The Bad Girl

Chapter 4 ~ Being Nice Sucks Sometimes

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Chapter 4 ~ Being Nice Sucks Sometimes

Jacob P.O.V

Music pounds in my ears as I push through the crowd. Drunk girls and boys wobble and lean on one another as they attempt to dance to the beat.

I reach the less crowded area which is the kitchen and greet Chase with a smile and a nod. He extends his arm and holds a beer in front of me.

"Thanks." I say, taking the cold bottle from his hand and cracking the lid open.

"I saw Paisley on my way in." He almost shouts to me over the high volume in here.

"What happened?"

"She just glared at me and kept walking."

"Oh," I reply, "Never mind."

Someone suddenly comes crashing into my back and I stumble forward towards Chase who steps out the way.

I regain my posture and turn to see America looking wide eyed at me.

"Shit! Sorry Jacob!" She looks me up and down for damage then does the same to herself.

"It's fine" I half smile back at her.

"I'm Chase." Chase steps forward, shoving me out the way and extending a hand for America to shake.

She raises an eyebrow and reluctantly shakes his hand back. "America Warner."

I shoot Chase a 'what-the-hell-are-you-doing' look and return my gaze to America when she speaks to me.

"Haven't seen Rye, have you?"

"No, sorry, just got here." I shrug.

"If you see her, tell her I've gone home. I feel like crap."

"Sure, I'll keep an eye out for her." I smile and nod.

"Thank you." Mare smiles back and ducks around me towards the front of the house.

"How do you know her?" Chase says to me while watching America walk away.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I roll my eyes at him and take a swig of my beer.

"Just hand me the camera." Chase looks like he's about to drool.

Can no one control themselves these days?

"Seriously dude, how do you know her?"

"Riley introduced me, I've spoken to her once or twice." I shrug and turn to go towards the table and chairs.

"Since when are you meeting Riley Dean's friends?" Chase chuckles in disbelief and follows me.

"I just keep running into her, alright? It's not like we're best friends or anything." I frown.

"Yeah, right. I bet you are secretly fucking them both." Chase grins and I scowl at him.

"Shut up! You know I'm not like that." I growl as I take a seat.

"Calm down, just kidding dude." Chase backs off. "I think you need another beer."

He disappears again toward the kitchen and I sigh, rubbing my forehead with my fingers.