Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

I Think I Am Falling In Love

When I saw Bo stumbling toward us, I shot out of my seat to catch her. My hands gripped her waist to stable her body as she struggled to stand straight. I could smell the alcohol on her lips, and it wasn't vodka. Chrissy trailed behind her with a worried look on her face as her best friend stumbled around.

I shot the blonde woman a glare until Bo started popping buttons on my shirt. My fingers curled around the woman's below me, moving them away from my shirt as she tried to rub my chest. I whispered for her to stop, but she continued telling me how much she loved the satin black on me, but she loved when I was shirtless.

Her fingers sunk into my chest. "Woah, baby. You have some nice pecs."

"Bo," I scolded, gently smacking her hand. "What did you drink?"

"The shirley temple thing."

"Don't fucking lie to me," I snapped at Chrissy.

"Crown Apple," Bo choked.

"You said you wouldn't tell him!"

"How many?"

Chrissy stared at her fingers as if she had forgotten how to count. "About seven."

Bo's head moved up and down. "Yeah, like seven."

I rubbed my face as I attempted to ease the worry out of my body. Bo didn't handle alcohol well, and her attempt to walk without falling wasn't proof of that, then I don't fucking know what it is. It has been ten minutes, maybe longer. The last time I saw her, she was fine, and now she is trashed.

"Chrissy taught me how to twerk, want to see?"

"No," I seethed, upset with Christina as she influenced Bo to do stupid shit.

"The bartender did."

My body whipped around so quickly; I thought I would pass out. Chrissy went rigid as Bo revealed a secret I would guess nobody wanted me to hear. My breathing faltered as my chest moved with tight movements.

"Dan? The guy you met earlier?"

"No and I wouldn't tell you anyway," she shrugged. "You would try to fight him."

I clenched my jaw as I ran my fingers through my hair. "No, I won't. I just want to chat."

"Think about what you are doing before you do it," Miles snapped. "She is drunk and if you go to jail tonight, who is going to be with her?"

"Bail me out."

"If you hit any of them, I'll tell Bo you lied about having sex with her."

"Try me," I challenged. "I'll cut your tongue out before you could speak and then proceed to beat his ass after."

"Not funny."

"I wasn't joking."

Bo threw herself against me. "Please, don't. I didn't mean to get anyone in trouble."

I sighed. "It wasn't right -"

"Are you going to hit everyone in the building then?"

"If I have to."

"Kinnick, please, don't."

I looked down at her pleading caramel eyes, letting out a deep breath. "He's getting fired."

She frowned. "Why?"

"It's either that or I beat his ass. Your choice."

"Okay, okay," she grabs my arm. "Just don't leave me alone."

"You left me earlier."

"I thought you were embarrassed."

"About what?" I scoff.