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31: What sort of question is that?!

I leaned against the car door as I shivered, glancing at Shannon who was focusing on sorting Greg's hair out.

"Just leave it, I like it this way," he grumbled as I held back a laugh.

"Guys, we need to go in, I'm freezing," I complained as Shannon pursed her lips.

"We need to find Greg a girl," she declared, studying him as he rolled his eyes.

"I am fine getting girls, thank you very much. I just get bored easily."

I walked forward, the dress I was walking in feeling far too tight for my liking. I wriggled as I tried to pull it down, desperate for some breathing room, when Shannon slapped my hands away.

"Listen, you need to walk in there looking shit hot. I didn't go to all this trouble for you to fuck it all up. You look like Miss England."

I tried to narrow my eyes at her but I was worried if I did I may crack my make up that she'd spent hours perfecting.

"I feel more like Miss Havisham," I retorted, as Greg sent me an empathetic look.

"She's got me in fucking suspenders."

I laughed, before gazing at him.

"You do look good though."

He was wearing jeans that were rolled up at the feet, with a white shirt tucked in. He wore grey braces/suspenders over the top, his sleeves pushed up to reveal his forearms.

He sent me a winning smile before he winked at me.

"Thanks. So do you."

Shannon beamed at us both, before fluffing my hair up a bit.

"Right. Let's walk in like we own it."

"If I don't fall down the stairs and break my neck..." I mumbled, sending her a venomous look as she pushed the large white door open. I was still awestruck by how large the houses were over here; one door was the size of two back home.

I'd been convinced to go to the party by Shannon who had told me anyone who was anyone would be there, which meant I simply had to go.


The music was so loud I cringed, feeling like a ninety year old. Greg caught my eye and grinned, reaching over to squeeze my hand as I smiled at him gratefully.

I followed Shannon through the crowd as she laced her fingers through mine, looking behind me to check Greg was still with us.

He was, but only just. Women were just flocking to him. I turned back to see Shannon pointing towards the back wall, a large grin on her face.

"There they are. Let's make an entrance."

She began to dance, turning around so her back was against me, as I moved with the rhythm of the music.

I had no option but to respond to Shannon's dirty dancing, wishing I had drank a litre of vodka before this. It wasn't as hard as I anticipated, especially with Shannon, who was an awesome dancer. It didn't take long for us to catch the attention of the men against the back wall, as I saw Drake frowning in our direction. Axel was shaking his head laughing as he watched us, moving forward as he took my place. I stepped back gratefully, wanting to disappear into the crowd.

"First of all, what the fuck was that? Second of all, what the fuck is this?"

The voice in my ear made me jump, as I felt his fingers brush the bottom of the dress.

"I didn't think you were coming, Miss Marshall," I leaned back against him as my hand crept around his neck, his lips close to mine as I moved against him.

"Well, here I am."

His hand slid around my waist as he moved his hips against mine, his head buried in my neck as I closed my eyes.

"Here you are..." he murmured back, as I turned to face him. He still made my heart skip a beat, as he gazed at me through his dark lashes. "Fucking hell, what is it with you tonight? Full make up...this...belt of a dress..." he sucked in a breath as he pulled me flush against him.

"This is your scene. Not mine. I needed to fit in," I confessed, as he studied me.

"Baby, I don't care if you fit in, don't be something you aren't for me, or anyone else."

"You don't like it?"

"Oh, I like it. Very much," his eyes dragged greedily over my body as he bit his lip. "I just think you need fucking, looking like that."

"Ah, that's not possible I'm afraid," I declared, as he leaned close to my lips, a smirk on his face.

"Yeah? Why not?"

"This dress needs peeling from my body. Once it's off, it's not coming back on."

He shrugged, sighing as he stepped back, whistling slowly.

"Sounds good, I'm not gonna lie," he chuckled, as I saw his eyes focus on something behind me.

"Greg is here?" he asked sharply, as I frowned.

"Yeah, he came with me and Shannon," I explained, wondering why he suddenly looked so angry.

"He came with you?"

I let my hands fall to my sides as he glared at me.

"Uh, yeah but not just me. Shannon?"

"He's not fucking interested in Shannon. Why do you think he's here?"

His eyes were suddenly dark, and his jaw clenched as he continued to gaze behind me.

"So let me get this straight. I come here trussed up like a fucking chicken-"

"I didn't ask you to dress like a-," he stopped suddenly, as I blinked in surprise.

"Wow, ok," I said, "I came here to see you, as you asked me to. You immediately start questioning why my friend has come? With my other friend, who also has a boyfriend who doesn't seem to give a shit."

"As I said- it's not her he's into."

I was suddenly too shocked for words.

"He is my friend, Drake. He's not into me like that-"

"Are you fucking blind? Can't you see how he looks at you?"

I realised he was slurring slightly, and I nodded slowly.

"Do I get a choice in this? I'm with you, Dray. I'm not interested in Greg or anyone else."

"So fuck him off then. Tell him you can't be friends with him anymore."

He lifted his eyebrows up as he out his arm around me, tugging me towards him.

"I'm not happy about it, Victoria. I'm just not."

I turned to see Greg kissing a petite blonde, and felt a pang of- sadness? Jealousy?

I was suddenly irritated, and I turned to Drake.

"Look! He isn't struggling for lack of option. I get it, the whole him coming to my room isn't cool with you-"

"Are you attracted to him?"

I laughed instantly, as he studied me.

"What sort of question is that?"

"So you are," he breathed, his eyes widening slightly.

"No. This is fucking stupid. Shall I just go?" I snapped, as he walked away, refusing to even answer me. I stood in shock, watching his broad back disappear into the crowd.

"Hey, hey! Are you ok? What happened?" hissed Shannon, her hands laced with Axels as I pushed past her.

"I'm going home."


I didn't stop to hear her argue with me, I just knew I didn't need another possessive relationship on my hands. This was something that I couldn't compromise on. I walked outside, yanking off the stupid heels as I felt tears threaten to slide down my cheeks.

"Fucking heels. Stupid, fucking men," I swallowed, as I felt the cold grass underneath my feet. I marched over the grass, glancing up and down the empty street as I closed my eyes. I hadn't even had a sip of alcohol, so I couldn't be blamed for being irrational.

"Yo! What the fuck are you doing? You can't just walk out!"

I closed my eyes when I heard Greg's voice.

"I'm fine, Greg. Go back to the party."

He didn't listen, turning me around to look at him as he frowned, suddenly serious.

"Seriously Greg, go back inside. If Drake sees us out here he will get the wrong idea. Again."

"Again? Am I missing something?" he asked quietly, glancing back at the party.

"I'm going home."

"Shit, what's happened? I'll go get Drake, you can't go home on your own." he began to walk back towards the party, but I called him back.

"Don't. He's convinced you and I- urgh. Its fucking absurd."

The realisation dawned in his eyes as he nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ever mean to cause any trouble between you. I know you're with Drake, so maybe we should cool our friendship down a little. It might also be the reason I'm never approached by women, walking around with someone like you."

"He's just fucking jealous. It's all we have spoke about tonight. I need to go Greg, so just go back to the party."

He sighed as he pulled his phone out, staring at the screen as I shivered again.

"I've ordered an uber. What sort of friend would I be if I let you go home alone? I can go and get Drake if you want, I don't-"


"I'll get Shannon-"

"Greg, I'll be fine. Just go back to the party."

"No. You're upset," he wiped a tear from my eye as it escaped, streaming down my cheek as I swore with annoyance.

"Its a permanent state for me to be in. I'm always fucking upset, one way or the other."

"Shit man, this is fucking horrible," he sighed, pulling me into his arms as I began to cry, apologising as my make up ran onto his white shirt.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry-"

"Well unless I'm going back in there looking like a stripper, I'm definitely going home now," he laughed, as the uber pulled up beside us.

I stared back at the house, wondering why Drake hadn't come after me.

I knew it was because he thought I was attracted to Greg, but he didn't understand. It was different to how I felt for him, I loved both of them, in totally different ways.

I got into the uber as Greg climbed in next to me, pulling me close as I continued to cry.

"Why don't you text him? Tell him you'll talk tomorrow?" he suggested softly, as his phone beeped. He pulled it out, before replying quickly.

"Petite blonde?"

"Her name is Ashleigh," he grinned as I nodded.

"Great. You finally meet someone and my boyfriend thinks you're into me. You couldn't make this shit up."

"You know what people are like about boy and girls being friends babes. They don't like it."

"I'm sorry you've left early," I whispered, closing my eyes as I pulled my phone out.


"I hate parties. Plus I need to study tomorrow."

"Me too."

"I know. It will be ok, I promise."

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