The Play

5

Skylar

My friends dragged me back into the dressing room.

"We don't have time for flirting," Gabriel said.

"Hey, I don't flirt with Damian." I rolled my eyes. "What? I don't."

"Here!" Kris handed me more clothes. "Hurry up!"

Thus began the dress up game. Gabriel enjoyed the show while Kris bossed me around. Try this, try that. I was starting to sweat, pulling my shirt off and a new one back on. It was fifteen minutes of torture when Kris clapped happily.

"This is the one." Kris's eyes sparkled.

I smiled. Happiness pooled through me at the fact Tyler and Kris were happy. They went through so much bullshit and came out the other side.

"He's going to love it," I said.

Kris hugged me. I squeezed my arms around him before we parted.

"Damian isn't back yet?" I glanced around the dressing room.

Gabriel stuck his head out the dressing room. "Some weirdo is bothering him."

That didn't sound good. I jerked the shirt off and shoved my own back on. "I'll be right back."

I stumbled out of the dressing room. My eyes zipped across the room until they locked onto my step-brother and... Roy Collins.

Damian's ex.

He was a piece of shit, and if he hurt Damian again—

"You're still hot for your brother, aren't you?" Roy seethed. "Is that why you won't take me back?"

I froze. My heart pounded.

"So what if it is?"

My heartbeat picked up as my face burned.

"You little slut," Roy hissed.

I found my feet and launched forward. He groaned when his back slammed into the wall. He gritted his teeth,

"Looks like Prince Charming came to your rescue."

"You're going to wish I were a damn prince," I said.

"Skylar," Damian said. "He isn't worth it."

The urge to wipe that smug grin off Roy's face was overwhelming.

But Damian was right; he's not worth it.

I wasn't going to play into this prick's hands. It was obvious he wanted a fight, he wanted drama. I wasn't going to let myself sabotage Tyler's birthday. This trip meant a lot to Kris, it was their first birthday together as a couple— I couldn't ruin that.

My fists clenched in his shirt before I released him.

That was my mistake.

Roy's eyes narrowed and he pushed me into the clothes rack. I stayed on my feet but the rack behind me didn't.

"You think I won't fight back or some shit?" He seethed.