Sweet Little Lies (Dirty Little Lies Duet #2) - J.D. Hollyfield Page 0,19
of yours is mine. And I want it home.”
“Gabriel, you can’t own a cunt. It’s, like, impossible.” She starts to giggle. “And I’m having fun, so no, I’m not going home.” She hiccups, further infuriating me.
“Hazel, get the fuck home. Now. Call me when you’re alone. You owe me something.”
Her mouth is too close to the phone, and her words come out muffled. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?” If I were there, I would spank her until she couldn’t sit for a week.
“Hazel, who are you talking to? Babe, let’s get in the pool.” I hear a guy’s voice. He’s too close. Sounds too clear. I’ll fucking slay any motherfucker who touches her.
“Oh, uh, no one. It’s my dad. Right, Daddy? You were going to tell me what happens if I disobey?” I see red. Another loud squeal echoes through the phone, along with a splash and tons of laughter. I faintly hear Hazel’s voice. “Oh my God, I fell in the pool!” Followed by a round of drunk laughter.
I hang up.
And then take my fist to the wall.
Hazel
“Make it stop,” I groan, holding my head so my brain doesn’t fall out. God, I would pay a million dollars for someone to shut the blinds and block out the morning sun.
“I wish I could.” Violet laughs at me while I lay in my bunkbed dying. My head is throbbing, and my entire body is sore.
“Explain to me again how I ended up in the pool?”
“Great question. One minute we were playing flippy cup, and the next you were in a conga line dancing around the pool. Evan was there. To be honest, I think one of the girls hitting on Evan may have pushed you. She didn’t look very happy that his attention was on you and not her.”
Holy shit, I don’t even remember seeing Evan. I must have been a mess. “Did I make a fool out of myself?” Violet doesn’t answer, and I groan, smashing my face in my pillow. “Nooo… I did, didn’t I?”
“I mean…he still tried to take you home. You’re welcome for me stepping in. I had to fight you out of his arms. Didn’t feel right letting you go. You were wasted, and he knew that. Didn’t sit well with me.”
Just hearing her say that creeps me out. It takes me back to the first party where we met up, and he mauled me two seconds after saying hello. “Yeah, thanks.”
“No problem. Oh…here’s your phone. Thankfully you dropped it just as you fell in the pool. Evan mentioned you had been talking to your dad?”
I shoot upward, my sour stomach suddenly swooshing around. “What?” Tell me I didn’t get drunk and call my dad. No. No. No. She hands me my phone, and I unlock it and scroll through my recent calls. “Oh,…fuck.”
“What, is that bad?”
“Oh…um, no… it’s fine.” It’s not, though. I hop out of bed and grab my robe. “I’ll…uh, be right back.” Opening the door, I hurry out of our room to the stairwell. Once inside, I take a deep breath and hit the call button. It rings and goes to voicemail, and his deep, enticing voice sends chills down my spine. I quickly hang up.
Think, Hazel. Think, think, think… What did he say? What did I say? I grab at my head, the memories not willing to resurface. Fuck! Why did I drink so much? Did he hear Evan in the background? Did I mention Evan? Fuck! I dial him back, and it goes straight to voicemail.
This time, when it beeps, I leave a message. “Hey, uh…it’s me. I…uh…I’m sorry about last night. I was a little drunk. I… Just call me back.”
I hang up but feel no relief. I tell myself it’s early in the day and that he’s probably busy with work. “I’ll just text him. Everyone has time to text.” I shoot off a message.
Me: I know you’re probably busy. But please call me back when you get a chance.
I add a bunch of heart emojis, then erase them, then add one back, then erase that. “Jesus, what am I doing? This isn’t high school.” I delete them all and press send. I stare at my phone as the message goes through. Three little dots pop up, and I hold my breath, waiting for his reply. The dots disappear. He read my message but didn’t reply.
My heart starts to patter against my chest. I don’t remember anything that happened, but I know I messed up. I panic