Self Destruct by K. D. Carrillo Read Free Book Online Page B

friends, and took me to a few of his favorite teenage hangouts.  It was fun, relaxed and friendly.  Yep, not romantic, just friendly.  Around ten Jake took me back to the hotel.  He walked me to my door, and kissed me, on the top of the head.  On. Top. Of. My. Fucking. Head. 
    I paid extra attention getting ready for the wedding.  I wanted some sort of a reaction from Jake.  Hell I got a stronger reaction from Jeremy, and I knew that would never happen. 
    I curled my hair into smooth soft waves that hung down my back.  I paid careful attention to my make-up, playing up my large green eyes and bow shaped lips.  My green dress had a sweet heart neckline, and tucked in at the waist.  The color accentuated my auburn hair and porcelain skin.  I knew I looked good, but a little confirmation couldn’t hurt.
    I grabbed my phone and took a picture of my reflection.  I usually hate these kinds of pictures, but this one turned out hot.  Before I could think about it too much I hit send.  Jake’s knock on the door covered up the ping that signaled a response.
     

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    Aiden
     
    Wow, just yeah, wow.  That dress was hot. I scrubbed my hand across my face trying to wipe away dark thoughts.  There was no way her date wasn’t going to try and advance their relationship with her looking like that. 
    I kept telling myse lf to calm down.  I told myself she was coming back to me, except she wasn’t, not really.  She wasn't because she wasn't mine, and by tonight she might be his.  But I had her attention right now.
     
    Me: You are killing me Becca.  I think I’m going to make this my new wallpaper.
    Becca:  You asked for it, remember that.
    Me: I asked for dirty pictures, but after seeing you in that dress I don’t think I can handle it.  Not that I would complain if you sent me a picture of yourself in your new “slutty” underwear.
    Becca:  Toni is so dead.  Tell her to run when she sees my car.  Is this your idea of a friendly conversation?
    Me: I’m being very friendly.  How is the wedding?  Is he treating you right?
    Becca:  The wedding is fine.  I don’t really know anyone.  I kinda feel like arm candy. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.
    Me:  Just fine?  Isn’t lover boy paying attention to you?  He isn’t being a dick is he? What is happening tomorrow? I thought you were coming back here.
    Becca:  Calm down cowboy.  I will be back tomorrow.  Honestly I’m bored out of my mind.  Jake is extremely polite, but I got a bigger rise out of Jeremy the other day than I have out of Jake since I got here.  And yes, pun intended.
    Me: I don’t really like the image of you trying to get a “rise” out of anyone.  I think I hate this guy. Wait how did you get a “rise” out of Jeremy? 
    Becca: Ah, long story.  Let’s just say the guy that ends up with him is LUCKY!  Hey tell him I’d gladly save him from a skank any day.  The service is starting.  TTYL.
    “Jeremy!” I shouted, irrationally pissed.  “Dude not so loud,” Jeremy responded.  I shoved my phone at him and he read through our texts.  “Holy shit that girl is hot!” Jeremy exclaimed. 
    “Not the picture ass, read the texts,” I demanded.  I watched his face as he read through my exchange with Becca.  He looked up at me curiously, but kept whatever he was thinking to himself. 
    When h e scrolled down to the bottom he started howling with laughter.  “Explain this please,” I snapped.  “Relax Aiden.  You really need to figure this shit out.  You're acting like a jealous possessive asshole.  You. Have. A. Girlfriend.  Vanessa, remember her?  If you want Becca, dump Vanessa. If you choose Vanessa, then leave Becca alone." 
    Jeremy clapped his hand on my shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.  "I don't know why you keep torturing yourself with Vanessa.  You were dumb kids.  Shit happens.  Just because your mom and her parents are so gung ho about the two of you getting married doesn't mean you have to