Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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This fucking chick is driving me mad. Already my sanity was hardly holding on by some flimsy thread. But now with her acting like a little shit, I don't know how it hasn't officially snapped.
She's lucky she has this fucking detective trailing her because the things I want to do to her are illegal to do outdoors.
Whatever has had her panties in a twist needs to come out one way or another because I'm annoyed as fuck with her. I don't give a shit how drunk she is, she's going to give me an explanation as to why I've been sick with anxiety the last six hours while trying to get a hold of her.
I understand we're not together and our friendship goes off the rails every other day or so, but she's got an obligation to me to tell me where she is when I ask.
By the time we reach the apartment, her hands have finally wrapped around my torso, thanks to my not-so-gentle riding and jerking of the motorcycle. But just as quick as she was to grab onto me while I was driving erratically, the moment I park the motorcycle she shoots off and turns for the steep stairs, unclipping the helmet as she goes.
My eyes spot the detective rolling to a stop and parking across the street then eye me through his dark windows, but I remove my helmet and twist around, reaching the bottom of the stairs as Aspen steps inside the second-floor apartment.
I'm slightly surprised she hasn't locked the door when I reach it, entering and dropping the helmet next to hers. I watch her in the kitchen as she grabs a bottle of tequila. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask, locking the door behind me.
"I am perfect-a-ly fantastic." Aspen finds a glass beside the sink and begins to pour the clear fluid into it with a drunk smile.
"Obviously you're pissed about something, so have it. What's your problem?"
Aspen tosses the cap to the tile counter and swishes the glass around and around then her blue and brown clouded gaze lifts, "I'd love to throw this right at your stupid face right now."
She's mad, insanely mad.
"And what the fuck have I done now?" I say, crossing my arms tight over my chest. It's a futile attempt to keep my fists from hitting Chyette's prized decorations from their spaces on the wall. I know her excuse for being a raging cunt to me must be good.
She leans back against the counter and sips the tequila, her galaxy eyes piercing through the haze of being drunk, "Did you enjoy your little coffee date today with Giselle?"
Oh.
"You two looked very much busy. I totally understand why you left me on read."
Fuck me, "I was busy, Aspen."
She snorts a laugh, "Obviously."
I let out a sharp breath, realizing what it must have looked like to her, "Look, it wasn't what you're thinking it is. Giselle isn't even my type, we were just talking-" I like blondes, tall, big tits, tattoos. Fucking hell, the perfect chick to me is currently standing in front of my face, possibly about to chuck a glass of tequila at me.
