Chapter 30 #2
“He bet that... you three would... come over to the bar if we... flirted with each other and... teased each other. He was good, like really good! I mean, I didn’t think that last move would get you guys up, but it did!
And now I lost to him! So thanks!” I slurred, the alcohol finally taking effect.
I shouldn’t have done that shot. I’m going to be dying tomorrow.
“So that was all for show? You didn’t like him like that?” Knox asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
“Well, I gave him my number. I mean, he was hot! But yeah, we did that so he could prove that you three liked me, which I still don’t believe. I mean, you’re just protective of me... It’s annoying when you cock block me. Like... It’s been a while!” I whined, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.
“Baby doll, stop talking. You’re drunk! I’m taking you home,” Knox declared.
“Where did Caleb go? I liked him. I bet he has a big di—”
“Alex! Stop talking. I dealt with him. He left,” Knox cut me off.
“Ugh, Knox, you’re literally the most annoying person I’ve ever met. You cock blocked me! Caleb’s hot! I didn’t even get his number. I’m texting Hannah so she can tell Marcus to give Caleb my number....”
“The feeling’s mutual, baby doll. Stay away from Caleb! I’m not asking you, I’m telling you,” Knox commanded.
“Fuck off, Knox!” I retorted.
He hoisted me back over his shoulder and led me down the stairs to the club’s exit. He hailed a taxi within minutes and placed me in the back seat. I scooted across the seats, and he followed me in.
He gave the driver my address while the tiredness began to take over and the buzz from the club began to wear off. I turned to him, noticing he was already looking at me.
“You’re the most annoying person ever, do you know that?!” I muttered under my breath, but he heard it because he started to smirk at me, lifting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me to his chest.
“So you’ve said, baby doll,” he murmured into my hair. “You enjoy cock blocking me, don’t you? Piece of shit! Most annoying human being. And wipe that stupid smirk off your damn face, Carter! I’m not talking to you anymore!” I declared.
He took out his phone to message someone.
“Oh, so you’re going to ignore me and message one of your little sluts you picked up tonight? Get over to the other side of the car or get out and go back to the club. I don’t want their sluttiness to radiate from your phone onto me, thank you very much!” I snapped.
“I thought you were ignoring me?” He asked smugly, keeping his attention on his phone.
“I am,” I retorted, trying to push him away from me. He’s heavy.
There was a long pause of silence.
“I was texting Kyle. I’m taking you home, baby doll,” he finally said.
“Sure you were,” I replied, not believing him for a second.
“You don’t believe me? Then look! See. No girls, it clearly says Kyle on the top of the screen.”
“I can’t see it without my glasses, dipshit! For all I know, you could’ve changed the name on top just now to Kyle but her real name is Kylie or something. But I’m not talking to you.”
“You’re impossible! You know that. Why do you even care who I hook up with? And you are talking to me, words are currently leaving your mouth.”
“I don’t care! Why do you care who I hook up with?”
“Really didn’t seem like it tonight or all my fucking life! Ugh! I’m not talking to you!”
“Yeah, you mentioned that.”
Rolling my eyes at him while facing my entire body out the window, I feel his arm tighten around my shoulder. I whispered so annoying to myself, causing the cab driver to laugh up front.
He was shaking his head with a smile on his face. Pulling up to my house, I go to pay him when Knox grabs my hand and gives the driver money.
“Thanks, and sorry about... her.”
He pushed me out of the car and I stormed up my driveway, careful not to stumble off the pathway into the stones.
Mumbling curse words under my breath, I turn around to see Knox walking slowly behind me with his hands in his pockets, smirking at me.
“Stop smirking at me or I’ll slap it off your goddamn face, Carter!” I continue to walk while hearing a faint laugh from behind me.
I open up the door to still hear the laughing and chatter in the kitchen, so the parents are still here? Boomer comes running and barking at me.
I sit on the ground to take my shoes off and the devil appears in the foyer along with me. All of the parents come walking out to see why Boomer is barking.
Knox closes the door behind him and Delilah comments with a grin on her face, “Why are you two home so soon?”
“Because your asshole of a son, no offense, decided to pick me up and drag me out of the damn club after I kissed someone at midnight. Actually him and Wes!”
“Wes? Where is Wes?” Stella asked us.
“Here!” He popped his head inside the door and walked in with hands in his pockets. Where did he come from?
“Ok, what she just said is a slight exaggeration of the truth,” Knox defends himself.
“Exaggeration! Knox, you and Wes dragged Caleb away from me when I kissed him because I kissed him! You two bringing girls over to annoy me! Well, it didn’t work you pricks!”
“Alex! Language!” my mom scolded me over to the side.
“Baby doll, you were trying to make me jealous with that bet of yours! And I told you not to kiss Caleb! Or anyone for that matter.”
“Us, Knox, she tried to make us jealous. Wait, what bet?” Wes looked between us but I ignored his question with a slight smile on his face.
“You brought the girls over first so you started it! And I wasn’t trying to make you jealous, he made the bet I just played along.
See, your two sons cock blocked me! I’m going to be that cat lady that no guy ever comes near! So thanks, idiots! Thanks a lot!”
“Is that true boys?” Delilah asks with an attitude laced in her tone. She crossed her arms over with a smirk on her face.
“Maybe” they both mumbled simultaneously.
“I’m going to bed, I’m done! Good night. Not you two! You dick heads... you can leave and go back to the girls you had on your laps. Bye bitches!”
Feeling an arm grab me back and hoist me over a shoulder again. Not again.
“Stop doing that! Put me down,” I demanded.
“Knox, put her down dammit!” Wes shouts and he turns on his heel to face him.
Oh god, please don’t fight, please don’t fight.
Wes throws the first punch to the stomach and makes Knox winded. I feel unsteady over his shoulder. He puts me down on the ground and I hear a gasp of Wes’s name from his parents.
That’s when Knox turns and lunges for Wes, knocking the two of them on the ground. Fists are flying, hitting body parts and the two boys are rolling around on the floor in the foyer.
Multiple grunts and words are mumbled but nobody can make out what is being said by both of them. It’s like they’re whispering insults to each other but want nobody else to hear.
The mothers are yelling for them to stop at once while the fathers are trying to break up the fight. After a few more punches and kicks, they were able to successfully peel the two boys off each other.
Both boys are panting with anger as they continue to stare at one another in rage. A good distance away from each other, hearing the hard breathing from people, mainly the boys, shakes me out of my daze.
All the while I just stand there in pure shock.
“Alex,” my mom runs to me and hugs me from the side. They both snap their heads to me and I don’t even look at them. I’m staring into space in my own world.
What picked happened?