They say that life is all about second chances. Josephine Quinn-the only child to one of the biggest businessmen in the country-moves to Portland and turns a new leaf in life after going through a traumatic year at New York, her old home.
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TIMOTHY
"Hey man, isn't that your girl?" Peter nudges my shoulder and shouts into my ear. I turn back to him with a questioning look on my face.
"I don't have 'a girl'."
"The one that you were playing beer pong with." He says and points at the dance floor. I turn around to see her taking her top off. What the fuck is she doing?! Then, as I watch she goes and stands up on the kitchen counter and starts dancing. The boys start noticing soon enough – even drunk guys are attentive enough when something like this comes up – and they are cheering her on like fucking creeps.
"Dude, go." Peter says and I come back to my senses. I sigh as I walk up to her. I hate her guts but I am still a human and she is very much drunk right now – which gives the guys more incentive somehow. Rich or not, some guys will always be fucking perverts. And some reason, there is a surge of protectiveness courses through me as I watch the bastards looking at her – correction – gawking at her body.
"Josephine, get down." I say as I stand next to her and extend my hand for her to hold and climb down the counter.
"Nope!" she says, popping the 'p' and I sigh.
"Josephine, now."
"You sound like my old father. I don't like him." She doesn't like her father?! This is a first.
"Josephine please get down. People are gawking at you – correction – the guys are gawking at your ass."
"Are you jealous, Timothy?"
"In your dreams." I snort and say but at that very moment, before I can say anything, her heel falls into a cup lying on the counter and she slips. I lunge backwards a little so that she falls right into my arms and I sigh again. I walk away with her still in my arms, only now, she is mumbling something about 'missing her' and 'not wanting to be here'. I unlock the car from a distance and lie her down in the back seat and take my place behind the wheel.
"Rowena, you need to get here. We need to get Josephine home." I speak into the phone as she picks up.
"Oh, umm... don't be mad, but, actually-"
"-who is it babe?" a foreign voice comes into my ears and I understand the scene.
"You left her alone?!"
"Well, actually..."
"Forget it. I'll drop her off." I say and I proceed to cut the call when I hear a distinct 'no'.
"Why not?"
"You don't have the keys asshole and we haven't got our spare yet."
"What? No! Of course not."
"Please, Timmy? I'll owe you one. Please..." she drawls her words out and I sigh. She is my close friend, she knows I won't deny her.
