“That would be me.” I smile.
Ronan, Cole, Kim, and I are at Ronan’s mansion in one of his usual parties. I swear he throws them every other day.
Today is different. Instead of drowning in alcohol competitions, Ronan is putting his glory on pause to stay with us peasants.
We stand in the spacious kitchen from where butlers shuffle in and out with drinks and snacks.
Rock music thumps from down the hall where the rest of the students are dancing, drinking, and smoking pot.
Aiden and Silver haven’t shown up yet. Actually, unlike the cliché of mean girls, Silver isn’t big on parties. She’d usually sit on a sofa like a queen with her minions surrounding her. Even with her passive participation, she manages to attract the party’s attention and several of her admirers fall at her feet in worship.
The fact that I haven’t spotted her outside means she’s with Aiden. They’ve been together since the ending of school.
I try not to think of what they’ve been doing all this time.
I’ll be doing more than screwing now that you’re out of the picture.
Silver’s words from earlier assault me.
Nope. Not going there.
“Ellie, je t’aime.” Ronan taps the back of his neck. “But I still need my head.”
Cole sighs. “Stop being such a pussy, Astor.”
The three of us gawk at him. It’s the first time I’ve heard Cole say something like that.
“A pussy?” Ronan scoffs, appearing dramatically offended. “I’ll show you what a pussy can do, Captain.”
Cole hums as if he doesn’t believe him and Ronan elbows his captain in the ribs.
“Let’s go, Ellie.” Ronan grins, flinging an arm around my shoulder. “I’ll be your white knight.”
“I don’t need that.”
He feigns sadness. “Yeah, you kind of got yourself a king.”
My lips purse, but I try not to let it get to me.
“Are you sure about this?” Kim asks, her eyes filled with worry.
She’s game for partying, drinking, and the whole teenage scene, but she’s chicken shit when it comes to plotting.
Leaning in so no one can hear her, she whispers, “You know King isn’t the type to be manipulated.”
“I’m not manipulating him. I’m giving him back what he deserves.”
“True that,” Cole offers me a high five that I return.
“Okay, bitches.” Ronan pauses. “Aside from Kimmy and Ellie… so that only leaves Nash and Knight. Wait.” He searches around as if just realising something. “Where the fuck is the devil X?”
True. I didn’t see him for the entire day.
I’m surprised Ronan is just noticing that, though.
“He’s on a family trip for his father’s work,” Kim says with a low tone before she meets my gaze as if she’s caught off guard. “What? He lives across the street, remember? Besides, our parents are friends and the little shit Kir wouldn’t shut up about him. It’s not like I have a choice in any of this.”
“How come I don’t know about that?” Ronan taps his chest. “This shit is bad for my abandonment issues.”
“Do you even check our group chat?” Cole asks.
“Group chat?” Ronan furrows his brows. “Oh, that. Mais, bien sure. I totally know about it.”
“Right.” Cole faces me. “You can go now.”
“Thanks for helping out,” I tell him and Ronan.
“Hey, anything to get a reaction out of King.” Ronan waggles his eyebrows.
“And to teach him a lesson,” Cole adds.
“Now, drink.” Ronan shoves a tequila shot between my fingers. “Ahh, I love ruining the youth.”
With one last deep breath, I chug it in one go. Then another one.
The burning taste brings nausea. I shake my head at the strength of it. Ronan’s phone flashes as he takes pictures from the side.
If I could help it, I wouldn’t have drank, but it’s the only way to make the act believable.
I wave at the guys and leave, weaving through the bodies. Silver’s minions, Veronica and Summer laugh at my face as I pass them by.
“Ex whore,” Veronica snarls.
I flip her the middle finger and continue on my way. They won’t get to me. Not them and not their bitch queen.
But you’re doing all of this because she’s getting to you.
I shut that small voice up as the night’s fresh air hits me. The wind whips my ponytail in front of my face.
I inhale deeply and open the passenger door of Knox’s black Range before slipping inside.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I smile. “Thanks for being my ride. I had a bit of a drink and Kim doesn’t want to leave yet.”
“I’m happy to.” He shakes his head, suppressing a smile.
“What?”
He motions at my face.
I cradle my cheeks, massaging the skin. “There’s something on my face?”
Knox reaches over and plucks a hair from my mouth and tucks it behind my ear. “There.”
“Thanks.” My head hits the back of the seat as nausea threatens to take me over again. “Sorry. I’m not used to drinking.”
“You don’t have to apologise to me.” He weaves through the streets with an easy-grip on the steering wheel. “You know, you can call me even if you don’t need a ride. You’re not with King anymore, right?”
“I was never with him.”
I groan inwardly at the slight slur at the end of my speech.
Good job in being a mess, Elsa.
“That’s… smart.”
My attention snaps back to Knox. Was that a smirk in his words or am I imagining things?
It’s probably the alcohol.
The taste of nausea lingers at the back of my throat, threatening me with vomit.
It’s definitely the alcohol.
Knox and I talk about Cambridge. Like me, his father has great expectations for him.
The more Knox talks about his father, the more it reminds me of Aunt and Uncle.
“Thanks again,” I tell him as he stops in front of my house. “You keep showing up for me when I need you since we met.”
“I’m happy to be of service, my lady,” he says in a Shakespearian tone and even kisses the back of my hand.
I giggle as I stand in front of his car and fake a curtsy. “Night, good sir.”
It takes me two tries to tap in the code of our house.
This is totally the last time I drink.
I freeze at the entrance.
Aunt stands there as if she’s been waiting for me.
Shit. I need to leave before she smells the alcohol on me.
If I knew she’d be here, I would’ve never taken the damn shot.
“A-Aunt? Weren’t you supposed to work tonight?”
“I can’t leave you alone all the time or I’ll die from concern.” She takes my backpack. “Was that Knox just now?”
“Uh, yeah. He picked me up because Kim couldn’t.”
Contemplation covers her features. “Does that mean King is no more?”
“Knox and I aren’t like that.”
“Well, if you have to choose, my vote goes for him.”