Part 52 (1/2)
”Who?”
”Ethan.” I bury my face in the pillow, away from the hurt and humiliation. ”Was he with another girl?”
I twist my head around to squint at Nate. ”Why?”
”He's looks like that kind of guy.”
”What kind of guy?”
”Nothing. I'm a hypocrite.”
I'm too drunk for this conversation. ”Yeah.” I fumble around for the edge of the duvet, desperate to hide under it and not continue a conversation I can barely keep up with.
”He's a douche.”
”We established that,” I mumble.
”Chicks like you don't deserve guys like him.”
I roll over, hair splaying across the pillow as I look up at my pierced and tattooed knight in s.h.i.+ning armour. ”And you, Nate Rock Star, do chicks deserve you?”
In the dim of the room, Nate's expression is shadowed but his eyes are focused on me. ”Yeah, Fleur, I'm a douche with women too. But, you know what? If a girl like you thought she was mine, I'd be f.u.c.king lucky. And I wouldn't screw her over.”
”That's sweet,” I say and turn over again, fighting the nauseous spinning of the room.
WILL.
Fleur grapples with the duvet and it slides to the floor. With a sigh, I pick the duvet back up and place it over her. She's a mess and her make-up has run around her eyes. Has Mr. Perfect made her cry? Is this what I've done to girls before? I grit my teeth.
”I don't feel good.” she says.
”You don't look good.”
She mumbles something and I can't hear; I shuffle further along the bed and look down at her. ”What?”
”I have a rock star in my bedroom.” She giggles and pushes hair from her face, attempting to focus on me.
”Yeah, don't sell your story to the papers though.”
Fleur lifts a hand and attempts to point at me. ”Something I wonder about.”
”Yeah?”
”Piercings. Do you have them other places?”
”A few.”
”Can I see?”
I arch a brow. ”You're not seeing them all.”
”Why not?”
”I'm shy.”
Fleur barks a laugh. ”I've seen pictures of you with less clothes on! Show me.”
I'm on the verge of lifting my t-s.h.i.+rt but stop myself. Tattoo, Will. ”Nipples.”
In the dim of the room, Fleur's eyes widen and she retches. ”Don't show me! I'm going to puke!”
She pushes herself off the bed and staggers out of the door. I sit back and purse my lips. Really? Is this about piercings? She asked. After a few minutes, she hasn't returned and I head after her.
”Fleur?”
The bathroom door is open and Fleur kneels on the floor, slumped against the side of the bath. She looks at me in confusion. ”Nate.”
Her dress is. .h.i.tched up her long legs and hair dishevelled. ”Jesus, woman. What a mess!”
”Mmm.”
Fleur closes her eyes and I crouch down. ”No, you can't stay here.”
I grab her under the arms and half drag her back to her bedroom. She grips my arms and attempts to walk.
”First time in a while I haven't climbed into bed with a girl whose bedroom I'm in.”
She crawls onto the bed. ”So I hear.”
”What?”
”Your brother might be a d.i.c.khead to me, but I know all about you and girls, Nate.”
”What? It's their choice.”
”You don't have to be such a manwh.o.r.e though. What do you get from doing that?” Uh. Lots of awesome, no strings s.e.x. ”Shame, 'cause I think I like you a bit.”
”Like me a bit?”
”You're not my usual type, but you're cute.”
I make a gagging noise. ”Cute?”
”Well, hot in a scruffy but smells nice way.” She giggles again. ”And stop repeating everything I say.”