could. “What… do you want?” He slurred.
He was angry, and I didn’t blame him. “I was hoping we could talk, but I think you better sleep first.”
Shaking his head, he held up his hand. “No, I’m not fuck…ing you,” he blurted. “Go back to steroid… tick.”
Rocket and Gunner snickered behind me. “I think you mean steroid dick,” Chase corrected.
Jet swung his head in Chase’s direction, a goofy grin forming on his face. “Yeah, that’s what I meant.”
Rolling my eyes, I patted Jet on the knee. “Let’s lay down.”
Jet scowled, his eyes finding mine. “Why, so you can use me again?”
My heart twisted inside of my chest. “I’m not going to do that anymore.”
Jet flew to his feet, stumbling to grab the back of the chaise. “Bullshit!”
Chase took a step toward Jet, but I stopped him. Standing up, I held my hands up. “We’re not going to talk about this right now. Not until you sleep.”
His brows furrowed more, his finger shooting out at me accusingly. “You chose HIM!”
Clenching my eyes shut, I bit the insides of my cheeks. This was going to be harder than I thought.
“Guys, could you give us some privacy?”
Gunner moved toward Chase. “What do you think?”
Rocket settled on the bed. “I don’t want to miss this show.”
Chase crossed his arms eying a staggering Jet. “You sure?”
I nodded. “This might get ugly.”
Chase shrugged, then smacked Rocket in the back of the head. “Come on, we’ve done enough babysitting.”
Rocket pouted. “Fine.”
The three of them left Jet’s room. “So much for bros before hoes,” he muttered, stumbling toward his bathroom.
“I promise you, those three are on your side,” I said truthfully. “They love you as much as I do.”
“What the fuck do you know about them? They’re all just as big of a train wreck as me,” he fumbled over his words, completely missing my confession. He leaned over the sink, turning the faucet on, dipping his entire head underneath the water.
A giggle slipped out. “Do you want me to turn the shower on for you?”
He ignored me, letting the water cascade over him. I stood in the archway, waiting until he finally came up from the sink. “Feel better?”
He shook his head like a dog, his hair whipping water everywhere, losing his footing, but caught himself on the towel rack. “You’re still standing here, so… NO.”
“I got kicked out of my room.”
He squinted at me. “Why? You not suck his dick deep enough?”
“There was no dick sucking,” I promised.
“Wouldn’t let him come on your face?” he snarled.
I crossed my arms and took a deep breath. “There was no coming, Jet, by either of us.”
He snorted. “I’d have kicked you out, too.”
My lip quirked upward. “I told him I loved you.”
His eyebrows narrowed, his hand using the countertop as leverage while he came toward me. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would telling him you love him, make him kick you out?”
I smiled, keeping my lips pressed between my teeth. “No, I told him, I love you, Jet.”
He scowled. “Yeah, why would he be mad?”
I took his face in my hands, his confused, drunk, expression pulling at my heart. “I love you, Jet. Not Kyle, YOU. I. Love. You.”
His jaw ticked, his wandering eyes proof his brain was attempting to process what I had told him.
Then, his face became peaked, his hands pushing off of me. Falling to his knees, he crawled to the toilet, his body heaving all of the contents out of his stomach.
I rushed to him, setting my hand on his back, wanting to soothe him, but by how unstable he was, I assumed this would all be a blur to him.
He puked three more times before I could coax him to stand, taking his arm and throwing it over my shoulder, letting him use me as a crutch to get to the bed. He was heavy, tripping over his feet left and right. He flopped forward on the bed, both of us grunting in the process. Once I knew he was down for the count, I tugged off his signature black Chucks, tossing them to the floor, then grabbed a blanket from the closet, tucking it overtop of his spent body.
Lying beside him, I watched him while he lay passed out, loving every inch of his snoring, puke breathed, smeared guyliner, bad attitudes, broken self.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jet, present
My head throbbed, pounding uncontrollably, waking me from sleep. Rolling, I groaned, covering my face with my arms. What the fuck happened last night?
My memory was a blur, the pain