Torn (Torn Series) by K.A. Robinson

at me as he moved with me. Suddenly he was jerked away from me roughly, his eyes going wide with shock.
    Logan stood behind him, looking extremely pissed off. “Back the fuck off asshole, she’s with me!”
    The guy glanced at me before throwing his hands up in surrender as he walked away from us, “Sorry bro, my bad.”
    I sighed as Logan grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off the dance floor and back to the table. Drake was sitting by himself watching us closely as we approached.
    I threw myself in the booth and turned to glare at Logan, “Care to explain what that was all about?”
    “That guy was all over yo u! I was just trying to help!”
    “He was not all over me, we were just dancing Logan! He was barely touching me! I don’t know what the problem is , but you need to get over it!”
    “I don’t have a problem, but I’m not about to watch some guy hang all over you! He was watching you and Amber before that, and as soon as you broke apart he went after you. But by all means, if that’s the type of guy you want then go for it! When they use you and throw you away don’t come crying to me!”
    He stomped away before I could yell at him again. I watched hi m disappear into the crowd with my mouth hanging open. He had always been protective of me, but since coming to college it had already gotten out of hand after only a few days. I was going to have to sit down with him and have a serious conversation. He was not my brother or my protector, he was my best friend and I needed to set boundaries.
    I glanced around the table and noticed Drake staring at me. “What?”
    “Now do you believe me?”
    “What are you talking about?”                                                                                                                
    “What I said earlier, Logan has some major feelings for you, you’d have to be blind to not se e it after that little show.”
    I glared at him, “Don’t even start with me tonight Drake, I’m not in the mood.”
    He si ghed and shrugged his shoulders, “Whatever, go ahead and live in that little oblivious Chloe bubble, but don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”
    I grabbed an unopened can of soda off the table and popped it open, trying my hardest to ignore Drake. I was seriously pissed off at him for suggesting that crap again, but what he said was bothering me. I hoped he was wrong, but that little voice inside my head said maybe he wasn’t so far off base. Maybe what I had taken for brotherly protectiveness was something more, and if it was I was totally and completely screwed.
    I looked up as a little red head in a dress short enough to be a shirt approached the table and smiled at Drake. I groaned internally as she bent down to rest her elbows on the table, giving Drake a clear shot of her overly exposed cleavage. His eyes dropped to her chest before returning her smile.
    “Can I help you with something?”
    She batted her eyes in what I think was supposed to be a sexy way as she leaned in closer to him and whispered in his ear. “I’m Molly, I came over to drag you onto the dance floor with me. You want to dance?”                           
    Drake nodded as he stood, “I’m going to go dance with Molly, you alright here by yourself?”
    “Yeah I’ll be fine. Besides, one of us deserves to have fun.”
    He gave me a sympathetic smile before turning and wrapping his arm around her. I watched as they too disappeared into the crowd and mentally gagged. Drake had no problem in the women department, that much was clear. That fact was a good enough reason for me to ignore my stupid crush. 
    I sat by myself, watching everyone else enjoy my good time. A few guys glanced my wa y, but apparently I was giving back off vibes since no one approached me. Just as I finished my drink, Logan appeared out of nowhere with two shot glasses in