38: Out of my head
It wasn't ideal, but the shit I did for this girl was insane.
"Ashleigh, meet Shannon, Victoria, Axel and uh, Drake."
Shannon shot her a winning smile, as Axel simply nodded at her. Victoria reached forward to pull her into a hug, her vanilla spiced perfume filling my nostrils as I noticed Ashleigh pat her back awkwardly. Drake was sat on a stool by the bar, as he forced a smile in her direction. He was the only one I was worried about, as this was the first time we had seen each other since the kiss.
God, the kiss.
I'd never had to battle with myself so much as I did that drunken night. I'd said no to kissing her, despite every fibre of my being screaming to. The fact of the matter was, she was in love with Drake. I had accepted that a long time ago, and I didn't want her to make wrong decisions because her best friend thought she was stupidly attractive. I could focus my attention elsewhere, and not destroy our friendship in the process. But then the next day she had asked me again, this time sober. When we had kissed it was like fireworks were going off in a million different directions, but I made myself take my time, kissing her with as much control as I could muster. If she thought it held any passion whatsoever then we would have no doubt ended up fucking right there and then, but I just didn't think I could ever compete with Drake. I didn't want my heart breaking either, so I went straight back into friend mode after.
If they ever didn't work out, it might be a different story. But I wanted them to, because of the way she looked at him.
They always seemed to be touching, whether it be his hand on her ass, or around her waist, or their fingertips brushing against one another whilst they spoke. I had instantly been gutted when she had gone for the typical handsome jock, but he was proving to be pretty decent. He only had eyes for Victoria, and honestly, she only had eyes for him.
"Hey, can you get us a drink? I'm gasping for a vodka," whispered Ashleigh as I nodded, kissing her hand softly as I moved to the bar. Victoria took the opportunity to move to Ashleighs side, her eyes bright as she spoke to her in the super friendly way only she could.
The tension between Drake and I was awful. I felt him studying me as I ordered the drinks, before turning to him.
"Do you guys want anything?" I cast my eyes over to Axel and Shannon who shook their heads, exchanging a worried look as I turned to Drake. "Drake?"
He lifted his eyes to mine, and I swallowed. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as he suddenly smiled.
"Nah, we're good."
I nodded, turning back to the bar when he spoke again.
"Ashleigh seems nice."
I wasn't sure how to respond, as his voice gave nothing away. Was he genuinely trying to offer an olive branch? Was he being sarcastic? I didn't need to wait long.
"I mean, she's no Victoria, but you know that," he murmured, his voice low enough for only me to hear.
I froze, suddenly aware he wasn't at all over what had happened.
"I respect the fact you held back. But you need to remember I know how you really feel about her. It's written all over your face whenever you look at her."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said dismissively, turning to gaze at her and Ashleigh. "We have proved we are just friends. There was never anything between us."
"Oh but there was, and there always will be," he chuckled, his green eyes fixing on Victoria. "Me."
I didn't respond immediately, instead paying for the drinks. I turned to walk away when his words stopped me in my tracks.
"She's mine, Greg. She always will be."
Before I could think it through, my mouth snapped back a retort.
"Let's hope you don't fuck up then."
I moved away from him, forcing a smile on my face as Victoria gave me a inquisitive look. She then shifted her gaze to Drake who held his hand out to her. She excused herself, before walking over to him.
"Thanks babe! God, she's so pretty. Her accent is gorgeous, too. You sure you two are just friends?" she asked nervously, as she gulped at her vodka.
I didn't need to look at them to know they would be lost in each other. It was the effect he had on her, and I was happy she had that.
"Yeah, just friends."
"I don't know how, you are literally perfect," she gushed, lacing her arm around my waist as I grinned, dropping a chaste kiss on her lips.
"Nah, I'm not. Anyway, that movie is out that you wanna see. Shall we go this week?"
The subject effectively changed, I swallowed down my drink, the whiskey burning my throat as my eyes met Victoria's. She glanced away quickly, but not before I saw it.
She was jealous.
How the fuck she could be jealous I would never know. She was finally back with her dream man, Drake fucking Anderson. I knew then that I couldn't carry on being in her life whilst she was with him. I needed to make a clean break, and get her out of my head.
And my heart.