That Girl is Mine - Part Two Read Online Free

“You want one?” I’m already feeling lightheaded from the shots, but I need to tell someone to keep his eyes to himself.
    “Sure,” Josh replies, grabbing my face and planting his lips against mine, taking a passionate kiss.
    There’s music in the air, but it’s not in our lips…
    “Don’t take too long,” he grins. And I smile, my heart doing strange things in my chest. It’s confused. I’m confused. Even my thoughts are messed up.
    “What are you doing?” I snap at Dylan, when I walk up to the bar. He takes a sip on a bottle of beer.
    “Slowly having my heart ripped out of my chest,” he replies.
    “That’s not what I’m trying to do.”
    “Isn’t it? Kissing him in front of me isn’t to hurt me?”
    “He’s kissing me, and no. It’s not. I just think…I’m not what you want, Dylan. I realize that now.”
    He leans in close and talks directly in my ear. “You aren’t a want, Rusty. You’re a need.”
    My heart skips a beat, and when a shot glass gets placed in front of me, I quickly pick it up and down its contents, even though I haven’t ordered yet.
    “Hey!” the girl says beside me.
    “Oh no! I’m sorry,” I say to the girl, fishing through my purse for the money to pay her back, before I order the drinks for Josh and me from the bartender. Dylan watches me bemusedly as I fumble with my purse, and I realize that my words aren’t quite as clear as I think they are. Holy crap, how did I get so drunk?
    George and the shots!
    “Oh, wow,” I say, my hand going up to my head as the room begins to spin. “I shouldn’t have had that last shot.”
    I sway on my feet, and hear Dylan say something about water as Josh comes into view. That’s when I start to cry.

Chapter 4

Dylan
    “Oh man, how much has she had to drink?” Josh asks, as we carry Avery out to my car. She started crying all of a sudden in the club then she leaned against Josh, moaning about how sorry she was. The poor guy looked so confused, and he just held onto her until she passed out. Now I’m helping him get her home. This is my fault. Maybe I gave her too much space. I made her think I didn’t care and…fuck, I have no idea what’s going through her head. I just know that this is messed up and I shouldn’t be feeling the way I do about another guy’s girl. But, I can’t seem to fucking help myself.
    “I don’t know. She was dancing with Roxy, so who knows. Roxy can drink most guys I know under the table, so if she was drinking with her…”
    I beep open my car and help Josh get her into the back. He slides in with her, and I hesitate for a moment, watching him place her head on his lap. It hurts to see this. It hurts to harbor these feelings. This hurts. This just hurts.
    “I’ve got her,” Josh assures me when I continue to linger, reaching out to pull the door shut so I need to move out of the way. I walk around to the driver’s side and begin the trip home. We’re on the road for a while when Josh lets out a sigh. “Thanks for this, man. I know this isn’t exactly how any of us expected this night to go.”
    “It’s no problem.”
    “She hasn’t been out for a while. I guess the alcohol went to her head a bit.”
    “Like, I said. It’s no problem, Josh, really.”
    We make some small talk for the rest of the drive. He talks a bit about work, and I do the same, although I can tell his distracted by Avery lying passed out on his lap.
    “God, I hope she doesn’t puke,” he says.
    “Get enough of that at work, huh?” I say with a smile, trying to make light of it.
    “Yeah. I could really do with a puke free twenty-four hours.”
    “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Probably just needs to sleep it off,” I say, as I pull up in front of the house and help him carry Avery upstairs to their room. We settle her on the bed, and I remove her shoes, noticing that the ankle she broke looks a little swollen. Reluctantly, I leave Josh alone with her, while I head downstairs to get an icepack, and some