Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crushing On My Bad Boy Billionaire Best Friend : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Tate The music is so loud, I can hear it from the end of the drive where my father has dropped me off. “Don’t be too late. You sure you don’t want a ride back home, Tate?” He asks. I can tell he is concerned, this is my first house party. Neither of my parents is used to me going out into the big world. Just kidding, what I mean is they are hiding their nerves very well and not making a big deal of me going to my first ever party. Sure I’ve been to the school discos. But they are governed like we’re babies with teachers milling around, some even joining in the dancing. Like we want to see that. Ugh. It grosses me out so much. “I’ll be find pop. Honestly it’s just a bunch of kids. Besides you know Lilly and Tammy will be here.” He squeezes my hand that sits on my lap. I’m not going to admit it, but I’m as nervous as hell. There are so many kids outside sprawling masses of them on either side of the drive, on the front steps to this grand house, it’s painted white with a dark green fr

Tate Why is he even here? I’m waiting for my breath to come and for my heart to stop freefalling. He winks at me. The cheek of it, I wish he knew exactly what that does to me. It makes me melt when his electric blue eyes make contact with mine. I can feel my palms beginning to sweat. “What are you doing here?” I ask Liam as he has one arm draped around Jennie’s shoulders. He has no idea how I feel about him and I am trying my damn best to keep it that way. Only it is so fucking hard. Hard. Hard. “Thought I’d just drop by since Denver was coming to meet Lilly.” He drawls. That soft, sexy voice of his. Jennie pushes herself closer into Liam and lays a possessive hand on his chest. The bitch. I hate her as she stands there so close to him. I want it to be me. Liam is wearing black jeans, a black Versace t-shirt and black dessert boots. He looks so frigging hot that if I wasn’t so angry at him for being here with her I’d probably be lusting after him more than I am right now. My hear

Tate I am so tired my eyes are killing me. I also have a niggling in my stomach about Tammy. I knew she liked a drink but seeing her pull out a small bag of pills, well that just scared the shit out of me. I wonder if Liam knows or the others, that she’s now taking pills.The problem with Tammy is that she thinks no one cares, because her parents are too busy being rich and successful. It’s not unknown for them to travel frequently and leave her at home with her little sister, Willow. They have a live in housekeeper, a nanny for Willow who is just six and a chef, so it’s not as if Tammy has to do anything.I look at Liam as he focuses on driving, we’ll be back at our homes in about fifteen minutes. His jawline is strong and square, his cheekbones are high and I long to run a finger down them. I’m fighting the desire to lean over and kiss him. Fighting the urge to place my right hand on his left hand that rests on the centre console. All these urges, needs, wants, desires. They’re cru

Liam I wake up feeling more tired than I did when I went to sleep. Tate and I chatted until mid-night and I already know that girl is going to be as tired as me. She doesn’t do too well with no sleep. I have learnt over the years that Tate is a bit cranky when she’s over-tired. Peering through my shutters, I can see she’s already awake since her blinds are up and her bedroom window is open for the nice fresh morning air. We’re supposed to be going into school together and having breakfast at Mason’s before and meeting up with the others. Although I am doubting very much if Tammy will turn up. I hope so, because just like Tate; I am worried about her too. At least there is the housekeeper and Willow’s nanny at their home to take care of Tammy’s little sister. Donning my black jeans from last night and black suede dessert boots, I walk into my large closet and select a black D&G t-shirt from one of the hangers. Yes, I do like them all hanging up. I really hate that crease mark you get

TateJust as we’re all wrapping up breakfast we hear a voice. “Hey everyone.” We turn around and see a very bedraggled and rough looking Tammy. She’s definitely not looking her best-self this morning. Not at all.“Jeez you look like shit.” Liam states the obvious. I nudge his leg with mine and give him a slap on it for good measure.“Yeah well it was a bad night.” She plonks herself down on a spare chair at our table. “Give me some coffee would you please.” She asks no one in particular. I’m guessing our girl has literally crawled out of bed, slung on her favorite black skinny jeans and grey hoodie and instead of brushing her hair, tied it in a top knot on top of her head.This is the first time I have ever seen Tammy looking worse for wear. Usually her face is done up and she’ll be wearing bright pink lipstick and wearing her trademark pink. “You want to talk about it?” Asks Lilly concern etched all over her pretty face.Tammy begins to cry, tears run down her perfect cheeks, her gor