The Bad Ones by Stylo Fantome Page B

me, and he's seen what she looks like naked. Why did I come here?
    “No. No, I don't care. I have a boyfriend, remember? Why should I care who or what Constantine Masters is hitting on?” Dulcie responded, but her voice was so quiet she wondered if anyone heard it.
    Then she chugged down her entire beer before walking off to grab another.
    She was in the middle of guzzling her third straight cup when Jared found her again. He laughed and pulled the red plastic away from her lips, causing foam to dribble down her chin.
    “I've never seen you drink like this before, someone's in a crazy mood,” he teased, reaching out to wipe off the foam. She slapped his hand away and took care of it herself.
    “I'm crazy, alright,” she agreed, then followed him as he led her away from the kegs.
    “So I was thinking,” he started, and she groaned inwardly. “Thanksgiving break is coming up. Wouldn't it be cool to take off? My parents have a cabin out on the lake. We could head there on Friday, stay till Sunday. Snuggle in front of the fire, take walks around the lake.”
    Hmmm, a whole weekend alone in a cabin with him. She tried to picture what it would be like, did her best to conjure images of burning fireplaces and romantic evenings and sexier night times.
    But all that came to mind was the unbearable desire to shove him away. To hold him down and scream at him and make him understand that she didn't want to “snuggle”. She wanted someone to take a bite out of her. She wanted someone to bleed for her. She wanted to make him understand that she would rather stab him in the eye with a hot poker than get naked with him.
    Jesus, just break up with his poor kid before he realizes you're fucking psychotic.
    “I don't know,” she sighed, then stumbled over a root. She wasn't a complete novice to alcohol, she wasn't drunk, but her head was spinning a little. He'd led her into the treeline, where it was dark and the bonfire's light didn't quite reach all the way. She couldn't see her feet in the blackness.
    “C'mon, babe. We've been going out for a while now,” he reminded her as he pushed her up against a tree.
    “Two months isn't so long,” she argued, then hiccuped. He laughed at her.
    “You're cute when your drunk.”
    “I am not drunk.”
    His tongue was in her mouth and she almost gagged on it. She put her hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but he took it as an invitation and leaned all his weight on her. She could feel his erection against her hip and the urge to vomit intensified.
    “God, you have no idea how much I want you,” he groaned, his hands sliding underneath her shirt.
    “I have a very good idea of it right now. Get off me,” she instructed, grabbing at his wrists.
    “C'mon, Dulcie. No one can see us,” he assured her while trailing sucking kisses down her neck. She shuddered and pulled hard at his arms.
    “I don't care.”
    “Please. It'll be so hot, I promise.”
    “Not gonna happen, Jared.”
    “How about like in the car? Just real fast, and I won't come in your mouth.”
    Dulcie briefly wondered if boys actually thought that was a selling point. Was this something they regularly used as a bargaining chip? Did it work?
    “I'm not blowing you in the woods while a group of people stand twenty feet away from us. Now get off me!” she snapped, and shoved at his shoulders. He stepped away and stumbled, almost falling over.
    “What's your fucking problem?” he demanded, and she was a little shocked. Jared was always so calm and collected.
    “A lot of things,” she sighed, rubbing her hand across her forehead. She'd known they wouldn't last. Con coming back to town had really driven it home. She knew she had to break up with Jared, but she hadn't wanted to do it at a party. Now it looked like it was going to happen anyway.
    “No shit. I've tried with you, Dulcie, I really have,” he pointed out. She nodded.
    “Yup, you sure have. I'm sorry. I'm just some fucked up chick. You