Strip Game - A Whirlwind Summer

46. 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀

♪✰❄︎𖤍❄︎✰♪

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

I was weaving through the crowd, scanning for Jeff and Chris, when I caught a group of guys whispering near me.

"Look at that girl." one of them muttered.

"I bet fifty bucks I can fuck her tonight" another sneered.

"Hundred bucks she's mine," a third chimed in.

"Damn, she's so hot, I'd throw in every single penny in my account" someone groaned.

"I can't let anyone else have her except me." one said possessively.

"Or, we all can have her." another suggested.

"Good idea." the last one agreed, laughing.

Six guys. All disgusting. Their words were vile, pathetic, and brutal.

But then my eyes caught the girl they're lusting over, and my stomach dropped.

Luna.

My heart stopped and my fists clenched.

What the hell is she doing here?

Two of the assholes were already shifting toward her, making moves to grab her from behind. I didn't think, I reacted.

I rushed through the crowd and got to her first, yanking her away without a word. She kept demanding I let her go, not giving me a second to explain. She was pissed, and I deserved it.

I'd stormed off earlier after seeing her kiss that random guy... but that didn't mean I stopped watching her.

I couldn't.

I'd followed her from a distance since that kiss, lurking nearby like a damn stalker. I didn't want to cause a scene, even though I wanted to beat that guy senseless for touching her waist, her waist, that tiny waist I'd dreamed of holding again, the one she let him grab like it was his.

Only I get to do that, and the kiss, don't even get me started. That image's burned in my brain, driving me insane.

But I didn't step in. I held myself back.

Still, I couldn't stop trailing her. She looked too good tonight. Too tempting. Every guy she passed was either whispering about her curves or gawking at her chest, barely hidden under whatever the hell she was wearing. It was driving me mad.

But when she finally reached her friends, Molly and Ashley, I stopped. I didn't follow.

Not because I didn't want to.

But because I couldn't face Ashley yet. Not after what happened.

And more importantly, I didn't want Luna to find out.

I was sure Ashley hadn't told her yet. If she had, Luna would've brought it up and torn me apart. Her anger today was still about that damn kiss, not the other thing. The bigger thing.

And honestly? I'd kiss her again if I had the chance.

I don't know what this means, if I'm in love with her or just out of my mind, but I know one thing, kissing her makes the world stop. Watching her kiss Kyle or that other guy makes me want to destroy something.

I shook the thoughts off and reminded myself why I was really here.

Earlier at the arcade, Chris had walked in on me and Jeff talking... unfortunately, right when I said I'd slept with Ashley.

He lost it.

Nearly punched me right there if Jeff hadn't pulled him outside.

Jeff had texted later, saying he'd calmed Chris down a little and told me to come to the party so we could talk things out.

Honestly? I hadn't planned to come.

But thank God I did. If not, I wouldn't have known Luna was in danger.

My phone buzzed again, it was Jeff, dropping their location.

I headed there immediately.

When I arrived, Chris was sitting with his head down. Jeff was talking quietly, clearly still trying to keep him from blowing up again.

"He's here" Jeff said, spotting me. "You two need to talk this out like adults. Enough of the-"

Before he could finish, Chris got up and punched me. Hard.

I hit the floor, lips split open, my jaw throbbing.

Jeff rushed to hold him back, but Chris wasn't stopping this time. And honestly? I didn't stop him either.

I let him not because I couldn't fight back, but because he was right. He had every reason to be mad.

He's in love with Ashley, and I knew that. I'd always known. That's why I'd never even looked at her that way. Not once.

Until I did. Until I fucked up.

"How could you do that to her? To me?" he shouted.

I stayed down, letting the pain speak for itself. When he finally stepped back, breathing hard, Jeff helped me up.

"I wasn't in my right senses, I was drunk-"

"That's not a damn excuse, you sick bastard! Shut the hell up!" He tried to punch me again, but Jeff held him back.

"But she wanted it... she was sober, I wasn't... she let me do that to her!" I tried to explain, tried to tell him how it happened and how much I regretted it. But Chris wasn't having it.

"Shut the hell up! You should've had some goddamn control even if she wanted it, it's still not right" he snapped.

Is he being serious right now? He's actually not blaming her, but me... the one who was drunk.

And he was right. If someone touched Luna the way I touched Ashley, I'd kill them.

I tried apologizing again, but he just rolled his eyes and walked off.

Jeff put an arm around me, helping me toward a quieter corner.

"Come on." he said. "Let's get you cleaned up."

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𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘

I was slowly sipping my drink, letting the taste linger on my tongue, savoring the night. The music thumped through the resort like a living heartbeat, lights flickering across sweaty bodies grinding on the dance floor. Everything felt alive-wild, even. But something wasn't right.

I couldn't help but notice Luna acting... different tonight.

Sure, she was tipsy, maybe even drunk, but Luna drunk wasn't the same as Luna reckless. And right now? She was looking dangerously close to reckless.

She was sitting on some guy's thigh, some random, too-handsome-for-his-own-good guy we had just met from another school.

The idiot looked like he'd won the lottery, rubbing her thigh and feeding her drink after drink like he was trying to water her into a mess. I watched his hand flirt too close to her waistband.

His face said it all, he was hoping to get lucky. If he tried sliding his filthy fingers into her shorts, I'd break his wrist, no hesitation.

"Luna," I muttered under my breath, narrowing my eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Following your advice" she giggled and literally shoved her face back to the guy's front for him to kiss her. He did, and she responded at the same sloppy pace, as if it meant nothing.

She'd told me she wanted to follow my advice for once, to loosen up and have fun. But I didn't mean this. I didn't mean show up to a party with no bra and flirt like she didn't care about anything.

Luna was the kind of girl who triple checked her outfit before leaving the house. Now here she was, practically melting in the arms of a stranger.

Something was off. She was drunk and doing everything out of sense.

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Do you think Luna is doing the right thing? And was Chris right for blaming everything on Travis alone and not Ashley?"