✓ [18+] EVERY LITTLE THING

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"No, I love it like this," she smiles warmly while grabbing a hold of my hands and pulling me back into her.

"Do you now?" I snicker crookedly with a little too much pride at the fact she loves my long hair but when Josh tried growing his out to impress her, she told him she hated it on him.

Of course, that pissed him off, and like always, I got cornered by him and his posse about how I needed to leave his girlfriend alone.

Yeah, fuck right off. I'm not leaving her alone until she asks me to.

She's my best friend and yeah, I do love her as more but I respect her enough to not try anything while she's dating him. No matter how much I dislike the asshole.

No, her friendship and the permanence of it in my life means way too much to me.

Bryce Vine's Drew Barrymore begins playing over the speakers and Sarah turns in my arms, pressing her ass to my front as she begins grinding to the song.

I'm caught off guard for a moment but find myself putting my hands back on her waist and grinding against her with the music.

Yeah, best friends huh? You're not fooling anyone.

I ignore my subconscious and continue dancing with Sarah to the different songs that play over the speakers. I watch over her as she takes a shot with Lexie, assuring me that it's just this one she's drinking, to which I shrug.

I don't really care if she wants to drink more. I won't let anything happen to her.

Delighted with being allowed to let loose for once, she takes two more with Lexie and begins dancing with her to Saweetie's My Type.

After finally finishing the single beer I had been nursing for the last thirty minutes, I let Sarah know that I'll be right back and stride towards the kitchen.

While I'm reaching into the ice chest for a fresh bottle of beer, telling myself this is the last one before I get some water, a hand lands on my shoulder and I turn around.

Josh stands in front of me with the two dipshits of the apocalypse that are constantly attached to his asshole like there's an invisible umbilical cord somewhere. He glares up at me, trying to be intimidating.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing dancing with my girlfriend, Michaelson? Haven't I told you to stay the fuck away? I'm really sick of every time I turn around, you've got your arm snaked around her like she's yours," he sneers with venom, giving rise to a smirk across my lips.

That pisses him off and he scoffs as he looks behind his shoulder at Thomas. Thomas winks at him and I roll my eyes as I look away to use my shirt to pop the cap off of my bottle of beer. I then take a long pull on my drink and look down at Josh with boredom.

"Well Brinker, perhaps you're doing something wrong if all her attention's on me and not you. I don't know, maybe stop treating her like shit and flirting with other girls all the time?"

Josh narrows his eyes and the grip he has on the two red solo cups in his hands tightens, nearly crushing the delicate plastic.

I wait for him to either throw a punch, sick his boys on me, anything, but he doesn't. Instead, his nostrils flare as he takes in a deep, calming breath and glances over his shoulder towards where Sarah is dancing as if she doesn't have a single care in the world.