Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

CHAPTER 48

JESS

I'd had enough of Luke and Tiffany's public display. I needed a distraction, something or someone to take my mind off the image of them together. Leaving Tom's side, I set off in search of Sam and Laura.

Weaving through the crowd, I found Laura and Josh tangled in a corner. I closed my eyes so fast that 1 almost got dizzy, so I grabbed the wall to steady myself. "Yuck," I mumbled to myself, trying desperately to get rid of the images that flashed before me. I could go for a sht of amnesia right about now. I never want to see my brother in that position in my entire life, and I never should have in the first place.

"Laura's out," I muttered, continuing my search for Sam. I was a little drunk, the shots finally kicking in, and I bumped into a few people, slurring my words as I apologized. "S-sorry, didn't see you there."

Also, where did I lose Tom? I stopped and scanned the house for a second, but everyone's face started to become one. The music was too loud, and it felt like it was vibrating my heart, and the air was musty.

As a familiar song played, my face lit up. I spotted Tom against a wall, chatting with a guy I guessed was a football player by his size. I snaked my arms around his waist and cooed at him, "Let's dance," and pulled him back.

I dragged us to the center and felt the burn of the alcohol run through me. To hell with it. If Sam could reinvent herself and Luara could somehow get my brother to be monogamist, then I would dance with the school's quarter-back. I pulled Tom closer and let him grab my hips and sway us. My arms hung loosely around his neck as we twirled, and then he put his lips on mine, and I opened my mouth to dive into the kiss.

I could taste a mix of drinks on him, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel free just for a few minutes and not-not care about Luke, about the pact or Bryan.

Shit.

Shit.

Bryan... why did my head go there?

his face. "I... I need to

forced the image of Bryan's

muttered, looking for an

in the pit of my stomach. I backtracked, doing

becoming hazy, and I felt dizzy. Everyone's face was blurry, and I felt like

at my chest, making it hard to breathe. I pushed past people, muttering apologies. Just as 1 stepped outside, I felt

knew what was happening, I stumbled, and then I was flying... no, wait, falling, definitely falling. "Shit!" My arms flailed out but caught onto nothingness. I closed my eyes and

veins. I was stone-cold sober now. I surfaced, gasping for air, and looked around to see Tiffany smirking at the edge of the pool while she dried off her extensions.

her was Luke, and on his face, I could see it. He felt sorry for me. I took a deep breath and decided that

ashamed, I sleeked my wet hair back as I slowly stepped out of the pool. Fully aware

spotted Sam running out with a towel, but I took my time, moving slowly and as sultry as possible. I squared my shoulders, swayed my hips, and pulled my hair over my shoulder to wring out the water. I heard a low whistle from the side,

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it around me, I held it casually over my

nodded, forcing a smile. "Never

I refused to look his way. Instead, I sauntered past Tiffany, giving her a smirk of my own. "Thanks for the swim," I

Tom reappeared,

green but more worried about me

nonchalantly, tossing my

it, letting him pull me close. His touch didn't ignite the same fire as Luke's, but it

Luke