Never mind. I’m taking you back to the hotel if you’re done defending Frank’svirtue.”
“Hey,” Frank exclaimed. “I don’t have any virtue toprotect.”
I didn’t have the strength to protest as Dee slipped an arm around my waist and guided me from the venue. Going back to the hotel was a good idea. I was so worked up, who knew what I’d say to Will next. Hell, what would I say if I saw him with another girl? Yeah, going back to the hotel was agreatidea.
