I interrupt him, as I lean in to look for the green in his eyes. “You’re so annoying.”
“—is the second I was balls deep in you, you’d wave your white flag and surrender to my dic … tator ways.”
“In your dreams.” I lean in and give him a big kiss on the cheek, and when I realize what I’ve done, I hop up and nearly fall, but he grabs my hips and steadies me. I like it. I like it too much.
“Let’s play beer pong!”
Chapter 20
"Women must learn to play the game
as men do."
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
Patrick
I’m grilling meat, because not only is Savannah fucked up and needs to eat, but Truth is, too.
I brought her here to get away from all the Seashore crap she’s been dealing with. Mainly the fact that Harrison Reeves is going after her hard, so fucking hard that it’s confusing the shit out of her. And straight up, I watched the way she looked at Tobias Easton at the illegal as fuck boxing match they goaded JT into. She’s never looked at a guy like that. Never. And as much as I want to hate him, I don’t. He did a solid for Savvy, and he’s not like the other three shitheads who oversee that app that’s talked shit about my cousins.
But at least Truth’s making sense. Savvy either ends up with a spilt personality when she’s drunk or … yeah, that is the only fucking explanation that makes any sort of sense.
I had no idea she was a vegetarian, but drunk Savvy is, and she’s very adamant about it.
She told Truth I fucked Chloe at a cubicle at school, which wasn’t how that went down, and then the only thing during that entire conversation that was true, Truth didn’t know until now—my dick being pierced.
I mean, seriously?
What the fuck?
Looking around for them to shove tofu down Savannah’s throat and a damn burger in Truth’s mouth, I see them all snuggled up to each other, lying on the ground, looking at the stars.
When I get to them, I immediately see that Truth is fucking high as a kite.
Savvy looks at me, bottom lip popped out. “I think I broke her.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, trying to keep my cool.
“We were hungry, so we shared a couple brownies.”
“Savvy, what the hell were you thinking?”
“Leave her alone,” Truth croaks out, sounding like her mouth is full of cotton.
Savvy pouts. “How was I supposed to know she’s never been fucked up?”
“I’ve been White Claw wasted,” Truth groans. “I need beer.”
“The hell you do.” I laugh, because Truth is amusing. Savvy? I don’t even know what to think right now.
“That the cops?” someone says from behind me.
“Fuck! That’s the cops, man,” someone else freaks the fuck out.
Being sober, I check out the lights. “Chill. There’s like three sets of headlights. If three cop cars are rolling in, I’m gonna guess we’re fucked anyway.”
Another guy I don’t know says, “Nah, man, that’s not the cops; that’s the boys. It’s fucking payday.”
“I wanna go home,” Truth groans, trying to move.
“Yeah, that shit’s not happening, Sally Stoner. Stay put, sleep it off.”
“Help me up,” Truth whimpers out, flailing her hands in the air, and Savvy, eyes closed, starts petting her hair and singing some sort of lullaby. It’s cute as fuck, and yeah, I snap a picture to add to the collection I’m amassing. Still, after tonight, I’m thinking Savvy and I should never be around each other drunk again. I mean, she’s worse, but … still.
“I don’t want the cops to catch me, Patrick. I don’t want them to,” Truth whines.
“It’s not the cops; it’s those fucking assholes.” Savvy’s late to the fucking game reaction time is clearly delayed as she jumps up. “Who told them we were here?”
“Gotta get paid, Savvy. Been a fucking week.”
“Couldn’t you have waited one more fucking day? Jesus, this place is sacred! A paradise hidden from the capitalists. You assholes just invited the enemy here.”
“Calm down, Savvy,” comes from behind me.
“Fuck you, Harry.” Savvy lunges, and I easily catch her … again.
“Harrison is here?” Truth tries to push herself up.
Savvy snaps, “Yeah. Now this place is—”
Harrison sighs, “Savvy, your drama is daunting. Save it.”
“You shut the fuck up,” I sneer at him as I carry her away, in a fucking football hold.
From behind me, I hear Truth tell him, “I’m joining the revolution. Fuck capitalism.”
“I like her,” Savvy sighs. “I’d like to keep her. But you brought her here, and now