Page 50 of Bullet
Do I want to dance? Yes. With you? No,I think to myself.
“Sure,” I say instead.
Mr. Frat Boy smiles and pulls me into his arms, and we begin to move. Across the room, I can feel him staring daggers into my back, but I don’t stop.
Friends. We’re just friends.
I’ve never been Skyla’s biggest fan. I’ve always just dealt with her because Harlee liked her. She’s one of those girls who is only friends with people she thinks can give her what she wants. It’s always about her. She’s an attention seeker and loves to be the star of the show.
That and she is a perpetual flirt. In the past, she’s only flirted with me when Harlee wasn’t looking. Tonight’s different, though. For some reason she thought she could come right up to me with Harlee in the same room.
“Come on, don’t you want to dance?” she asks as she tries to touch me.
I step to the side so her hand falls between us. For a split second, annoyance filters across her face before she catches it and tries to look seductive once again.
“Go away, Skyla.”
“Come on, Bullet, you don’t have to play hard to get.”
“I’m not playing shit.”
She rolls her eyes. “Come on, you know you want me. Don’t you feel the chemistry?”
Chemistry? There’s no fucking chemistry between us. Just the idea of her touching me makes my dick shrivel up and die.
“Skyla, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but it’s not happening. Now go find somebody else to fuck with.”
Skyla huffs. “Come on, Bullet, you don’t have to deny it. I know you’re worried about upsetting Harlee’s feelings, but it’s okay. She told me it was fine. She gave me her blessing.”
How fucking dumb are you?
Everyone knows Harlee doesn’t like to share anything, let alone the people she cares about. She’s an only child who was spoiled fucking rotten between her parents and the club. Sharing isn’t in her DNA. So yeah, my girl might have said she gave her blessing, but she wasn’t serious.
I can almost guarantee that if I try to take Skyla up on her little offer, Harlee would come over here and put an end to it quickly.
Just thinking about Harlee beating the shit out of this girl makes me smile.
“Ah, I see you’re warming up to the idea,” Skyla coos as she steps closer.
When she reaches out to touch me, I catch her hand, preventing her from doing so. Leaning down, I get close to her face. “I’m going to say this one last time, and I want you to hear me. You and me, we are never going to happen. Ever. You doabsolutely nothing for me, and I have no desire to listen to you moan. We are never ever going to happen. Am I clear?”
Skyla rips her hand from mine as she huffs, “I don’t know what Harlee sees in you. You’re such a dickhead.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, I’ve been called worse.”
“If I walk away, you’ll never have a chance with me again,” she warns.
“Do us both a favor and go.”
She rolls her eyes and stomps off, acting like a child.
Thank Christ. I thought she’d never leave. Looking up, I scanned the crowd looking for the object of my affection. What I see has anger filling my veins.
Some clean-cut asshole has his hands all over my girl. I wait for Harlee to pull away, but she doesn’t. She just lets him touch her as he dances.
I fucking hate it. The only person who should be able to touch her is me, but I can’t.
Her father’s warning plays through my mind.
