CHAPTER 14: JEALOUSY?

Their bodies moved together in perfect time. They fit together like a glove on a hand. Her slightly shorter body pressed tightly against the taller one, her hands traveled her hips and bared stomach as she leaned in close to her ear.

Marissa leant back into the dance, her right arm coming up to wrap around Alex' neck. She turned her head so they were face to face, their lips inches apart. Alex' hands on her body made her hot, maybe it was from the crowded club and the alcohol she had consumed but she would rather blame it on the way Alex would run her hands over her body in a seductive manner.

"You're so hot," Alex said to her as their eyes were locked together.

Marissa grinned and turned in the embrace, both of her arms now circled around the blondes neck. Alex bit her lip and tugged Marissa closer to her, if it were even possible—no air was between them. Their hips and pelvis' ground into another and swayed to the music. Alex let her hands travel over Marissa's back and over her ass covered in jeans.

She felt that ache between her legs come even stronger as they got closer in their dance—their legs hit one another perfect, it was almost as if they were dry-fucking on the dance floor. Their breathing was heavy enough and their touches were quite provocative, and maybe they were trying to get off, but neither of them thought about it—they were just dancing and enjoying it thoroughly.

Marissa felt a tap on her shoulder, of course she had to be bothered when she was dancing with the blonde. Alex looked at the person with raised brows and Marissa turned to find the interruption. Her eyes widened and if she'd had a beverage she would have dropped it.

"Ryan!"

Alex knew the name, it was Marissa's ex. She told herself not to get jealous, Marissa was definitely gay and he was not going to come between them. Wait, they weren't even dating! She had absolutely no reason to get jealous. Ugh, she still hated competition, especially when it was a short, bowl-over-his-head hair cut, and wannabe badass. She eyed him up and down, as if taking in his characteristics to memorize for an ass beating later. Alex smirked once she looked him over, he was definitely no match for her—he might be a bit stronger but when it came to looks, there was no chance on his part. Her confidence came flooding back and her arms snaked around Marissa sexually. "Who's your friend baby?" She whispered.

Marissa was shocked he was there, he never went out! Of course he had to be at the same club they were, the night they decided to go a straight bar! Never again, ever. They didn't end on bad terms exactly, but the fact she had to live in a shit hole until her apartment was ready didn't make her very happy. That and she wasn't quite sure she wanted him running back to Newport and telling everyone she was gay. Would he do that? He wasn't that vindictive, he usually minded his own business unless pestered—by Seth. Maybe that was it! Maybe he was there to find Summer and wanted nothing to say to Marissa. Suddenly, in her three second thought process, she felt the feminine, slender arms slip around her and the soft, bedroom voice in her ear and the hot breath on her neck. "Oh um, this is my ex, Ryan. Ryan, this is Alex…my, girlfriend." She hoped Alex wouldn't mind her lying to him, she just didn't want to deal with his shit and wanted him gone as soon as possible.

Alex looked Ryan up and down again, she would definitely play this part if it meant getting him to go away so she could dance some more with Marissa.

Ryan's eyes widened a bit at the introduction, her girlfriend? Is that why they broke up? Ugh, if this didn't hurt his pride nothing could, he was left because she wanted to fuck girls. He looked at Alex, she was hot too.

Alex smirked as she watched him measure her up, she knew what he was thinking and she also knew he figured he had no chance with her.

"Um, nice to meet you, I'd ask what you're doing here but I can see…so um, have you seen Summer? Seth said she was here with you…"

Yes! He was there for a reason and it wasn't her! "Oh yeah, she's up there at a table with our friends. What do you want with her?" Her head made a motion to the balcony that took over a side of the club.

Ryan shrugged as he looked around for the petite brunette up top, "Seth wanted me to give her a message I guess. She asked him to come down here to talk, but he refused and sent me instead."

Marissa rolled her eyes, it didn't matter how old they were, Seth would never grow up. Maybe being with Chastity would be for the best.

"Doing his dirty work huh?" Alex piped in.

Ryan looked at Alex and shook her off as if she weren't important. This didn't stand well with her and she huffed. "I'm gonna go get another beer, want one?" She asked Marissa.

Marissa smiled and nodded, "yeah, sounds good. I'm gonna show him where the table is, meet me there?"

Alex nodded and pecked her cheek before she left the two. She approached the bar and waited to be served.

"Hey, so you and Marissa look pretty cozy," Jodie sidled up next to Alex, waiting for the bartender as well.

Alex looked to her and rolled her eyes, "we're just friends. Where's Lila?"

Jodie motioned with her head towards the table. Alex nodded and turned back to the bar. "So, any new ones tonight?" The question made Alex turn to Jodie fully this time.

"Why do you ask?"

Jodie raised her eyebrows, was Alex serious? This girl was a known player and the only girl she'd been sleeping with the past month was Marissa. "Because the only girl you've been bangin' for a month is her. And you've spent all your time—two Corona's with lime—with her. Sounds like a relationship to me."

Alex rolled her eyes and turned back to the bar to order her drinks, "same as her. We're just friends, and she's good in bed. Besides, I don't date, remember?"