4: Things did get Interesting

I blinked.

And despite it all, I broke into laughter.

"Yeah no, I'm not dealing with two control freaks in one day," I chuckled, raking my fingers through my hair.

Art clicked the first aid kit shut and tossed it back in the glove box. He leaned back in the driver seat and looked at me with one eyebrow raised.

"First of all, I'm freaked out by the fact that you fucking knew where my boyfriend lives," I started counting on my fingers, lifting them to his face, "and two, if we are indeed getting married after all, I will get to have a say."

He nodded with a blank face, one hand dropping on the stirring wheel as he shrugged one shoulder.

He turned to me with clear amusement on his face,

“you’re out here yelling at me but not the one who put his hands on you?” he said with a small laugh.

He chuckled and raised both hands in surrender. “Fine, do as you please, Red.”

I unbuckled my seatbelt fast and pushed the door open, “whatever. I’m done.”

I got out and slammed the door as hard as I could.

The second I stepped back, Art hit the gas. The Range Rover zoomed off so fast it almost knocked me over. I stumbled a little and caught my balance.

“Fuck you!” I yelled and flipped him off with both hands.

I stood there on the sidewalk breathing hard. Then I let out a loud scream into the air.

A few people walking by gave me weird looks but I didn’t care. I pulled out my phone with shaky hands and called Olivia.

She picked up on the second ring.

“Olivia where are you? Meet me at Shark Bar right now, like right fucking now. I need you.”

*

I pushed open the door to Shark Bar and the music hit me hard.

People were grinding on the dance floor with bodies all pressed up on each other and couples were making out heavy in every dark corner.

Olivia spotted me right away and waved me over to our usual table. I slid into the seat across from her.

We were both around 5'7, and people mistook us for sisters. She was a brunette like me, only thing that set us aside was my double D's titties.

“Red, what the actual fuck happened to your face?” She gasped loud and leaned across the table fast. Her eyes went huge when she saw the bandage on my cheek, “Oh my God, is that a bruise? Who hit you? I swear I’ll kill them myself.”

I raked my fingers through my bob and let out a long breath, “it’s a long story Liv, like actually insane.”

I told her everything. The threesome question on the first date, up until the wedding that was supposed to be happening tomorrow.

Olivia kept gasping and slapping the table the whole time. “Girl no fucking way! He actually put hands on you? I never understood what you saw in Dawson anyway. That boy always gave me controlling creep vibes and you still stayed. Thank God Art handled his ass.”

She leaned in with a sneaky grin, her white dress getting in the way, “okay but be honest… what did Art look like? Is he fine, or is he fine fine?”

I rolled my eyes and clicked my tongue, "I mean he was okay, textbook hot, blonde, ice blue eyes, the whole package. Whatever.”

Olivia’s mouth dropped open and she hit my arm, “Bitch! Does he look like he has a big cock though? Be real with me right now.”

I slapped her hand away.

I sighed deep and rubbed my temple. “Liv I’m so done with tonight. I just want to forget this whole fucking night. Dawson, Art, the wedding… all of it.”

She grinned and waved the waitress over fast. “Say less bestie, we’re getting fucked up tonight.”

We ordered shots, two margaritas each, and a round of tequila. The drinks started coming one after another.

By the end of it we were so drunk everything was funny.

We kept cracking up at nothing, slapping the table and laughing till our stomachs hurt.

Olivia’s eyes lit up when this tall guy with tattoos walked past our table.

She grabbed his arm and started flirting hard, two minutes later she turned to me with a huge grin, “Red, I’m dipping with him okay? One night stand vibes, don’t wait up bestie!”

She kissed my cheek and bounced out the door with him without looking back.

I sat there alone, the room spinning a little. I was way too drunk to drive.

I sighed, trying not to sober up now that I was alone. I knew I had classes tomorrow and it was almost midnight at this point.

I checked my phone for texts from Dawson but there was nothing. I needed to know if he was fine but I couldn't bring myself to ask him, I was still mad at him, hell, I was fucking pissed, so pissed I thought he kind of deserved to be beaten by Art.

Art.

The thought of him made me laugh a little, "cocky bastard," I scoffed as I clutched my purse tightly, walking out of the bar.

"Thinks he's the hottest shot," I pulled into the streets and then the image of him staring at me cross armed flicked through my head and I rolled my eyes, "he did look like he'd have a big cock though." I mumbled to myself.

I pulled out my phone and opened the taxi app, still laughing to myself, “this day was actually insane,” I mumbled. “Arranged marriage, professor fight, Dawson getting his ass beat, and now Liv just left me for dick. Wild.”

I hit confirm on the taxi and leaned back, waiting.

My phone beeped in my hand. It was a text from Dad and I half sobered up.

*we will talk about the meeting tomorrow*

I rolled my eyes and started typing back. *Yeah sure Dad, can’t wait for that convo.*

Could this day get any more interesting?

Before I could hit send, I felt something hard press right against the middle of my back and my whole body froze.

Then I heard the clear click of a gun cocking.