Page 3 of Seduced By My Brother's Best Friend
Fallon gasps.
“Alex,” she calls, but I barely even hear her.
I pull my arm back and deliver another punch to the man’s jaw. He lets out an agonized sound before clutching it. His dark eyes turn murderous, and he steps toward me like he’s about to return the favor. I’m ready to kick him in his torso when Fallon suddenly gets in between us. She stands in front of me.
“I’m so sorry.”
For one moment, I’m confused about what she’s saying. Then I realize she’s apologizing to that fucker, and my eyes widen.
“He’s acting like this because he’s drunk,” she’s still saying.
I move to push her out of the way, but she turns to me and glares. “Alex, stop.”
Gritting my teeth, I take a step back and cross my arms. Unbelievable.
“He better be careful next time,” the asshole threatens, rubbing his jaw and walking away.
“What the hell, Alex?” Fallon asks me, whirling around.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? That asshole gropes you in the middle of a bar, and you apologize. Are you stupid?”
Her eyes narrow. “He was bigger than you. Excuse me for not wanting to watch you get hurt.”
“I could have taken care of myself. You didn’t have to be such a pushover,” I snap.
I look into her eyes one last time before pushing past her and walking out into the night. The cool night air against my face completely erased every last inebriation I had been feeling. I’m walking towards my car when Fallon appears in front of me.
“You’re not drinking and driving,” she states.
“I sobered up,” I say without looking at her.
“No. No way in hell, Alex. I’m driving you home.”
She grabs my keys from my jacket before unlocking my car and heading into the driver’s seat. I roll my eyes before following her. My house isn’t too far from here, and she’s definitely overreacting, but she’s also right. I usually don’t drink and drive. I must be out of it tonight, and it’s all because of her. She has the ability to throw me off completely.
We’re silent for all of five minutes before she speaks up.
“You didn’t have to do that back there. I could have taken care of myself.”
“No, you couldn’t have. And you telling that asshole, sorry, proves my point. You don’t have to be so nice to everyone, Fallon. Nobody gives a shit.”
“I give a shit. And I don’t need you to protect me.”
We finally pull up on my street, and she parks in front of my house.
“Yeah, well, you don’t have to worry about that. You’re leaving, right? Shiny, new life in New Jersey.”
“Why do you sound upset? I’m a nuisance, remember? Your best friend’s annoying little sister.”
I roll my eyes. “I said that once ten years ago, and you’ve never let me forget it. Is it so hard to accept that I will miss you?”
“Yes, because the only thing you do is taunt me, Alex. All the time.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t care about you,” I say sincerely.
I finally look at her. She’s staring at me, too, those green eyes fixed on my face, confused, nervous. I should leave. I should walk out of the car and let her drive it to her brother’s place, where she’ll probably spend the night. But I can’t bring myself to do that.
“Fallon, you’re leaving tomorrow,” I start.
