Page 100 of The Addict

“And you’re HOT,” another chirped in delight and her friends hooted at her brazen comment.

Chelsea noticed and curled her lip in disgust. “Uh, no you may NOT take a picture, girls. This is my date, so mind your business.”

The three gave her the evil eye.

I cursed under my breath. Chelsea should have held her tongue.

Just as I thought, Alex nearly electrocuted from his seat, scattering his candy everywhere. Chelsea and Delane both jolted from surprise and I covered my face. This was more embarrassment than I could stand, and it was only just beginning. If Silas wasn’t here, I might ask him to come get me, just to fucking escape this shit.

“EX-CUSE ME?” Alex bellowed, sticking his finger out and staring Chelsea down.

Chelsea huffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, my bad, I forgot, he’s gay!”

The girls shrieked in horror, all but one of them turned back around swiftly.

Alex smirked, settling some. “That’s right.”

The girl who continued to lock eyes with me not-so-secretly gestured to Alex, asking, “How could you be with someone like that?”

My mouth dropped.

Oh god, could this get any worse?

Alex held his hand to his chest, “Is this bitch talking about me, Noah?”

“What did you call me?” the girl questioned, challenging Alex, and nearly rising out of her own chair.

Alex was in her face in seconds. “Girl bye! I don’t see you with anyone but your ratchet friends. Where’s your boyfriend, huh?

She faltered. “Well, I-”

“You don’t have one? Didn’t think so!” He clapped his hands together.

“DOWN IN FRONT!” someone in the back screamed. A few people clapped and followed with, “And shut up!”

Alex spun around. “What are YOU-”

“Alex!” I jerked him back into his seat fully, uncaring of the force I used to do so. I placed my hands on either side of his armrests, cornering him.

“Stop moving,” I seethed. “Stop talking. Stop everything. Do you understand?”

He nodded weakly.

“If you make one more sound...” I didn’t finish the threat.

When I rotated back around, the females were gone, probably moving seats to get away from us or off to report us to the ushers. Alex and I were probably going to get kicked out of the movies. Shit, for all I knew the security guards were already on their way to escort all of us to the door.

“Delane, can you please go refill the popcorn?” I heard Chelsea’s abrupt question and my ears perked at the sound.

Delane seemed more agitated than before. I doubted Chelsea considered how uncomfortable she felt with me being here. Then again, Chelsea didn’t seem to have any awareness of the situation at hand. Maybe Delane hadn’t told her about the night we met at all.

But then I thought of something: If Delane left to refill the popcorn, I could follow shortly after her.

And then I could talk to her in private.

I smiled to myself at the plan in mind, but those thoughts were quickly dashed with Delane’s harsh comment.

“Ask someone else, or do it yourself.”