26. Rose Calloway #2
Okay, I think I’m getting drunk.
Lo’s laugh fades quickly, and he stares off in thought. Since the screening party, he does this often. Just ending their quips with a silent, faraway gaze. As though remembering he’s supposed to be in a fight with Connor .
Ten minutes later, I have gained a serious buzz and we’ve reached Scott one last time. I verge on my limit, so I’m hoping he’s choosing a girl-friendly response. “Never have I ever…” His gaze pings from each of my sisters to me. “…swallowed a guy’s cum.”
“Fuck you,” Lo says, defending the three of us who Scott has been singling out the whole game.
Daisy’s eyelids droop a little as she reaches for her shot. She knocks over two more.
Ryke leans forward and cleans her mess. “You can skip this one, Dais.”
“She can handle it,” Julian says, grabbing a shot for her. “Here you go, baby.” He passes the glass to her. She downs it (messily) before Ryke can steal it from her hand.
Lily is now naked underneath the blanket, so the game is over.
And I quickly do a shot, the liquor sliding down my throat easily since I’m feeling good. But not bad yet. Anymore and it’d be a different story.
But Daisy has most definitely exceeded her limit. She’s gone, but as Connor and I watch her, she does something really interesting.
Right as Julian nears her a little, Daisy stands, teetering, and she sits on the other side of Ryke, away from her “boyfriend.” She whispers something to him that sounds like a slurred mess. But he nods like he understands.
And I realize, in this moment, how much she trusts Ryke to protect her—even from her own boyfriend.
Julian reddens in aggravation. But I have no verbal hostility in my throat to chastise him. Alcohol has softened me into a gooey state. I like it once in a while.
We try to ignore Julian’s silent rage, and a few minutes later, we’re on our electronic tablets, scrolling through gossip blogs for Princesses of Philly and trying to find the funniest comments .
Lily squirms on Loren’s lap, having trouble controlling her urges while she’s naked underneath the flannel. Loren tightens his arms around her waist and she stops moving.
Connor’s hand descends down my thigh of my long black cotton dress. The fabric is thin, and I can feel his fingers near a spot that truly begs for him. My lips touch his shoulder, and my eyes flit up to meet his, full of intense desire.
His expression matches mine, and I feel the wetness soak my panties.
He says under his breath, “I’m going to fuck you hard, Rose.” He strokes my head and leans me to his chest. “So hard that you’re not going to be able to walk in the morning.” Why does that sound so good?
I touch his microphone battery pack for a second, realizing that the cameras caught that. But they probably won’t air it anyway. It’s too dirty for network television.
I glance back to the group and notice that Daisy has passed out, her head resting on Ryke’s lap. Julian watches her, but he makes no move to grab her from Ryke yet. I want her to stay with Lo’s brother. I trust Daisy’s judgment, even drunk, and she just chose him.
Connor flips open his tablet, and he scrolls through long lists. I read from his screen as he holds it up to us. The words keep blurring together the longer the alcohol sets in.
“Here’s one,” Loren says. “ Ryke Meadows is the biggest jackass. ”
“How is that funny?” Ryke asks with narrowed eyes.
“Oh, I thought we were just reading comments.” Loren grins while Ryke rolls his eyes.
“I’ve got one!” Lily clasps her hands together. “ Connor is a prick, but I’d bone him. ” Lily’s eyes widen at the camera. “Just so we’re clear, I was reading a comment!”
Connor smiles beside me. Whoever that girl is, she can’t have him. He’s all mine. Or maybe I’m his.
We own each other, I think .
I look down at Connor’s screen, and the words don’t make sense to me. That never happens. “What does this mean?” I ask Connor, almost rolling my eyes when I utter the phrase. I can already feel his ego inflate. “ Lo and Lily are so my OTP forever.”
Lily lets out a delighted squeal, her hands shooting to her mouth. She bounces giddily on Loren’s lap, and he holds the blanket around her body to keep her covered. “Are you serious?” she asks excitedly. “They called us OTP? Lo, did you hear that?”
“I heard, love,” he says with a smile. “But I didn’t need anyone to say it for me to believe it.”
Her entire face glows at his words.
I’m still stuck on OTP. I turn to Connor and he shakes his head like don’t look at me for this .
“What does OTP stand for?” I ask my sister.
“One True Pairing. Like couples that fans think are meant for each other,” Lily says quickly. “It’s used for fandoms. I guess, since we’re on a reality show, now we qualify.” Weird. But she would know that information, seeing as how they’re both into comic books and general pop culture things.
“Neither of you knew that?” Loren asks with a grin.
“It’s slang,” Connor says like that explains it all. It doesn’t matter. The fact that my sister and her boyfriend stumped us, the smartest people in the room, literally makes them beam in pure glee.
“Okay, what about this: I ship Ryke and Daisy so hard it hurts . What the hell does that mean?” I end up slurring the end of the sentence.
Oh my God. Get your shit together, Rose.
He’s going to fuck you so hard. He can’t fuck you if you’re passed out!
I swallow, but my throat feels like cotton and clouds…
which is one of the stupidest thoughts I’ve ever produced. I really am drunk. Dear God.
Connor runs his fingers across my arm, so light that I shiver. He tucks me closer to him. Please don’t pass out, Rose .
Lo groans as Connor rereads what I said aloud, only more coherent than me.
“What?” Ryke frowns.
Lily is all too excited to explain. “Ship is like relationship. When you ship someone you want them to hook up. Like I ship Magneto and Mystique in X-Men: First Class. ”
“But they’re not canon yet,” Lo interjects, adding another term that makes little sense to me.
Lily clarifies, “They’re not really together. We just want them to be, but once it happens, they’re canon. I’m still holding out hope.”
Connor looks between Lo and Lily. “So let me get this straight. People are rooting for Ryke and Daisy to be together, but they’re not canon because it’s never happened.”
Lily claps and smiles brightly. “I’m a great tutor.”
Connor laughs.
“And it will never happen,” Lo adds, nodding to his brother to make sure he understands.
I think Lo just fears abandonment again.
That if Ryke dates Daisy in the faraway future, he’ll lose his brother and that sense of family.
It’s not true, but you know, people believe what’s in their heart. You can’t change that so easily.
Julian stays quiet, digesting all of this information even though we’re talking like he’s no longer her boyfriend or even in the room. As far as I’m concerned, she just broke up with him tonight. I’m beginning to think Daisy stays with these losers because she doesn’t have the heart to reject them.
“Hey,” Ryke says, purposefully locking eyes with Julian. “I have fucking fans.” He raises his glass of water, and it’s hard to overlook my sister’s head in his lap.
Julian stands and nears him. “I’m going to take her to bed.”
I open my mouth to refute, my eyes narrowing, despite the booze softening me. But Ryke (sober) is way faster.
“She’s not fucking sleeping with you. Sorry, man .”
“Okay, just hand her over, dude. This shit is getting old. ”
“Is it not processing in your fucking head?” Ryke asks with one of the worst glares I’ve seen him use. “You’re not fucking taking her. You’re not sleeping with her. She’s staying here.”
“With you, right? That’s not happening. I don’t fucking trust you with her .”
Lily perks up on Lo’s lap. “She can sleep in my bed, and Lo can go in Ryke’s room. Right, Lo?” she asks.
He nods. “Yeah, sure.” But he looks worried about leaving Lily alone. Not only for her own safety against Scott, but she’ll also be tasked to protect Daisy from her boyfriend. What if Julian crawls into their bed? We don’t know him that well.
“I’ll sleep with them too,” I announce, knowing that I drank too much to do anything with Connor anyway. But I do regret the words, even as I say them.
If Connor’s disappointed, he masks it perfectly, his face entirely unreadable.
“Great,” Julian says, “I’ll go put Daisy in her sister’s bed.”
Ryke stands with Daisy cradled in his arms, her legs dangling lifelessly. He readjusts her so she’s turned towards his chest, looking more passed out and less dead.
Julian waits for Ryke to hand her to him.
“Over my dead fucking body,” Ryke growls.
Before they have a tug-of-war with my sister, Loren steps in and pries Daisy from Ryke. “ I’m taking her to bed.”
Lily wraps the blanket tight around her naked frame and follows Loren out of the living room.
Julian puffs his chest out like he could push Ryke and pummel him. But Ryke pretty much has a look like “I’m going to rip your head off and chuck it in the snow.” I’d say Ryke would win based on expressions. That is, if I had to bet on this stupid fight at all.
I really just want to be alone with Connor, even if I already committed to sleeping with my sisters. I can creep in their room later, right? Drunk me says hell yes . Sober Rose would say where did your loyalty go, bitch?
Drunk Rose is so powerful right now.
Connor stands, my armrest gone. I almost fall into the cushion, but I catch myself with an unsteady hand.
“We should all go to bed. It’s late,” he says. He turns to me and easily grabs my hand, lifting me to my feet and supporting me with an arm to the waist.
Scott speaks to Brett, words that I can’t catch, and then they head over to Savannah and Ben in the kitchen to review old footage.
“Yeah, whatever,” Julian says. He shoots Ryke one last threatening look before backing up and climbing the stairs to the loft bedrooms.