The Truth About James (Y.A Series Book 2) by Sarah Tork Read Free Book Online

shit Annabelle was here.
    “Welcome to the party Anna!” Jenna rejoiced loudly, grabbing her own cup from the counter beside her. “Finally!”

 
    CHAPTER 4
     
    So this was what feeling free was like.
    Peter dimmed the lights in the room more, making it feel more like a night club. My arm shot up along with everyone else’s on the dance floor.
    After my second cup of special punch, things were different. Like my perspective on everything. All of a sudden stuff I’d worried about didn’t seem that important anymore.
    “Yeah Anna!” Jenna swirled around, waving her arms into the sea of hands, pumping to the music. She’s drunk and loving it.
    I laughed at her, not in a judgmental way but because I got it and that made me so freaking happy.
    I got it.
    Having fun and going to parties without a care in the world, this was what life was all about. I lived free in this moment, dancing in a room, careless. Judgment from stupid bystanders be damned, they could kiss my ass.
    It was the alcohol, but who cared!
    I was living free. And loving it!
    Song after song, my body grew more fearless. The fact that my muscles ached from all the dancing I was doing didn’t bother me. I was having too much fun. However the fun was about to come to a stop, I had to pee, again.
    I mouthed ‘bathroom’ to Jenna and danced around flailing arms and booty’s on my way off the floor, heading towards the bathroom.
    “I’m so drunk.” I chuckled to myself, stumbling down the empty hallway. How come no one else had to pee? I was a newbie to this whole scene and my bladder had much to learn about resilience. After knocking three times on the bathroom door, I opened it confident that I wasn’t about to walk in on someone peeing or doing something with someone else.
    A senior high school party, I’d only ever seen the ones from the movies, and they usually had some risky business going on in the bathrooms or one of the bedrooms. On my way into the bathroom, a pair of hands grasped my shoulders.
    “What!” I gasped as the hands forced me inside the bathroom. Before I had the chance to turn and address my assailant, I heard the door lock snap closed.
    I gulped, scared out of my mind as I took in the person behind me. My heart rate dimmed a smidge when I saw who it actually was. A fitted black shirt, messy dark brown hair hiding scrunched underneath a black backwards Miami Marlins Baseball cap and very familiar green eyes.
    “James?” My eyes narrowed on him, grabbing the edge of the vanity table. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    Instead of answering, he leaned against the door with his strong tanned arms folded across his broad chest. His beautiful green eyes glared hard at me. His stare captured mine, stalling me from questioning him further.
    “Stop staring at me!” I ordered after a few seconds. I wasn’t regular Annabelle right now, I was drunk, and drunken Annabelle, well she was about get loud if needed.
    Especially for douchebag liars!
    “You’ve got a lot of nerve, pushing me in here, locking the door, and you don’t even have the balls to say anything.” I hissed. The alcohol made me brave. I felt it coursing through my veins, aiding my brain, telling it to tell James, to go and screw himself.
    “Did you have fun?” James snipped, making me feel like I was being accused.
    I shook my head at him. “Depends, what do you mean?” I sneered.
    Yeah, he totally saw me with Dean.
    “I saw you!” He accused.
    Yep, totally saw me with Dean.
    I cocked an eyebrow and jerked my chin at him in defiance. “And?”
    “Slow dancing with that pitcher and letting him touch your face!” James growled, his face subtly twitching from his growing anger.
    Not that I cared.
    “And?” I pressed, sounding bored.
    “On the couch!” He exclaimed, pointing to the closed door.
    “Oh!” I drawled out. “You mean Dean. Yeah, I had a great time connecting with him. We have a lot in common!”
    “Oh yeah! Like what?” He sneered,