“You will not forever be the cat hoarding, knitting lady; although you would be a very adorable one.”
I ignore his comment and whisper. “He hurt me Ryder.” I can’t hide the emotions from my voice. Damn you vodka, damn you.
“I know he did, but you’re only nineteen you’ll love again. The fact that you're out and about now proves that. Don’t give up hope just yet.” He says as if encouraging me to move on and find someone else. The only problem is I don’t think I want to.
“Stop lying to me, I don’t need a false sense of hope Rex, I need love. You should’ve loved me, and then I wouldn’t be dealing with this.” I say taking another large gulp of my drink.
“I’m Ryder my twin isn’t nearly as good looking as me. But if you want me to be Rex, just say it and I’ll be whoever you want me to be.” His wicked charming smile, the one that melts panties and other shit I’m sure, is showing bright. So bright I don’t want to look at anything else.
“No. I don’t want you to be Ryder, I don’t want you to be Rex, what I want is for you, and everyone else to leave me alone while I drink in peace.” Just like that the rest of the drink goes down my throat, no burn this time.
I stand to go to the bathroom, and stumble a bit. Rex, or maybe it’s Ryder, wraps his arm around my waist steadying me. His chest is against my side and I feel the hard planes of his stomach against my shirt. I so badly want to take my finger and trace them, but swat the thought away.
“Are you going to be able to use the bathroom alone or do you need me to go in with you? I promise I won’t look.” I giggle, and shake my head no. He leads me down the steps and through the crowd to the small hallway where the bathrooms are. Where is Mimi, this is her job. She’s supposed to be taking her drunk friend to the bathroom. This sucks.
I feel Ryder’s nose skim along the inside of my throat. It sends shivers through my body, and makes my core melt. Somehow my back makes contact with the wall behind me. My thoughts turn from needing to use the bathroom, to wanting to jump this man’s bones.
His mouth skims over my neck, in the most sensitive areas. A warning that this is wrong goes off in the back of my mind but I push it away. I don’t care I’ve been craving some type of release, something other than what I’ve been feeling.
“This is wrong Jenna.” His breath is labored, and he sounds as if he’s conflicted. Grabbing his face in my hands, I bring us face to face. His eyes look glazed over and it’s then I notice the color of them, they’re blue, just like Rex’s.
Ryder has green eyes, this is Rex. Where I should be happy, I’m not. I’m furious. Fire consumes me as I see red, the alcohol doing nothing to dull the now enormous ache in my chest.
I push him off of me backing away, ashamed that I fell for such a low act.
“Did you think you could win me back like that? Have me without me really knowing it was you. You're right, this is more than wrong. You just proved my point to me. There’s no relationship without trust, and clearly this isn’t how you gain it.” I maneuver myself to go around him, but he stops me standing right in my way.
“I just wanted to see you Jenna. I miss your touch, your smell. I miss you.” Agony fills his voice, and I know the feeling all too well. I press those thoughts to the back of my mind as hard as I can.
“Well being a stage five stalker doesn’t make me want to be with you, or around you. How does someone even do this?” I ask no one in particular throwing my hands up in the air. I’m frustrated, angry and feel like I’ve made a complete and utter fool of myself.