Page 45 of Breakout
I am willing to take any scraps she gives me, but it’s never enough. I still want more.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, and because I need her like a moth needs a flame, I shoot her a text.
Me
We going to meet up tonight?
Then I set my phone down and focus on the game so that the lack of a response won’t hurt me as bad.
ten
Beck
We going to meet up tonight?
“Girl, put your phone down. It’s girls’ night,” Cora says, knocking my shoulder.
I turn my screen off quickly, hoping like hell she didn’t see who messaged me. She takes another drink, looking out over the floor.
I have regrets. Major ones.
When Cora came back from her morning class, she asked me if I worked tonight. I didn’t think and told her the truth. I should have told her I had to work so that I wouldn’t be stuck at this club with her and Grace.
That’s a little harsh. I don’t mind being with her and Grace, but I loathe clubs. They are loud with flashing lights and the faint smell of body odor from everyone either drinkingthemselves into a heat stroke or dancing so much that they sweat out the alcohol before it can even hit them.
It’s like a breeding ground for germs. There’s a reason I have never found myself inside of one. It’s one of the experiences from movies I never wanted, yet here I am.
All because of Cora’s big mouth.
“Why are we here again?” I yell over the music.
Grace shoots me a “not impressed” look.
“Stop being a sourpuss. We are looking for a man for you to dance with for a little bit.” I must have a look on my face because she continues to yell, “Oh, don’t look so frightened. You don’t have to take the poor schmuck home. You only need to live a little.”
“Yeah, you spend all of your time in class and at work. You need a little fun.” Cora shakes her chest as if to say that doing that means we are having fun.
“I don’t want to dance with some random guy.”
Especially not since I’m married.
“What about him?” I hear Cora shout to Grace.
“Nah. He’s a fuckboy. He will have his hand down the back of her pants before he gets her name,” Grace says.
“When did you become an expert? Isn’t Clay your first and only boyfriend?” I ask her, making her laugh.
“Yep, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t learned some things by hanging with the guys. That one there might as well be Brett. A fun lay but might give you an STD.”
I roll my eyes. “What about you, Cora? Doesn’t this place hold bad memories for you? I remember you complaining that Kellan kissed you for her benefit here once.”
I feel like a dick bringing it up, but fuck, I want to go home. If I don’t figure out an exit strategy soon, I’m going to have to come clean about being married to Beckett because, fake or not, I won’t be caught dancing with another man. Not only is itdisrespectful to Beckett, but it makes me feel gross just thinking about it. He’s already done this amazing thing for me. The least I can do is honor our vows as much as I can while we are married.
“My last first kiss.” She sighs with a weird smile on her face. “I actually told him that he could have been my last one that night, but he ruined it. Little did I know, he had already forgotten all about Gracie here,” Cora teases.
“Thank God. Kellan is my best friend. I’m happy he is happy,” Grace shouts.
I shake my head. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
