Jessica Grayson has struggled with body dysmorphia and bullying for most of her life. And when she believes she has finally turned things around for herself, she is betrayed and made fun of by her boyfriend and close friends, which sends her into a...
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I faintly remember Liam carrying me to his car and driving away. I also remember complaining and saying I didn't want to go anywhere with him, but I was too tired to put up a fight, so after a while, I gave up and leaned against the window.
"How come you just left your Red's party?" I say, feeling the cold window against my warm cheek.
"She is not mine. And you are drunk." He says, and I snort.
"How did you come to my rescue twice anyway, prince charming?" I sound more condescending than I mean to, but I can't help it. Liam's eyes quickly dart to me and then back to the road.
"Were you like following me around? Keeping an eye on me?" I mock, and his grip tightens on the steering wheel, but he remains quiet.
I laugh and gasp at the same time.
"You were, weren't you?"
"What if I was?" He turns around to look at me for a brief second. "You were drinking and putting yourself in compromising situations. I saw the way those guys looked at you." He grits his teeth, and my smile slowly fades.
"That sounds fucking pathetic. What if I liked the way they looked at me?" I know I'm just pushing his buttons now, but something in me wants to see him lose it.
"Don't!" He says curtly. "I know what you're doing."
I turn my head back around and stare out the window. Then I start humming tunelessly, closing my eyes.
***
I jolt awake when arms warp around me.
"It's okay, we're home."
I sigh with relief when I hear Liam's soothing voice. I must have fallen asleep. I shrug out of his hold, pushing his hands away.
"It's fine. I can walk."
I take a step and sway, but he immediately grabs my arm to steady me.
"I said, I'm fine!" I snap, swatting his hand away.
He sighs, letting me go. I head for the door walking a few steps ahead of him. I realize I never actually gave him his keys back, not that I brought it with me tonight. I stand at the door and wait for him to unlock it.
"Do you want coffee? It'll help." He says once we step inside, and I shake my head.
"I just want to go to bed."
He nods.
"You can sleep in my room. I'll take the guest bed."
I don't know why, but I feel a pang of disappointment.
