Player's Guide To Catfishing (PLAYBOOK #1)

CHAPTER 47: That Hawaiian sun...

LIAM

"Vecker?" I'm surprised to open my door to find her standing behind it.

"I brought you an ice-pack." She hands me ice in a Ziploc bag and walks in. "Where is everyone?"

"In Tommy's room. I just came to change, my shirt had blood on it, thanks for this." I press the bag against my busted knuckles and take a deep breath.

"Don't thank me yet," she gives me a once over and looks away.

I'm shirtless. I wasn't kidding, my white shirt had blood on it and I was currently rumbling through my clothes for a decent one that goes with black cargo shorts and white Vans.

"We can't keep doing this Liam," Odessa's arms fold. "We're borderline toxic and that's saying something considering we were a fake couple."

"Can you stop?" I take a step towards her and she moves back. "Just don't downplay our time together. It was real," I mean it.

All of it.

"Maybe for you," she means it too and my face falls so low, I have to look away.

"What are you doing here Vecker?" I walk to my bedroom to look for a t-shirt.

I feel nauseous and sick and not at all close enough to being drunk enough to be around her.

"Isn't that my line? Why the hell are you in Hawaii?" She says from her place on the other side.

"I don't know anymore." I mumble while scrapping through my suitcase.

It's pointless to look for something because my vision is blurred due to the tears pricking my eyes.

"Here," Odessa's voice comes from behind me. I turn and she's holding a plain golf t-shirt. "Do you want me to iron it?"

I scoff at the dripping sarcasm. I can't do this anymore, I can't keep offering her my heart only for her to chop it up and grill it.

Maybe we are toxic.

"I'm sorry." I say for what feels like the millionth time. "I am so sor—" I am cut off by her lips on mine.

They taste like Pina coladas and tequila. I motion to stop but her fingers run through the back of my head the way I like and I lose the fight.

The kissing is always my favorite part, but her hands leave mine to fumble with my zipper, another favorite part but—

"Vecker." I say against her lips and she pushes me against the bed.

"The first time we had sex, I had two choices and right now you do too. Either we fuck and I mean rough, and angry. Or you book a flight and leave. I have 4 days left on my spring break and I am not spending them doing anything that involves fighting, crying or thinking about you."

Her voice quakes in that heartbreaking way it does when I suspect she's about to cry. I have never seen it, I got a glimpse that day at Pinkberry but I have never seen her tears.

"Come here Vecker," I pull her to me and strap her legs over my lap. "A, I choose option A."

"Good choice," our lips reconnect and I feel air return into my lungs.

Who am I kidding? We are toxic.

ODESSA

I kiss my waiter. The hurricane took over and the next thing I was doing was kissing a fucking waiter.

Ew.

So disgusting and—his mouth is ripped away from mine.

Liam pummels his fist into the poor guy's face as we all watch. John B and America were smart enough to disappear and I am still yet to see Tommy, I expect JJ to help but he's smiling— he looks impressed even.