I had so much rage running through me as I glared at the dumb blonde bimbo in front of me. Damon made me feel so awful for the things I’ve done, yet he can dump my ass and fuck someone else the same night? Not on my watch. The old Taylor was still around and she was fucking livid.
“You can go back to wherever you came from. I came to pick Damon up,” I lied but she didn’t need to know that.
She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Oh, really? The word around campus is that he dumped your ass after you slept with half the school and faculty.”
I balled a fist at my side as I pinned her with my gaze. “Watch yourself, Barbie, you wouldn’t want me to wipe that stupid look off of your face.”
She scoffed. “As if you’d even dare. Damon and I were having a nice night. You can go away now.” She grabbed his arm and started to pull him away.
I grabbed his other arm fully prepared to have a full-on tug-of-war battle with her. My adrenaline still pumped through my veins from destroying Tommy’s truck so there was no way she was winning.
“Girls! Girls!” Damon shouted as he tore his arms away from us. He turned to Patsy then and my heart sank. Was he choosing her? “Go back inside, Patsy. I’m going with Taylor.”
“What?! You talked about how you fucking hated that whore all night long, and now you’re choosing her over me?!”
I snickered and held my chin high. “He’ll always choose me, sweetheart.” I didn’t know that exactly, but it felt good to shove it into her face.
“Nah, you’ll always just be a place to get his dick wet,” Patsy spat before she turned and marched off in the direction she came from.
I lunged toward her but Damon held me back.
“She isn’t worth it, Taylor.”
“Bullshit! Did you hear what she just said to me?! I’ll fucking destroy her!” I shouted after her as she raised her hand and flipped me the bird over her shoulder. This fucking bitch.
“Yeah, I heard.” He released me and that’s when I noticed he was three sheets to the wind as he wobbled on his feet.
“How much did you drink tonight?”
He held up his fingers and tried to show me three of them but ended up bringing his other hand up to show me seven of them. Then he giggled and almost fell over.
“Okay, Damon, I don’t feel like sitting in the emergency room tonight. Let’s get you back to my room before you crack your skull open on the sidewalk.” I walked up and placed my arm around his torso and tried to keep him up.
“Mmm, you smell good,” he rasped.
I did not need him to be all cute right now. I forgave him for being angry with me and walking away, but he’d be sorely mistaken if he thought I was going to let him back into my bed just like that; no matter how badly I still wanted him.
I walked him back to the motel on the corner and tried to dig out my room key. He was heavy as hell and not helping me at all. Did he somehow get more drunk between now and like thirty seconds ago?
After I finally got the door open, I helped him in, and let him face plant on the bed. I had hoped to grab a snack, that I never actually got, and watch TV alone, but here I was. Damon was out cold before I even had the door shut.
It was difficult not to gawk at him as he laid out on the bed in just his briefs. I didn’t even want to think about what had happened before I came across him. If he had or was about to have sex with Barbie, I didn’t want to know about it. Much the same way he didn’t want to hear about my sexcapades.
I wanted to talk after everything had happened, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen tonight. I kicked off my shoes and got into a long tee before I crawled into bed. Damon and I had a lot to talk about tomorrow when he woke up; hungover or not, he would talk to me.