Accepted Fate (46 page)

He comes stalking towards me like a child that didn't get the toy he wanted. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me closer. Just one touch and I feel like jello. I melt into his touch. It's pathetic what he does to me. "I won't watch people gawk at you all night. I know what they will be thinking. No one is going to undress my girl with their eyes and mentally screw you right in front of me. I need you to go change."

If I weren't as stubborn as I am I might consider it, but I am, so he's about to learn where my buttons are. "I will not change. It should be good enough that I'm on your arm. This is what I chose and this is what I'm wearing." I look him in the eyes. "Whether you like it or not."

His face turns bright red and his jaw tightens, showing his sudden mood change. It's just too bad I don't care. I begin moving backwards out of his grasp. He follows me. "Then we will just stay here." I begin shaking my head.

"Breyson you need to chill the fuck out before you regret it," Braxton says from across the room beside Adalynn. Smart boy.

Breyson turns to him, "Now would be the time to mind your own damn business Braxton. Meet me at the truck." Braxton and Adalynn look back and forth between the two of us before making their exit out the door; Braxton shaking his head because this is all completely ridiculous.

Once the door closes, he looks back at me and grabs my hand. The raging waters are starting to tame. "Baby…Will you please change? You're smokin' hot and your body is to die for, but I don't want others seeing what is mine." He places his lips against mine and traces my lips with the tip of his tongue. Oh my..."These are mine." He cups my breast and travels down my body stopping on my derriere. "This is mine."

I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him against me. The skin to skin contact is fabulous, sending a sudden volt of heat through my body. The friction of our bodies rubbing together sets off a charge of energy that flows between us. "You know Simon wants you and seeing you like that is going to make it worse." Just like that it's like someone dumped a cooler of ice cold water all over me.

Placing my palms on his chest, I push him back. "That's what this is about isn't it? It's about your jealousy over Simon and your lack of trust in me." I'm furious and the scowl on my face shows it. His eyes widen in realization he just screwed up. "Simon is just a friend. He's always just been a friend. He knows his place because I've made it clear that you are what I want. If you trusted me, this wouldn't be an issue."

"Baby..." he begins to speak but I'm officially done with this conversation.

Holding my hand up to stop him, I finish this conversation. "I'm done Breyson. I will not be told what to do or what I can wear. Maybe you should realize who you're talking to. I'm not one of the little girls that has always followed you around, pining for your attention. I don't need anyone's consent for what I want to do. When you realize that, then we will have a discussion. I'm driving myself to the party. If you know what's good for you, you will leave me to myself right now. I need to cool off and I can't think around you. If you don't learn anything else about me, you'll learn this is a make or break with me."

"Baby please, don't do this. Let's talk it out." He begins rubbing his hands over his face in a panic. The look in his eyes almost makes me cave, but he needs to know I won't be ordered around or this relationship will never work. I have never done anything to break his trust and I have to worry about just as many girls daydreaming about him. I have never once tried to tell him what to do or what not to do. It's not fair for him to be treated any different.

"Bye Breyson." I turn on my heels and walk out the door, leaving him standing in the living room. My heart cracked a little seeing him almost in tears but he needs to learn a lesson. I really don't feel like I ask for much, but this is one of those things that I have to have. I will not give up my independence. 

I get in my car and start the engine. When I do, Adalynn comes running to the car. Opening the door she gets in the passenger seat. "What are you doing? Aren't you riding with Braxton and Briar? Londyn is going to be left out."

I pull on my seat belt as does Adalynn. "I'm not leaving my best friend by herself. I told Braxton I'll meet him at the party. He's a big boy, he'll be okay. You're my best friend and it looks like you need some girl talk."

When I see Breyson running out the front door, I take off out of the driveway before he can stop me. "It's fine, I just won't be told what to wear. Ever. By anyone. End of discussion. He needs to learn that now."

"I think it's just a guy thing. Don't you think you may be overreacting just a little? Braxton wasn't too thrilled with my outfit either and we're not even dating." She speaks as if she knows she's treading on thin ice. Good, because I'm not in the mood right now.

Looking at her, I narrow my eyes. "I also didn't see him call you out on it in front of everyone as if you're a child. I will never be that type of girl. The one that's submissive and dependent on some guy telling her, her every move. He knows how I am and he can take it or leave it. I will not conform."

She holds up her hands in surrender. "You're right. He did take it a little too far. I think the guy just has it really bad for you. It tends to make him go to extremes. Until you, he never so much as gave a girl a second glance. You, my sweetness, have hit his love button."

If I wasn't so mad I would laugh at her and her crazy talk. "I just need to have some fun. I think I want to drink tonight."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? You just got out of the hospital for Pete's sake."

I raise my brow as we drive down the road towards Lake Serene. "Adalynn...don't do that. We just got done with this conversation."

"Stubborn stubborn girl. Would you chillax? You know I just care about you Kinzleigh." I really need to calm down. Tonight is supposed to be fun.

"I know. I'm just aggravated. Just show me a good time okay? Within moderation..." She nods and we turn into the subdivision entrance. "Which house is it?"

"Keep going and I'll show you where to turn."

We pull my Range Rover into an empty space on the lawn and shut off the engine. I move quickly to get out of my car before Breyson gets here. I'm not ready to see him yet. I just want to be mad at him for a while before I come to my senses and cave. He always has a way of making me cave. The vacancy of his touch and presence is already having an effect on me.

As soon as Adalynn and I walk in the house, I can feel eyes on us. The room is covered in costumes of various styles and theme; some scary, some sexy and some just plain silly. "Come on, let's go get a drink," Adalynn says pulling me off to the side. 

We get into the kitchen and the bar is completely stocked with different types of liquor and there are two full size kegs. I don't even know how a bunch of high schoolers got their hands on so much alcohol. Simon greets us by the bar. "Hey pretty girl. You drinking tonight?" I smile and nod my head. He always makes me feel at ease, kind of like a brother would. "What's your poison?"

I shrug my shoulder and look to Adalynn for help. "I've never really drank anything other than wine here and there." He grins from ear to ear and hands me shot of amber liquid. I hold it to my nose and it smells wretched.

"Here, let me show you. Simon hand me the salt and a lime." He does as she says and I watch her to see what to do. "This, my lovely is one of your four favorite men: Jose. The key to good tequila is cost. You can't go cheap or you'll hurl." She licks her wrist to wet it and sprinkles the salt to make it stick. I remember seeing this on one of those wild MTV shows once; Jersey Shore or something. "Watch closely." She holds the lime wedge in one hand and the shot glass in the other. "Rule number one, open the back of your throat and let it slide down. Lick, shoot, lime; in that exact order." She does exactly that. She licks the salt, pours the shot back and then bites the lime. Simple enough. "Here, now you try."

Simon hands me another shot glass and a wedge. He grabs my hand, holding my wrist face up. Smiling, he looks me in the eye and licks my wrist before sprinkling it with salt. For some reason, that just doesn't seem as sexy as if it were Breyson doing it.
Kinzleigh, stop it! You're supposed to be mad at him.
Licking in the same spot he just did, I hold the salt on my tongue and bring the shot glass to my lips. Holding my breath and opening the back of my throat, I pour the glass back, swallow and bite the lime. The burn in the back of my throat makes me cough. I can feel the warmth run down my esophagus.

Once I stop coughing Simon looks at me. "Another?" Already starting to relax, I nod.

Just as I'm about to take another shot, the glass is pulled from my fingers. When I turn to see who it is, it's a very angry Breyson. He's blood red and looks like he's about to spit fire. What he doesn't know is I can hold my own. "Stop giving my girlfriend alcohol, Simon!" He looks at me, "What are you doing Kinzleigh? Are you really going to get drunk around him?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose. He does not get it. "I thought we dealt with this earlier? I seem to remember saying I am done," I seethe. "Stop telling me what to do Breyson! Leave me be!" My voice has risen a few octaves at this point.

He begins yelling right back. "I will not leave you to be taken advantage of with half your body on display! Not to mention intoxicated when you never drink! Fuck Kinzleigh, chill out, you know I'm only doing what's best for you! I love you!"

The problem with this is, I despise yelling. It sets me off like dynamite. Why? I have no idea. I've been that way since I was a kid. Most people slither away like a scolded child, but I on the other hand have the opposite reaction. It brings out the beast in me. Also, to make it worse, that shot has just started to take effect in my system, making me brave. Placing my palms on his chest, I push as hard as I can. "If you love me then leave me alone!"

Everyone is staring around us. Great, we seem to have become the focal point of the entire party. He bounces back and comes toward me, but Briar grabs him by the arms. "Dude, you need to leave her alone for a while or you're going to do more damage. Don't make her hate you. Let her cool off....Trust me." At least someone gets it. Breyson stands there for a few more minutes staring at me, pleading with me, but I won't budge. He owes me an apology if he wants me to listen. I am not some child. I'm his girlfriend, his equal and I will get respect one way or the other.

He storms off and before Briar goes after him, he looks at me. "Please think about what you're doing. He really does love you, ya know."

Turning back to Simon, he has a smile on his face that I kind of want to slap off. "I want another shot."

"Whatever you want sweetheart." He winks at me and for the first time around him I feel uneasy.

Three shots down and the liquid toxin is flowing through my blood. Adalynn and Braxton have been by my side the entire time. Braxton went after Breyson at first but came back shortly after. I'm not sure if it was for Adalynn or to watch after me. I'm completely relaxed and having the best time. It makes me wish I would have tried this before.

Pulling on Adalynn's arm I whine, "Adi, come dance with me." I give her my pouty face and she begins laughing.

"You don't have to use the pouty face, silly girl. It doesn't have the same effect on me as it does Breyson." Speaking of, I haven't seen Breyson since I told him to leave me alone. I'm not sure where he is, but at the given moment I don't care. I just hate that I upset him to get my point across.

We get to the middle of the makeshift dance floor and the hip hop music is blaring. Adalynn is in the middle with Braxton behind her and me up front like a train. Raising my arms in the air, I let the music take over my mind and body. I think of nothing; just let my body sway to the rhythm of the music. I close my eyes and get lost in the sensuality of the words.

Two hands snake around my waist pulling me closer to the front of a body. I don't even take notice that it's a male and no longer Adalynn. It doesn't matter because I'm having fun. Holding my waist, the body behind me begins to grind against my rear, allowing me to feel his excitement through his jeans. Leaning my head back against his chest, I go along with his rhythm.

Time is no longer being calculated as the alcohol has taken over my body. It's just me and the music. Slowly the world begins to fade and nothing processes through my mind. I can't think about anything. I can barely control my actions much less stop them. Everything feels so good until I'm suddenly unstable on my feet by the absence of the prior, present body keeping me upright and I hear a loud thump. What in the heck?

Turning around, I see Breyson punch Simon across the jaw. Simon goes down on the floor before I can process what is happening before me; major buzz kill. Breyson straddles him and starts hitting him over and over. "Breyson! Stop! You're going to kill him!"

Blood is flying out of his mouth and he is barely putting up a fight. I've never seen Breyson look like this. He looks like he's out to kill. "I told you to fucking leave her alone Simon. You can't stand it; you have to go after what's mine. I warned you and you didn't listen." He's still hitting him repetitively and he sounds like he's not even thinking of what he's doing.

My reflexes react before my thought process, compliments of the alcohol in my body. I push Breyson off and get elbowed in the rib, stumbling backward and hitting the floor. "Breyson! Stop dammit you just hit Kinzleigh!" Braxton is shouting, trying to pull him off when he sees me trying to get off the floor.

Rushing over to me, tears are pooling in the corner of his eye. "Baby, I'm so sorry. Why would you do that? Please forgive me. I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose."

Simon begins sitting up, spitting blood from his mouth. I can't even look Breyson in the eye right now. I don't even know what to say. I know he would never hurt me on purpose, but he let his jealousy and rage take over, blinding him. His behavior tonight has been insane. I need a break from here, from him, from everything. He's too much right now; too extreme. I may regret this later, but right now I need some space. "Simon, can you take me home?"