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“Hey, I’m keeping an eye on you,” he shouts as she walks away.
The second limo arrives and a random guy I recognize from Jake’s house comes out with a black eye, looking like he would rather be anywhere but here.
What the hell?
I look at everyone coming out of the limo one by one.
Jason, Rose’s casual fuck.
Beth, his fiancée.
Camila, my boyfriend’s ex.
And Rachel, Camila’s best friend and Rose’s on and off love of her life.
Could this group get any more wrong?
Chris is the last coming out, sporting a deep scowl. All of us already here look at him in shock.
“Did you do that?” Rose asks, pointing at the guy walking up the driveway.
The only response he graces us with is a low growl before he heads for the house himself.
“Right,” Emily claps her hand then shakes her now empty flask. “Shall we go fill up, my friends?”
Everyone starts walking toward the house except Jake and me. He opens the door of the limo to put our jackets away and I see him looking for something with his hand under the seats. He finally pulls out an item I barely see but recognize straight away. He tucks it quickly under his button-up shirt, between his lower back and the waist of his pants.
“Jake,” I whisper. “What the hell are you doing with this?!”
He turns around as he shuts the door and grabs the back of my neck to kiss me, but I put up resistance and he frowns at me.
“Jamie, I practically live with this on me. I just don’t take it to school.”
“Why? You don’t need it. It’s dangerous, what if someone grabs it from you? People could get seriously hurt.”
“We live in America, Angel, I’m probably not the only one in there with a gun.”
“But you’re seventeen, Jake. That makes a difference.” My words make his grip on my neck tighten and he pulls me closer.
“This is not a fight to have, Jamie. Because I’ll do what I want anyway. You know that, right?”
I love him. I really do. But he had made such great effort on his behavior that I almost forgot he was this way.
The anger heats my cheeks as I struggle to get out of his hold.
“Do you think you can tone down the alpha act for a minute to listen to rational thoughts or are you too deep into your male chauvinist world to hear what I’m saying?”
Jake chuckles coldly as he lets go of me but only for a beat. It takes him a split second to grab my jaw and push me until my back hits the car.
“I can’t drop the alpha act, Jamie. It’s not a fucking act, don’t you get that?”
I try to huff mockingly at him, but his fingers press into my cheeks until my lips are pouting for him.
His breath smells of alcohol and mint. He’s so close to me that it’s all mixed with his deep wooden cologne and everything together makes my knees weak. I hate my body even more when I feel my underwear dampen.
Why? Why does it have this effect on me?
This is a serious conversation, I’m more than honest when I say I hate that he carries this around to make himself feel more powerful.
