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Avery’s pov
I shouldn’t have come here. I should not have let Mel talk me into coming to this stupid party. I hated parties anyway, so why did I agree?
Because you wanted to bury the guilt you felt for betraying her. Act like you were a good friend. When you know you’re far from being
one.
I folded my arms and stared at Mel who was dancing with a random guy. Her very short dress is ridden up as his fingers dance on her bare. skin. I am tempted to tell him to f*ck off but she sends me a warning gaze. She doesn’t want my help.
Was this her way of trying to make Xade jealous? Xade wasn’t even
here.
I sighed.
Here,” Kyan thrust a cup in my hand and I reluctantly take it. I didn’t drink alcohol and he knew that. “What’s in it?”
He shrugged.” Some water.” One stare at the cup and I knew it was not. I frowned. Why would he lie to me about that? I pushed the cup back in his hand, grounding out. “I don’t want it.” the contents spilled on his light blue shirt and he hissed, flinching back.
“F*ck Avery,” he cursed, looking at his wet shirt. “Sorry,” I half apologized. That’s what he gets for trying to get me drunk.
He groaned and reach for my waist. My heart froze and I am tempted to
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push him off me aggressively. But I don’t want to cause a scene here so I don’t give into my temptation.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing my ear. It caused me to shiver but not in the way he thought.
“It’s okay. Let’s go upstairs and help me clean it up,” he suggested, biting my earlobe lightly. “Why don’t you come help your man?” he blew hot air on my ear and I squirm, biting back my disgust.
I was such a fool to force myself to be with him. I pulled back, resting. my palm on his chest. “I think you can handle this on your own Kyan.”
His brows furrowed at my rejection. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with?” he tried to drop his voice low and seductively but it didn’t do anything for me.
I stared at him hard and unfazed. “I am sure Kyan.”
He looked at me with surprise and then scoffed, crumbling the now empty cup and storming off to God knows where. I can’t bring myself to care honestly.
I have to admit that I never cared. Never cared about what he was doing or who he was with. I never cared.
Did that make me a bad person? Yes. A hundred percent yes.
I brought my attention back to my very wasted friend who was ruffling her dark curly hair. Mel and I were so different. Where she had dark. hair I had dirty blonde. Where she had brown eyes I had grey. Where she was tall, around 5’9, I was around 5’1.
She was always the casier one to talk to, the one every guy drooled after, the one every guy troubled until she caved in. We were completely opposites on every scale. If we hadn’t ended up as
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roommates, I didn’t think we would have been friends.
I watch the guy rub his front on her bottom, his hands slithering to her inner thigh. Okay, she had enough. She certainly had enough.
With an urge, I marched over to them and slapped the guy’s hand away. from her thigh. He of course was surprised and dropped his hand away, eyes snapping to mine in shock. I glowered at him. “Move away,” I demanded.
Mel was too f*cking drunk to even stop dancing on his crotch. And that seems to fuel the guy because his eyes cast with cockiness as his lips spread into a smirk.” Why should I s*xy?” he taunted, wrapping his fingers around her hair and pulling her head back so he could ki*s. her.
Their ki*s was open mouthed and sloppy and made my stomach twist in disgust. If I stay there and watch this any longer I will f*cking puke.
I gripped the guy arm and tugged him away from her roughly. He stumbled and I am surprised by my sudden strength. Maybe it had been possible because he was a bit drunk anyway and had been taken by surprise.
“I said walk away.” I scowled, and grab a hold of Mel’s arm and was about to tug her away when the guy decided to be an a*s and grabbed me roughly.
Wait
your f*cking turn se*y,” he hissed, his fingers around my wrist. brutal, his bloodshot eyes glaring into my soul. “I will give you your turn soon, just f*cking wait.”
I gulped, trying to tug my hand out of his very aggressive hold. I am certain I have bruised. “Let go,” I whimper when I feel as if he is about to snap my wrist in half. I am about to knee him in the balls when a fist
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comes flying directly on his nose and a loud cracking sound fills the
room.
There was loud music blaring through the speakers so you can imagine how sickening the sound of his bones breaking had been.
The guy stumbled back, clutching his nose in agony as crimson blood spurt between his fingers. “F*ck!” He whined, choking on his own blood.
I turn to see who had done the damage and gaped. Xade? He’s furious and looks like he’s ready to swing more when Melissa’s body flings. over to him and she squeals. “Xade baby, you came to my rescue.”
I don’t know what, or why, but I turn on my heel and raced up the stairs to get away from the scene, my heart thrumming in my chest. quickly. “V!” Xade’s loud voice yelled behind me.