accused me of leading Brad on. Not that I meant too.
When Finlay comes to the table and notices Brad’s hand staking a claim, his eyes narrow and his jaw tightens.
His fists clench and by the way his eyes zeroed in on Brad’s hand if some one could kill with look alone Brad’s hand would be dust.
The color has drained from Mike’s face and he can’t look away from his shoes, apparently assuming he’s the reason for Finlay’s cold attitude.
Mike hasn’t said anything to Gaby since he showed up at the apartment; he can’t sit far enough away from her.
It’s like she doesn’t even exist to him and behind her happy exterior I know she’s hurting because of it.
My eyes flicker over to her to see her knocking back shots like water and flirting with Gavin. Gavin! She’s definitely not herself. I become so wrapped up watching her I don’t notice Brad becoming more and more touchy feely as the night flows on.
“Smile!” a girl demands, pointing a Polaroid camera at us. Brad pulls me into him as she clicks and prints the image. Gaby tugs her arm, shouting for her to take one of her and Gavin.
She wraps her arms around him, pulling his head right up to hers and giggling. Mike’s color hasn’t retuned despite drowning enough whiskey to ignite a fire in his veins.
“Take one of me and Antonia.” Gaby doesn’t let the camera girl leave us.
“I’ll have a copy of that one,” Gavin says, sticking out his tongue.
“Do you ever stop?” Gabe pipes in from the corner of our section. He looks like a security guard standing there to protect us all. He’s so tall and broad, but he’s the quiet one and rarely says anything so Gavin’s flirting must be extra bad tonight.
“I’m only joking. I only like BOPS pictures,” he bellows, clinking his glass with some of his friends who had joined us as the night progressed.
“BOPS?” I ask, completely stumped.
They all look between themselves bemused.
“Bent over, pussy showing.” He grins making his friends laugh even harder. “And I would kill to have one of those of you, Antonia.”
A loud bang makes me jump. Finlay’s fist rests on the table. He’s just slammed it down, causing the drinks to spill. “Enough, Gavin. You’re overstepping, now back off.”
“She knows I’m playing around, Hayes,” he defends
“Just stop, Gavin,” Brad and Mike say in unison.
“Fine. Fucking hell, what’s everyone’s deal tonight?” he asks.
“Come on, Antonia. Let’s dance.”
Gaby pulls me up and to the dance floor.
It’s nice to get away from Finlay’s glare and Brad’s over-familiar hands. The bands are fantastic and I quickly become lost in the music, dancing, letting myself move to the music. Arms suddenly appear around my waist, pulling me into a body; Brad has decided to join us on the dance floor. Too keen.
Gaby smiles, raising her eyebrows. “I’m going to get a drink.”
Brad’s a good dancer but he’s enjoying being this close to me a little too much. Yes, that’s penis digging in my spine. Uncomfortable is an understatement. It doesn’t help knowing Finlay will be having a fit over at our table. Once the song finishes I break away from Brad and make my way back to join the others.
Finlay’s nowhere in sight and Gaby has turned up her flirting with Gavin a notch. Gross.
“Where’s Finlay?” I whisper to Mike.
“He bumped into Julie and took off,” he mutters. “I’m leaving too.” He doesn’t elaborate or say anything to Gaby or the other guys as he leaves.
“Antonia, you’ve gone white. You okay?” Gavin asks, pulling free from Gaby’s arms.
“Who’s Julie?” I try to sound as normal as possible.
“Julie? She’s a friend of Hayes,’ and by friend I mean a fuck friend.” He winks and my body turns to lead as my stomach jolts and threatens to empty right here. “They hook up now and then when they need to get laid.”
Tears spring in my eyes and all the noise becomes distorted around me. I turn my head
When Finlay comes to the table and notices Brad’s hand staking a claim, his eyes narrow and his jaw tightens.
His fists clench and by the way his eyes zeroed in on Brad’s hand if some one could kill with look alone Brad’s hand would be dust.
The color has drained from Mike’s face and he can’t look away from his shoes, apparently assuming he’s the reason for Finlay’s cold attitude.
Mike hasn’t said anything to Gaby since he showed up at the apartment; he can’t sit far enough away from her.
It’s like she doesn’t even exist to him and behind her happy exterior I know she’s hurting because of it.
My eyes flicker over to her to see her knocking back shots like water and flirting with Gavin. Gavin! She’s definitely not herself. I become so wrapped up watching her I don’t notice Brad becoming more and more touchy feely as the night flows on.
“Smile!” a girl demands, pointing a Polaroid camera at us. Brad pulls me into him as she clicks and prints the image. Gaby tugs her arm, shouting for her to take one of her and Gavin.
She wraps her arms around him, pulling his head right up to hers and giggling. Mike’s color hasn’t retuned despite drowning enough whiskey to ignite a fire in his veins.
“Take one of me and Antonia.” Gaby doesn’t let the camera girl leave us.
“I’ll have a copy of that one,” Gavin says, sticking out his tongue.
“Do you ever stop?” Gabe pipes in from the corner of our section. He looks like a security guard standing there to protect us all. He’s so tall and broad, but he’s the quiet one and rarely says anything so Gavin’s flirting must be extra bad tonight.
“I’m only joking. I only like BOPS pictures,” he bellows, clinking his glass with some of his friends who had joined us as the night progressed.
“BOPS?” I ask, completely stumped.
They all look between themselves bemused.
“Bent over, pussy showing.” He grins making his friends laugh even harder. “And I would kill to have one of those of you, Antonia.”
A loud bang makes me jump. Finlay’s fist rests on the table. He’s just slammed it down, causing the drinks to spill. “Enough, Gavin. You’re overstepping, now back off.”
“She knows I’m playing around, Hayes,” he defends
“Just stop, Gavin,” Brad and Mike say in unison.
“Fine. Fucking hell, what’s everyone’s deal tonight?” he asks.
“Come on, Antonia. Let’s dance.”
Gaby pulls me up and to the dance floor.
It’s nice to get away from Finlay’s glare and Brad’s over-familiar hands. The bands are fantastic and I quickly become lost in the music, dancing, letting myself move to the music. Arms suddenly appear around my waist, pulling me into a body; Brad has decided to join us on the dance floor. Too keen.
Gaby smiles, raising her eyebrows. “I’m going to get a drink.”
Brad’s a good dancer but he’s enjoying being this close to me a little too much. Yes, that’s penis digging in my spine. Uncomfortable is an understatement. It doesn’t help knowing Finlay will be having a fit over at our table. Once the song finishes I break away from Brad and make my way back to join the others.
Finlay’s nowhere in sight and Gaby has turned up her flirting with Gavin a notch. Gross.
“Where’s Finlay?” I whisper to Mike.
“He bumped into Julie and took off,” he mutters. “I’m leaving too.” He doesn’t elaborate or say anything to Gaby or the other guys as he leaves.
“Antonia, you’ve gone white. You okay?” Gavin asks, pulling free from Gaby’s arms.
“Who’s Julie?” I try to sound as normal as possible.
“Julie? She’s a friend of Hayes,’ and by friend I mean a fuck friend.” He winks and my body turns to lead as my stomach jolts and threatens to empty right here. “They hook up now and then when they need to get laid.”
Tears spring in my eyes and all the noise becomes distorted around me. I turn my head
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