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beat some asshole when they try to grab me. You know how Reggie is, ever since the stepfather from hell incident he’s been overly protective of me.”
    “I know exactly what you mean.”Although Drake has only been in a couple of fist fights because some drunk said the wrong thing, he’s threatened his fair share of idiots. I let out a little giggle. Never in my life did I think I would have a guy as sexy as Drake, but having him fight for me is pretty incredible. Any girl who says it’s not is a liar.
    Once Darcie’s hair is parted to the side, I start to braid the right side of her head down the side and make it come across the nape of her neck then close it off with a hair tie. Next, I braid the left strands of hair, bringing it over to curve around the front of her head and down the side. Once both braids meet at the base of her head, I start to combine the two, making the tail of the braid sweep over her left shoulder.
    She stands to look in the mirror as she fastens her hoops through her ears. “Thanks, Presley. So, this Delilah chick, is she really as cool as you say she is?”
    “You guys are opposite in every way humanly possible, but yes, she’s cool. I’ve always looked up to her. If you can believe this, I didn’t have very many friends growing up. Even though she was Miss Popular in school, she never let it go to her head. Delilah is as genuine as a person gets and I love her for it.”
    I startle when I notice Delilah standing at the threshold of Darcie’s room. She looks like a goddess in her white, empire waist sundress with a shimmery gold sash that accentuates her hour glass figure. It looks perfect against her sun-kissed skin. Her gold wedges are a perfect accent to the dress and her blonde hair is wavy, cascading down her back. Delilah looks like she’s ready to go to a beach party in the Hamptons and will definitely stick out amongst the crowd.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just seeing if you ladies were ready.”
    Darcie gives her a look of indifference and goes back to applying her lip gloss. I move to the door and pull her into the room. I want her to feel welcome in the house, and I really want her and Darcie to become friends. “No worries. I have to change my clothes and then I’ll be ready to go.”
    Delilah looks Darcie and myself up and down, studying our clothes. “Do…do I look okay?”
    “We’re not going to prom,” Darcie snaps. “It’s just a bar full of bikers and drag racers. There is no need to look like you’re walking the red carpet or some shit.”
    I smack Darcie on the arm, which earns me a death glare. I know she would never do anything to me, yet she loves to act like she would. “Yes, Delilah, you look amazing. The guys won’t know what hit them.” She gives me a tight smile as she smoothes down her dress.
    I give Delilah a light squeeze on her arm and start to make my way out of the room when Darcie says, “You know what, Pres? I can’t believe you didn’t have very many friends growing up because you are the best person I’ve ever known.” I give her a small smile as I step around Delilah and into the hall. I hate when people say things like that to me. I wish my bruised and fractured soul was mended because sentiments like that shouldn’t be wasted on someone who’s as hollow as me.

 
    Chapter 3
    Presley
     
    We all file into The Slab, giving Big Mike pats to his arm as we pass through the doorway. Darcie instantly abandons the group, making her way over to Reggie behind the bar. When she gets to him, she reaches up and kisses him square on the lips. They are still head over heels for one another and have no problem showing it.
    Drake has is arm wrapped around my waist, as he does every time we go anywhere public. It makes him feel better if he lets others know I’m off limits, and for the most part, no one tries to challenge this.
    Just as Darcie said, the bar is packed tonight and the crowd is rowdy for a Thursday. The look