Page 17 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
“Christ. Don’t look at me like that. You know I can’t say no.”
I smiled. “So that’s a yes?”
“How about this? Let me try it first. Then I’ll know what to expect. If I think it’s safe, you can try it later. Okay?”
“You hate drugs, Wes. I don’t want you to do it just for me.”
He buried his face in my neck. “It’s just this one time. I’ve seen the guys do it before and it isn’t that big of a deal.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Okay. Deal. Let’s pinky promise that we’ll both just do it once.”
He lifted up and looped his pinky finger with mine. “Promise.”
Raising my head off the pillow, I brushed my lips to his.
“Love you,” he whispered.
“Love you too.”
Hours later, my pinky promise was unnecessary because I’d vowed never to do drugs.
My gentle, sweet and loving boyfriend had turned into an arrogant asshole and this party had become a nightmare.
“Stop it, Wes. You’re being a jerk!” I shouted.
We were all partying in the basement and playing darts. I had been trying to ignore Wes’s disgusting, asshat comments but this last one was over the top. He had just announced to the entire room that I didn’t have enough sex with him.
“Hey, darlin’, I’m just being honest. I’m a hot commodity around Jamison County. You don’t want some other girl moving in on your territory just because you’re being a prude.”
“Wes,” Silas said. “Too far.”
“Fuck you, Grant. Stay the fuck out of it. This is between Lissy and me. She’s my girlfriend.”
“She isn’t going to be your anything for much longer if you don’t stop being a dick. You think you’re so hot you can get any girl? Let’s see how you do after I cool you off.” I threw my glass of ice water in his face.
“Fuck!” Wes yelled.
“And for the record, I faked it last night. I’m leaving. Don’t call me tomorrow.” I poked my finger in his chest and then turned to the stairs.
The room erupted in snickers, but I ignored it all, stomping up the stairs with my fists balled tight. I had just cleared the front door when I heard Silas behind me.
“Felicity! Wait!”
I stopped running when I got to the sidewalk and realized that I was stranded. “Damn it!” I yelled into the dark night. “I don’t have a car.”
Silas reached my side and slung an arm around my shoulders. “Come on. I’ll take you home.” He led me to his big, black truck and helped me hop in.
“Can you just take me somewhere else for a while? I don’t want to go home. I’ll just have to explain everything to Mom.”
“Sure. Where did you tell her you were going tonight?”
“Andrea’s.” I turned and stared out my window, so angry I wanted to cry. “That was humiliating. How could he do that to me?”
I hated crying in front of people, but this was just Silas so I let the tears fall.
What a monumentally stupid idea. I should never have made that deal with Wes. When his eyes had turned glassy after those first few hits, I had known that it had been a mistake. That my Wes had disappeared. And then everything had just gotten worse and worse.
But at least it was only this once. He’d never break his promise and try meth again.
