Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever."― Alfred Tennyson
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Chapter 52 <—————————————>
Maggie
Kimberly and Raven watched me down my twelfth shot of the night, crossing their dithery looks. It returned to me a second later.
"Hey, Mags," Kimberly called over the music, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Babe, are you sure that you should be drinking this much?"
I shrugged. "I drink all of the time." I nearly poured another round for myself, before I took the entire bottle, instead. Fuck it.
"Yeah, but that's vodka," Raven pointed out, glancing between me and the bottle cautiously. "You never, ever, drink vodka straight."
"Well, I guess I do tonight," I mumbled under my breath.
I needed a pump of influence to get my confidence going. Pure ego wasn't doing the job tonight. Alcohol was.
Just as I raised the bottle, again, a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention.
Someone was staring at me, and I already knew who. I'd tried to disappear a number of times tonight, but if it weren't Kimberly and Raven, then it was Luke who had found me each time. He lingered, playing it off as just chilling along the walls, but was actually tracing over every move I made, and trying to catch me in a spot alone. I'd even gotten a couple of texts from him through the night, all flirty and claiming how ready he was to go home with me, but just as his presence, they went ignored.
Fuck him.
The vodka burned all the way to the pit of my stomach as I downed it. It was vile, and unpleasant. My face tightened at the bitter taste, but it only pushed me to have another.
"Okay," Kimberly interjected, taking the bottle from me. "That's enough for tonight, Mags. Let's just—"
I sighed, my limb lazy as I reached for it. "Give it back."
Over the island, she handed it to Kade, who placed it behind him on the counter. He had, of course, been with Kimberly the entire night. "No."
My eyes shut. The beat of the erratic music rung through my bones like a drum that provided the perfect, yet sickest thrill of my life.
I opened them, again. "Why the hell not?"
"Because..." Concern stretched Raven's expression. "Jax. He's been telling us that you've been acting really weird, lately."
Of course he did. "So?"
"So," Kimberly started to add, pushing her water bottle to me. "We don't want you aiding whatever it is with alcohol. It can turn real bad real quick."
