Page 14 of Reckless With You

“Okay,” I lied.

They all knew it was a lie, but they let it go. They each stood up and hugged me, and I smiled.

“We’ll make it work. He can still be my friend.” I heard the desperation in my voice, and the girls pointedly didn’t look at each other as they nodded slowly.

“Of course, baby.”

I heard the pity in Erin’s tone, even though I knew she was trying to hide it.

“Of course.”

Tobey had to still be my friend. I couldn’t handle it if I’d ruined that, too.

I walked the girls out and then took off my pants.

I did not want to wear pants. Pants should not be required, at least in your own home.

I put away the wine and then took out the Don Julio. I did two shots in a row, no need for lime with the good tequila. And then I turned on my music.

Alanis Morissette would get me through this.

She was the only one that could. After all,Jagged Little Pillis an anthem. I might have been too young to really understand it when it first came out, but it was still an anthem.

I blared the music, did another shot, and started dancing in my underwear. After all, when was a better time to dance in your underwear than when your heart was breaking, and your whole world was shattering?

Because I hadn’t heard from Tobey. He hadn’t answered my texts or my calls.

And I had sent and placed two of each. And I knew that sounded desperate.

I was so mortified. So afraid to see him again. But I also needed to see him because I had to make sure everything was okay. He was such a big part of my life. I couldn’t lose him.

I loved him. But he didn’t love me. He lovedher.

The tequila mixed with my emotions, and I knew I was going crazy, but I didn’t care.

“Would she go down on you in a theater, Tobey? Would she? Would she?” I screamed the words, danced and thrashed my head around. I cried out, shaking my ass and dancing around the house.

When the music suddenly stopped and a throat cleared, I froze.

“Please don’t be Tobey, please don’t be Tobey, please don’t be Tobey,” I mumbled under my breath.

“Not Tobey,” a deep voice said. I turned on my heel, my eyes wide.

“How the fuck did you get in my house?” I screamed at Tucker.

That’s when I realized that I had been screaming to Alanis Morissette while holding the tequila bottle and dancing in my underwear.

Oh, good. Another man who’s seen me in my underwear at one of the worst times. I should start creating a spreadsheet to track this. Maybe keep a journal.

Perhaps it could even be my thing—embarrassing myself in my underwear in front of people.

“You left the door partially open, babe.”

“I’m not your babe.” I burped and then sipped another sip of tequila straight from the bottle. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure exactly where I was on my drinking, but considering that I could see two Tuckers in front of me, I had a feeling I’d had more than enough.

“And I did not,” I said, snorting.

Ha, I was funny. So funny. But neither Tucker was laughing. Instead, they had their hands in their pockets and were just looking at me.