Page 17 of Make Me Bleed

How apt.

My phone buzzes.

Skylar:

In class, what’s up?

Me:

Come over. I’m bored.

Skylar:

I’m not a booty call, Peris.

I smirk at my phone.

Me:

Sure you are. I’ll see you in a little bit.

Maybe sex will help keep all the bullshit of the day… of my life… from my mind. Numb mejust enough.

“Peris…It’s okay. If you want?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snap, and okay, I feel a little bit bad about it, but fuck! I have a pretty, naked girl in front of me, and I can’t—I release a growl and yank my fingers through my hair, surely tugging out strands with it.

I shove up off the bed and grab my briefs from the floor. I step into them and pull them on swiftly, needing toget away.I jerk open the door, uncaring how it bangs into the wall and probably causes a dent as I stomp across the hall and down the stairs, needing liquornow.

But as I roam through the kitchen, I don’t findanything.

“What the fuck?” I growl as I slam another cupboard closed.

“What are you looking for?”

“Jesus!” I shout and whirl around to find Skylar leaning against the counter, fully dressed once more. I should feel ashamed. And I think maybe I do, a bit. But I’m mostly just pissed at myself for my stupid idea and thinking it was going to work.

I should’ve known.

“Hey,” I say because what else is there?

She just lifts a perfectly done brow, and I know I’ve fucked up, but I still have to ask.

“Can you get me a bottle?” I ask shamelessly, not breaking eye contact.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Peris?” she asks, affronted, and for good reason. I left her high and dry, and now, I’m asking her for something. Typical me shit.

“Please,” I ask, dragging my fingers through my hair and looking up through my lashes, blinking a few times. And that’s when I see her waver—when her blue eyes find mine.

I know I’ve got her.

She sighs loudly and rolls her eyes, but her pink lips curve into a small smile. “What do you want?”

“Anything, I’m not picky.”

“Well, I like tequila,” Skylar says with pursed lips, and it’s an invitation. I figure after I left her without sex and an orgasm, it’s the least I can do since she’s buying me the fucking alcohol, too.

“Tequila is fine.” I lean back against the counter.