There has to be a way out, but at the moment, I can’t see it.
Out of nowhere, a big hand slaps down on my shoulder, prying me away from Alora and spinning me around. She makes a disgruntled sound from behind me. Beau and Xander are a terrifying pair unless, of course, you’re me. I chuckle at the grimaces on their faces, shaking my head.
Alora’s brows draw together as she stomps beside me. She huffs, “Find your own dance partners. We’re dancing, fuckfaces.”
Beau and Xander simply cross their arms. Xander’s words are gritty and raw when he aims them at me. “Let’s go, bro.”
My jaw twitches, and the stony mask I hate to wear with my friends slips down over my features. “The fuck I will.”
Beau grits his teeth. “C’mon, don’t be a dick, man.”
“Too late for that, actually.” Xander’s eyes narrow on me, assessing me, then shift over to Beau. “We aren’t getting anywhere with him right now. He’s fucking tanked.”
In answer, my head spins. I walk away, barely making it through the crowd before I drop into a chair at one of the tables on the perimeter of the room. I don’t want to fucking be here. Not like this.
Xander and Beau don’t follow.
“Whatever this bullshit is, I hope it was worth it!” Xander shouts from behind me.
I flip him off. Both fingers.
We’d gone through plenty with him a few weeks ago. You’d think he’d remember I had his back, even when he was acting like a complete asshat to Scarlett. You’d think he’d trust me the same way I trusted him.
Disappointment clogs my veins and seeps into my soul.