Nothing left inside to gain. I’m empty there, and she’s to blame.
Walk away now if you want to keep your innocence.
Run like hell girl if you’re not ready for me.
Everybody is the same and no matter how sweet you look . . .
There will always be only one face I see.
You’ve been warned and that’s all I can do.
Let’s forget the talking and the wasting of my time.
This is all about me, babe. I’m not worried about you.
Just another night, babe and you’re just another girl.
They all want to save me. They all want to own me.
But I’ve been owned before. That ship has sailed.
She took my soul a long time ago when she walked out that door.
So don’t think you’re gonna win me.
I’m not a prize and you won’t score.
Nothing left inside to gain. I’m empty there, and she’s to blame.
“You want to find a seat and get something to drink?” Linc asked close to my ear. I didn’t want to stop looking at Krit or miss a word that came out of his mouth. But I was here with Linc, and I couldn’t stand here completely soaking up Krit. That was rude.
“Um, yeah,” I replied.
Linc’s hand wrapped around mine, and he pulled me back through the crowd and toward a tall table over in the corner that didn’t have people around it. A group of people at the table beside it looked like they needed more than one table. Linc must have been thinking the same thing. “Excuse me, but is this table free or are y’all using it?” he asked a guy with long blond hair and a face that belonged on television, it was so perfect. He didn’t even glance in my direction when he answered. “It’s all yours, dude. We’re good with just this table.”
“Thanks,” Linc replied.
“You’re Lilah Keenan’s brother, aren’t you?” asked the girl beside the beautiful blond guy. Her smile was friendly, and she was as perfect as the guy whose arm was possessively wrapped around her shoulders.
“Yeah, Amanda Hardy, right?” Linc replied.
The girl grinned. “Yep. Thought that was you. How’s Lilah?” the girl asked.
“She’s good. She leaves again for Tuscaloosa this week.”
Amanda Hardy turned her pretty eyes to me. She wasn’t even wearing makeup. All that beauty was natural. “We haven’t met, I don’t think. You didn’t go to Sea Breeze High, did you?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m not from here,” I replied, then realized I hadn’t told her my name. I felt like an idiot. She seemed so nice. Nothing like the girls back home who looked like her.
“Amanda, this is Blythe Denton. Blythe, this is Amanda Hardy. Blythe is working at the church for my dad,” Linc informed them for me.
“Blythe?” another female voice asked. I hadn’t looked at anyone else at the table because from the one glance I had taken, the group looked intimidating. Forcing myself to look away from the safe connection I had made with Amanda Hardy, I found what looked like a Victoria’s Secret model smiling at me. Where Amanda was very natural, this woman was all fixed up, but she was still gorgeous. The kind who stopped traffic.
“Yes,” I managed to reply, and returned her smile.
“I believe you live in the apartment beneath my brother,” the blonde said. I didn’t need her to say more. I saw it then. The blue of her eyes was identical to Krit’s, and her hair was the same white blond—except hers was long and full of curls.
“Are you . . . Krit’s sister?” I asked.