My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 153 Losing It

Jacob

I watched as my ex-girlfriend secretly downed one shot after another, oblivious to Samuel's absence. She hadn't realized that she didn't need to worry about him, since Samuel and Clara had left nearly forty- five minutes ago, leaving me in charge of the kids who were not-so kids in reality. But she didn't notice. Of course, how could she? She was too engrossed with her boy-toy and friends to even glance at anyone. Especially me.

It was as if I didn't fucking exist to her, and it bothered me. It really fucking did. I was so used to having her attention all on me, only me, that now, deprived of it, I felt like a teenager craving the attention of his favorite girl in college. It was fucked up, but it was the truth.

I wanted Evelyn's eyes on me as much as my eyes were on her. She was fucking mine to take and I didn't fucking like the idea of sharing but right now basically everyone had her but...not me.

I watched as she took another shot, Nancy sneaking it to her. Cameron chuckled as the liquor spilled at the corner of her mouth, and he raised his hand to wipe it away. My fists clenched, my jaw tightened, and my gaze hardened as anger coursed through every fiber of my being.

That bastard...

"Thank you," I heard Evelyn muster, her words almost slurred.

God! She was fucking drunk. A mess of wild hair and flushed cheeks, a beautiful disaster.

"And it's time for a dance!" a girl who had been sneaking glances at me announced. She stood up on the bench, swaying her hips as she took a drag from the cigarette in one hand and held a beer bottle in the other. "Get up, guys!"

Mason, already way too drunk to be around without the risk of vomiting and ruining this already shitty party, turned on the music on the box and stood up. His legs wobbled, yet his enthusiasm was surprisingly high. "Let's go!" He clapped, before attempting a whistle-though it sounded more like a broken squeak.

"No dance for me-I am too tired!" Jennie whined. "I need some tight sleep-I have a date tomorrow. So, bye!" She stood up, grabbing her bag, ready to leave. She looked sober, but not enough to be driving on her own.

"Hey," Nancy snapped. Despite downing a lot of shots like a total drunkard, she looked completely sober. "You can't drive. You're drunk."

I am driving?" Jennie flashed a

out, followed by a hiccup. She was too

surprise, and I found it hard not

kids these days! God,

date I mentioned-It'd be the first meeting. So let's see how many inches of surprise he has or maybe not." "You guys are gross!" Evelyn grumbled, taking a sip of the beer in her hand. Her tiny grumble and that little nose scrunch made

halfway, her eyes trailing to me before she decided to drop the subject. "Anyways! I am off. Bye." As Jennie left, their stupid party resumed. I leaned against the couch, crossing my arms over my

knew Samuel and Danica, none of them were bold. They were like rabbits-too gentle. They'd stick with one carrot forever. But Evelyn, she was different. She was on the hunt for men. And she got

around and grab yet another beer bottle before settling down onto the chair once again, my blood boiled. This was too much-her drinking was totally out of control. After so many shots of tequila, she shouldn't be indulging in beer now. For god's sake, she was barely above

myself standing

froze, and everyone else did too. The two new girls in the circle Boked at me with interest, their eyes scanning me up and down,

of her curly hair around

have caught the eyes of other men, but not me. My eyes were only for one woman, who now stared at me with curiosity, her hands gripping the beer bottle tightly on her lap and her eyes

out, her tongue dryly licking her bottom lip. "It's our

faces, but before they could speak, I spoke

sorry to inform

sounded

the morning and way past the deadline Samuel gave. Yet I allowed all of you to linger here and do whatever the shit you all have been doing-total spoiled brats. And now it's time for all of you to pack your things and

up, her hands fisted at her sides, her eyes sending daggers at me. "You can't tell me what to do and

warned, lowly, matching her heated gaze. "Get inside

push me further. The

but Cameron stood up

still