Panic Prone

Chapter Twenty-three

skittlesxrayn

Emma stepped in to the clearing. Picnic tables, lawn chairs, coolers, fires. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. She saw the orange Civic parked near a van. She looked around for Jay. Scanning the groups of people, trying to spot him. Finally she did.

The van door slid open and Jay stepped out. He put his hat back on and looked around. Behind him, a girl climbed out. She straightened out her skirt and Jay slipped a bracelet on her wrist. The girl smiled and walked away, heading over to a group of drunk guys. Jay lit a cigarette and then his eyes fell on Emma.

Emma stared back at him. Her blood boiled seeing him with another girl. Now she knew how he felt earlier when she kissed Sean. She broke their staring contest and grabbed a red plastic cup from some random guy. She put the cup to her lips. The intoxicating smell burning her nostrils. She closed her eyes and titled her head back. She opened her mouth and let the liquid slide right down her throat. She tossed the cup to the ground and shook her head a little. She was light headed for a moment and then started walking. Determined to enjoy the night.

Jay watched her. His eyes never left her after she looked away. He watched as she downed 3 more drinks. He walked over to her when he saw her move towards a sketchy guy. He draped his arm around her shoulders and led her away from the guy.

Emma pushed Jay away from him, "What was that about?"

"I should be asking you the same thing, Emma. Why are you even here?"

She bit her lip and smirked playfully, "I came here to see you." She stepped closer to him, causing him to back up against the side of the van.

"Sure you're not here to see Sean?" He snapped.

She looked at him innocently, "That was nothing. And besides, I saw you come out of the van with another girl."

"So? You didn't see anything."

"I saw you put the bracelet on her. I know about them, you know. I'm not as naive as my brother seems to think." She pressed her body against his, "I bet that girl couldn't even do anything right."

Jay laughed a little, putting his hand on her waist, "It doesn't matter anyway. She doesn't matter. None of these girls matter."

She leaned her face closer to his, softly breathing against his lips, "And do I matter?" She asked softly.

He licked his lips, "What kind of game are you playing, Emma?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Don't mess with me. I don't like getting messed with."

She moved away from him and slid the van door open. She climbed in, getting on her knees. She looked at him, "Are you coming in or what?"

He hesitated and then got in behind her, slamming the door shut behind him.