Page 87 of Breakout
“Good.”
I know the polite thing would be to ask him how he is, but I honestly don’t care. We aren’t friends.
“Here you ladies go,” Kellan says as he comes back with drinks.
“Thank you,” I say as I take one from him.
“Should you take that from him? It’s open,” Gabe points out.
“Uh, I don’t know you. I’m Kellan.” He holds his hand out.
“Gabe,” he says, avoiding Kellan’s hand.
Kellan awkwardly lowers his hand.
“How do you know our girl Peyton?” Kellan asks, slinging his arm over me protectively.
“Oh, we were part of the same study group last year and hit it off,” Gabe tells him.
“Really?” Kellan raises a brow.
“Yeah, she’s the best. Now if only I could convince her to go out with me.” Gabe winks.
I bring the drink up to my mouth and take a big drink.
Gabe looks over and frowns. “Seriously, though, Peyton. Don’t you know it’s dangerous to take drinks from people when they are already opened? He could have done something to it, and you would have never known until it’s too late.”
“Now wait a minute, I know you didn’t just accuse me of drugging one of my friends,” Kellan says, dropping his arm from around me as he shifts forward, moving toward Gabe.
“I’m not worried about a drink from Kellan. He’s a friend, and he would never do anything to put me in danger,” I tell him.
Gabe raises his hands. “Okay, sorry. It’s just that you can never be too careful.”
Once again an uncomfortable silence falls over us. How does one nicely tell someone to get lost and that they aren’t interested?
“So would you like to go out sometime?”
I bite back a groan.
Seriously, when is enough, enough?
When I saw Peyton tonight, I started moving toward her immediately. As I got closer, I noticed Kellan with his arm over her, but it didn’t bother me. I didn’t even question it until I saw the guy standing in front of them.
I frown as I notice Kellan’s posture. I play hockey with the guy, and I trust him with my life. I can tell when something is off.
Watching him move forward, pushing Peyton behind him a little, I move closer just in time to hear the fucker in front of them ask Peyton out.
I don’t know who this motherfucker is asking my wife out, but it’s taking everything in me not to knock his lights out. I know violence shouldn’t be my first answer, but something about this guy sets my teeth on edge.
Or maybe it’s the fact that no one knows she’s taken.
Either way, he needs to know that my girl isn’t available.
“Gabe, I’ve told you before, but I’ll say it again: I’m not interested. I’m flattered, really, but it’s not going to happen,” she says gently.
Who is this asshole, and why isn’t he taking no for an answer? Better yet, why is this the first I’m hearing about it?
I watch as his shoulders tense up. Before he can respond, I walk past him and drop my arm over her shoulders.
