Page 110 of Freshmeet
“What do you want to do?” Olivia slowed our pace, looking at the group we’d just left.
We stopped far enough away from them that I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I could see all their faces.
Kat and Mona full on glared at Laura, and I was surprised she hadn’t caught fire.
Tom looked past Laura, and his smile turned into a grimace. I wondered why, but then I saw Connor and Laura laughing, her forehead falling against his shoulder.
“I want to get another drink and then go over there and dance.”
As if he sensed someone watching him, Connor looked around until his unfocused eyes landed on me. That dopey smile fell at whatever he saw on my face. Like a cartoon, his gaze darted between me and Laura and then he gently pried himself away from her, stumbling back until his heel caught on something and the asshole fell like a tree in the woods.
Olivia and I doubled over with laughter for I don’t know how long. By the time we were able to stand, the group was staring at us, and Kat and Mona were just steps away.
“God, I hate her,” Kat huffed, taking a pull off her flask. “I’m two seconds away from catching a charge.”
Tom smiled and walked toward us with Grant close behind him. Connor sat on the ground, batting away Laura’s attempts to be helpful, his eyes never leaving me.
Too late, pal.
Tom reached us and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go.”
TWENTY-TWO
I GOTTA TAKE A PISS
LINC
“I gotta take a piss,” I said, swaying as I stepped away from the group. The night had been a blur of passive-aggressive comments and bullshit, so I’d had more than my fair share of apple pie moonshine shots to deal with it.
“Go behind the trees. The line inside is insane,” Tom said, his arm wrapped around Sarah’s chubby friend, who was dressed as Alexander Hamilton.
Kimmy tugged at the hem of my shirt but kept watching the costumed jackasses. “Hurry back. I want to dance.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be right back,” I muttered, yanking out of her hold.
Her shiny pink lips poked out in an exaggerated pout, and I rolled my eyes.
Kimmy and I had been fooling around for months, but she was still taking every chance to try to catch Tom’s attention.
This whole thing is getting old.
“Try not to embarrass yourself,” I said, just loud enough for her to hear.
Her forced laugh followed me to the trees, and I let out a heavy sigh. It was my own damn fault for holding out hope that she would get over him, but fuck! Did she have to be so pathetic?
If she’s pathetic, what does that make me?
I stomped through the trees until the glow of the bonfire was only a dim light. As difficult as it was to see, I’d spent most of my childhood running through those woods, so I made it to a small pocket of trees off the beaten path with very little trouble despite my drunkenness. Unzipping my jeans, I took out my dick and started to pee.
My relief was short-lived.
A stick snapped behind me, and I turned toward it, spraying piss all over my boots and the overgrown grass.
“Well, fuck,” I groaned, turning back to the tree and finishing.
Leave it to me to be the drunk asshole pissing himself in the woods.
Once my pants were zipped back up, I ran the toes of my boots through the tall grass. Glancing down, I shrugged. “Good enough.”
