The next few hours made for what was arguably the longest day in her life. Kissing Eli had fucked her up bad. To the point where she honestly couldn't think of anything else as she sat there in Eric's lap. They spent the day making out and drinking until it was pretty safe to say she was wasted and she honestly couldn't stop her eyes from glancing at Eli every now and then. She'd watched him slip into the bathroom with some girl, and she hadn't even realized she'd tensed until Eric pointed it out, but she'd shut him up easily by going back to kissing him some more.
They were in a crowded bar, but the fact that they were in the back corner, where it was a little darker, meant that they were also a little secluded from everyone else so she let his hands wander, not bothering to stop him because she was honestly just desperate to get Eli off her mind. Kissing him had been beyond wrong, even high off her ass, it should have never happened, and it was best for both of them if it never did again. Yet that was literally all she could think about and it was driving her nuts because it didn't make any sense.
Eventually, Jade saw Eli coming back out of the bathroom, heading outside and she debated following him. Maybe if she could just talk to him about it a second she could clear her mind, but she knew that was a bullshit excuse. The real reason she was sitting there thinking about following him was because she wanted to kiss him again, she knew that. So that's why she stayed where she was, because she couldn't run out there after him and kiss him again. All it would take was a late arrival or a glance out the window and they'd be caught.
So Jae just went back to kissing Eric, letting her lips trace his jaw, pretending he was the only thought in her head. She didn't see Eli come back in this time, so when he grabbed her and yanked her roughly off Eric's lap, she was surprised, and she was about to turn and ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing when he spoke first.
“We need to talk.” He breathed, not even giving her a choice as he dragged her through the bar to the bathroom, releasing her to close and lock the door behind them. Once it was locked, he grabbed her again and pulled her close, completely stealing away any words she'd had about how crazy he was being, his lips centimeters from hers, driving her crazy. “I don’t know what the fuck you did to me when you kissed me, but I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” He smirked before kissing her hard on the lips.
Jae couldn't help herself. She'd been thinking about his lips all fucking day, and now that she had them against hers, it was even better than the kisses on the beach. She moaned against his lips, heart pounding, knowing it was wrong even as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes, slipping her tongue past his lips to deepen it. "Fuck." She breathed as she continued to kiss him. "I can't stop thinking about you either." She mumbled against his lips before pulling herself tighter against him, kissing him even harder, knowing, if he didn't stop, she sure as hell wouldn't be able to.
Hoping he could dodge his father had proven to be an impossible task because, even though he'd gone upstairs to hang out with the twins for a while, Sarah had told him where he'd gone, so he'd tracked him down and dragged him downstairs and outside where he could yell at him properly. Only it was a useless attempt at privacy, because even as he stood there, he could glance up at the house and see three bedroom windows open, making it clear they had eavesdroppers.
His father had yelled at him for a good hour and a half, and at the end of it all, he'd honestly felt like shit because his father was the one and only person in the world, aside from Harley, who's opinion mattered to him. No once could cut him down like his father could, so standing there, listening to him call him everything from a waste of a son to an arrogant asshole had really hurt.
After that, he hadn't waited around much longer. He'd walked right back inside, headed for the front door. As he was passing the stairs, Parker was barreling down them towards him, all black, red, leather, and studs, looking like she'd been crying, arms out like she was going to hug him, but he just slipped past her and outside because he didn't feel like listening to her trying to make him feel better. He felt like getting drunk.
So he'd hopped on his bike and taken off to his father's bar, where his gang hung out, and spent pretty much the rest of the day there. He'd lost track of exactly how many drugs he'd taken, but all he knew was it had worked. By the end of the day, his father was out of his head. Only Harley wasn't.
But he knew the remedy for that. He'd been doing it every night for three years. So he grabbed the girl who'd been fawning all over him all day and pulled her outside, backing her up against the building and pulling her panties down from under her dress, glancing around to make sure no one was around, fully intending on fucking her right there in the shadow against the building.
Only when he'd glanced around, he'd spotted Harley, standing in the middle of the street watching him and he cursed under his breath and released the girl, turning and leaving her there, running after Harley. Before she could get back in her car, he grabbed her wrist and turned her. "When I said you know where I am, I wasn't intending for you to go on a fucking suicide mission Har." He breathed, holding her eyes because they both knew it was dangerous for her there. "I've been thinking about you all day. I can't stop it." He sighed. "Actually, I've been thinking about you everyday for the past three years, but I'd have to say today had been particularly difficult." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.