Free Craving You (TBX #2) by Ashley Christin Page A

Fuck.
    “I just wanted you to know that I hate your guts and I’m going to fuck him tonight. Do you hear me? I’m going to fuck you right out of my system!” Turning for the door, I grab her arm.
    “The fuck you are!” I say, roaring like a lion. Over my dead body will she fuck him.
    Kelsey freezes for a second under my anger. “Watch me!” Freeing from my grip, she runs out of my room and down the stairs.
    “You better fuckin’ not!” Yeah, that was my brilliant threat.
    Sitting down on my bed, I gather my fuckin’ self together before I do actually end up in jail. This fuckin’ woman brings out emotions in me I never knew existed. If she fucks him ... FUCK … I won’t be able to handle it. A stabbing pain shoots through my chest at the thought. What the fuck is that feeling? Is it a heart attack? Oh shit, I’m having a heart attack ! My anxiety over having a heart attack voids out the feeling, and it’s soon replaced with anger again.
    She can’t be with him if she has nowhere to go to. Digging under my bed, I pull out my toolbox and head toward her room.

 
    Kelsey
     
    I just threw up my heart – by the lump in my throat. I do want to vomit . The nerve. Here I am, just minding my own business, and then, BAM , he kisses some chick. RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. ME. What’s this I feel? Jealousy? I gasp. Why do I even care? Caring is so - exhausting . When Parker smiles that cocky ass smile of his at me- with another girl’s teeth clenching his lip- I lose my shit. He has flipped my bitch switch sending sparks flying all over the living room. Brealynn’s fingers grip my bicep pulling me away from the crime scene that is my sex life before my brain can manage another coherent thought.
    Smack! “Snap out of it!” I look at her shocked and grabbing my cheek to help numb the sting. “I’m sorry, Kels, but you were losing it there for a second.” She’s right.
    “I can’t believe he kissed that girl - right in front of me. I feel … oh, damn …” Rushing to the sink, my empty stomach contracts as I dry heave. A small hand rubs up and down my back comforting me while the other holds the brown strands of hair out of my face. The music switches over to another song as people buzz around us, none paying any attention to the ‘drunk’ girl in the sink. Kelsey’s breakdown of the century is happening right in front of their eyes. Bastards.
    “You’re going to put yourself back together, Kels. Once you do, you are going to go find someone else. You need to give him a dose of his own medicine.” She’s right, again. I’ve kissed Derek, but it wasn’t spiteful and damn sure not in front of him. My stomach sank to the lowest depths when my eyes landed on his smirk with her lips still attached.
    “Yeah, okay.” Lifting my head out of the sink with as much grace as possible, I right my posture before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
    “He’s being such a prick.” The growl in Brealynn’s voice helps cement my spine while I collect myself and walk back out into the party with a new mission: Boy Toy.
    My body feels warm, and if I l decided to look in the mirror, I’m sure the gray in my eyes would have a nice shiny glaze to them. However, I don’t want to judge myself for what I’m about to do, so that’s why I just drank my weight in keg beer.
    The target in question: Brad Cunningham.
    He’s cute, in a good boy kind of way. Blond hair and stunning green eyes, he isn’t lacking in the looks department. He’s the exact opposite of him -who should not be named. Batting my eyelashes and praying to the heavens I don’t look like a stroke patient, my body moves to travel the few feet to speak with Brad, who’s been eye fucking me for the past twenty minutes it has taken me to arrive at this numb state.
    “Kelsey Whitten, what a beautiful sight you are.” Ever the ladies’ man, he is.
    “You’re not so bad yourself.” Sliding up next to his stocky build, a fake feeling but what I hope