Betray - Part 20.

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Grey

My body stills, my heart pounding away, begging to burst out of my chest. Squinting my eyes, I stare in her direction, needing to clarify that I'm not imagining things or is this my mind playing some fucked-up trick on me.

My eyes land on her bottom lip, which is stuck between her teeth as she does her best to keep her eyes focused anywhere but on me. I continue to stare, begging her to just look at me, even for a second. I know without a doubt it's her, there's no hiding that anymore.

Her beautiful eyes look up, finally matching my gaze with her own. There is something about the way she is looking at me right now, I can't even explain it. I can see that she doesn't want to be here, not now that I am here also. Mere seconds later, she breaks our connection and continues to look around at everyone else.

This can't be happening.

What is she doing here with Reid of all people? I love Reid, but the guy is a whore. He doesn't deserve someone as sweet as Lake. At least I thought she was sweet, but I guess I could be wrong. For her to be here with him, maybe she isn't who I assumed she was.

Reid usually attracted one type of girl, the groupies, but Lake didn't seem to be the type. He could have any girl in this bar crawling on their knees willing to do anything he says, but there he is standing across from me, his arm slung over Lakes shoulder possessively.

What annoys me more, though, she doesn't seem to mind his very public advances.

Why do I even care?

I have no reason to be so annoyed with Lake. I have no claim to her, and she doesn't owe me anything. Despite this, I glare at her not able to control the annoyance from showing. Her eyes land on me again and she frowns at me, no longer seeming so sweet and innocent.

I need to find a way to get her alone. We need to talk about all of this, about what she saw on my phone, not that it really matters because what she saw is my reality.

I soften my glare, watching her watch me. I see the realization in her eyes as her eyebrows slowly unfurrow. She must be feeling the same way because I know what she is thinking by the expression on her pretty face, silently we conversate "we need to talk."

I nod at her, and she nods back slightly, agreeing to talk to me, I think, but not right now. I can't speak to her while she is with Reid.

Unwillingly, I tear my eyes off her desperately seeking out anything to distract me from her, something in this place has to be more intriguing than Lake, surely.

I turn my back to Lake and the rest of my friends choosing the bar and alcohol as my distraction, it's really the only safe option I see in my sights for now.

For once I am glad Brodie isn't with me. Last I checked she was off dancing with her friends and distracted from me, and this time I'm thankful for her own distractions.

The last thing I need is Brodie strutting over here making every girl in our area feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious. She might hate the idea of groupies, but she lives for the attention that comes along with dating one of the guys in the band.

Sometimes I think that's the only reason she is still with me.

Brodie knows she's attractive and she uses it as a lethal weapon against every and any girl that might threaten her territory, attacking them with her perfect smile, and fake friendly persona.

Just thinking about Brodie has me agitated. I don't know what's going on lately, something feels off, and I can't figure it out. The fact I know Lake ran off on me like that because she saw the background on my phone, it sucks.

Meeting Lake was the best part of my birthday; the only genuine interaction I think I had that entire night, and she didn't even know who I was or that it was my birthday.

Twisting my empty beer bottle in my hands, I wave a hand in the air catching Cash's eye, he grabs my usual and strolls over to me. Drowning my confusing thoughts and annoyance in beer seems like a perfectly good idea.

"Who's that with Reid?" Cash asks, nodding his head in my friend's direction as he hands me my much-needed drink, leaning over the bar to have a hushed conversation.

Groaning I run my hand roughly over my face hoping my hand can wipe my mind clear from all things Lake and Brodie.

"Just some girl, nothing serious," I shrug, brushing off the possibility of Reid ever being serious about a girl, especially Lake.

Lake isn't the girl for him; she can't be.

I thought she was different and didn't care about popularity or image, could I have been so wrong about her?

Cash leans in closer his arms crossed in front of him on the bar. I watch him intently confused about the space between us closing in.

"I don't know man, he seems pretty smitten," his voice so low I can barely hear him, not that I want to listen to what he has to say about it. He doesn't know Lake, but he does know Reid and how he treats women.

"She's nothing," I snap, and Cash pulls back startled by my outburst. I'm so over this conversation and completely done with this night.

I stand up from the barstool so abruptly I knock into the guy to my left accidentally sending some of my beer flying over his arm leaning on the bar.

I don't bother looking in his direction or apologizing, my anger levels are rising at a rapid rate, and I need to get out of here before I explode, and some poor innocent person is the target of my rage.

But, of course, the guy doesn't let it go that easily.

"Watch yourself, fucking idiot," the guy grunts and I stop, my body going stiff. My fists clenching around my beer bottle so hard I think it's about to burst sending shattered glass flying across the room.

I turn my head to glare at this asshole, what the fuck is his problem.

"Shut the fuck up," I growl, not meeting his eyes, slamming my beer back to the bar behind me, ready for whatever this guy wants to throw at me.

He snickers at me, crossing his arms over his chest, turning his entire body to face me, I turn to face him now my eyes burning with hate.

I'm not an idiot, I have eyes, and I can see this guy is way too big for me, but apparently, my brain doesn't care right now. My brain has a mind of his own, and currently, he wants to fight.

Unfortunately for me, this guy is my first target for my built-up anger.

I move closer, matching his stance, not caring how this goes.

Either way, I'll get to pound into something. Releasing all these irritated feelings into some random guys face with my fist wasn't my first choice, but I'll take it.

"Alright, break it up," Cash moves between in front of me, blocking us from pummeling each other. I glower at Cash, fuck him for trying to ruin this for me.

I don't give a fuck if it's his bar, I need to get this anger out somehow, and I don't want it to be directed at Cash, but at this point, I have no control over my emotions.

"Cash, back off," I grumble, praying he listens, but of course I know he won't comply.

A rough hand grabs onto my arm from behind. My immediate reaction to twist, slamming my fist into the face connected to the body that is clutching my arm.

"What the fuck, Grey!" Reid pulls back, holding onto his face where my fist just connected.

My anger subsided instantly, recognizing what I've just done.

Reid stand's there staring at me in amazement, anger, and maybe slightly impressed? The strange smirk on his face is confusing me, but I stand there ready to defend myself if he goes to take a shot back at me.

Reid stand's there staring at me in amazement, anger, and maybe slightly impressed? The strange smirk on his face is confusing me, but I stand there ready to defend myself if he goes to take a shot back at me

Reid starts cackling like a super villain with dire plans for the world and humankind, or maybe just for me.

"Shit, Reid man I'm sorry," I groan, feeling guilty even if he is the reason for my mood. My brain still recognizes that he is my best friend and I just hit him, not lightly either by the dark bruise already forming on his face.

I grimace, feeling like a piece of shit for hitting him, he didn't deserve that.

It isn't his fault, my feelings and mind are all fucked up and confused right now; surely there was no way Reid knew I met Lake at our party.

He wouldn't bring her here with plans to taunt me; there would be no reason for him to do that.

I need to stop overthinking everything and figure out what's going on inside my head.

Reid is single and Lake is single there's no reason why they wouldn't hang out. Hell, he probably met her at the party too and impressed her with his annoying charm.

I frantically look around searching for Lake, but she's nowhere to be found. I turn back to face the guy I was about to fight and lose, but he was also gone.

Did I imagine that entire situation? Lake being here and some big guy about to fight me?

Fuck, I am officially losing my mind.

Reid clicks his fingers in my face, and I look back to him, "dude, what's going on?" he asks, his evil cackling missing, replaced by a sullen look as he watches me, concern for me after what I just did to him.

"Nothing man, just a weird night." I shrug hoping he drops the subject, and he does.

Reid is a dickhead, but he knows when I don't want to discuss particular situations, tonight being the perfect example.