Demetri
God, she was pissing me off. So I took a pill. Big freaking deal! We were at a party and she was seriously starting to kill my buzz with all that crazy talk on the beach.
âI⦠I need to use the bathroom!â Nat yelled in my ear when we walked back into the house. I shrugged and walked away. Screw her.
If I let her think I was upset, she'd crawl back, probably give me sex and then apologize profusely for being so ridiculous. That's always how it worked; why would she be any different?
Then again, I had had a lot to drink, so my brain wasn't really working very well, and I could have sworn my heart slammed against my chest a few times when she was lecturing me; then again, it could be dehydration.
âHey there.â Dark hair, dark eyes, pink lips. Yeah, she'd do.
âHey to you too.â I murmured, pulling her into my arms. âWhat's your name?â
âDoes it matter?â Her eyebrows arched.
âHell no.â I attacked her mouth with such force that our teeth clanged togetherâshit, that hurtâher tongue fought against mine. Okay, so she was officially the worst kisser on the planet.
But I was drunk.
And horny.
And a bit pissed.
So I kissed her back and imagined it was Nat.
I imagined that Nat liked me just the way I wasâI imagined I wouldn't have to change for her when deep down I knew⦠if I wanted the bestâI couldn't be an ass anymore.
I just wasn't sure which road I wanted to take. Not anymore.