The worst kind of jealousy is when you’re trying to show off.

April 7, 2012
Buffalo Wild Wings

“Penelope.” I laughed as she laughed with me. “You can’t drink all of that.” She had a four foot kennel of beer in front of her and she raised her eyebrows at me.


“Test me.” She giggled and grabbed a straw, sticking it in the hole on the end. Then she began to drink.


“Here you go, doll.” The waitress came up and handed me one and I looked at Harry. “Don’t get sick now. I wouldn’t want to have to clean up after you.” She then walked away and I looked at Harry again.


“What? Girl’s gotta get drunk, right?” He chuckled and took a drink of his beer. “Besides, you’re cute when you’re drunk.” He muttered and I blushed.


And when I looked back to Penelope, half of the beer in her kennel was gone and she was leaning back. “Woohoo.” She hollered and smiled at me.


“Are you drunk yet?” I asked, laughing a little.


“Hell no.” She’s drunk alright. She leaned back up and continued to drink.


“Wait,” I looked to Harry and so does Penelope. “Whoever finishes first should win something. What do we win?”


“A kiss.” Harry winked and I rolled my eyes.


“A kiss?” Penelope questioned, looking down.


“Yeah.” Brazton nodded his head. “From both of us.”


“Oh really, boy?” Harry laughed a little. “Let’s make this bet a little more interesting. We’ll have three kennel’s, right? And they have one. If Penelope or Anastasia finishes theirs first, they get a kiss from one of us,” He looked at Brazton, making sure he didn’t argue. “Whoever finishes our three first, gets a kiss from our choice.” Penelope looked down and I reached over and patted her hand, making her smile at me.


“Fine then. Waitress.” Brazton called her and ordered three kennels of beer.


And then the bet was on.


“I’m finished.” Penelope muttered, and for her sake, I was drinking mine slow on purpose. I didn’t want her to kiss Harry, but I admit, she needed it just as much as I did. He was treating her like shit, and I feel sorry for her.


Harry looked at her and then looked at me with squinted eyes. When he realized I wasn’t even halfway finished with my kinnel, he clenched his jaw and leaned over and kissed Penelope.


And I think he was kissing her longer on purpose. He even added a little tongue. And by the time he touched her cheek, I turned away. I was jealous- he fulfilled that purpose. But I couldn’t watch any more of that.


“Woah.” Brazton said and I looked over to see Penelope on Harry’s lap.


My mouth dropped and so much anger built up inside of me that I let out a small scream. “You’ll have to excuse me.” I growled and stormed off into the bathroom.


I covered my hot cheeks and my neck with water and I took a deep breath. Why would he be doing that to me? I know he’s doing it on purpose. Alright, Headmaster Styles. Two can play at this game.


I dried the water off of my cheeks and my neck and grabbed the lipstick out of my purse, applying just a little. I put some more mascara on and dabbed some of my perfume on my neck.


I then slowly walked out of the bathroom and looked at our table. Penelope was off of Harry now and she was laughing at Brazton. Harry was waiting for their kennels. Does he honestly think he’s getting a kiss from me?


I sat down beside Brazton and put my hand on his, smiling at him. He was scared to death of me, and I don’t know why. But it was kind of cute.


Then all of a sudden, the waitress came back and two waiters followed behind her carrying Harry’s and Brazton’s kinnels. “Alright baby cakes. Enjoy.” She said before setting the kennels down and walking away.


“Your bet is on. I don’t know what you’re waiting for.” I laughed when Harry and Brazton looked at me at the same time.


Then they began to chug the beer. And in 5 minutes, they both had a kennel down and two to go.


“Pen. Let’s go outside real quick. I need to talk to you.” I motioned for her and she slid out from under the table and walked with me outside.


“So what do you need to talk about?” She asked, smiling.


“How do you feel about that kiss?” I asked and she blushed.


“I thought it was just an excuse to get you jealous.” She muttered and my mouth dropped. “But it was probably the best kiss I’ve had in my life.”


“Well I just want to say that I’m happy for you.” My eye twitched and she laughed.


“Can I tell you something, and you promise not to tell anybody?” She muttered after waiting a few seconds.


“I’m not very happy with the word promise. But you can trust me not to tell anyone.” I smiled and she sighed.


After a moment of silence she took a deep breath and cleared her throat. “When he came back from L.A., he told me to fuck off and leave him alone when I tried to give him a welcome back dinner,” She took a deep breath and stepped closer to me. “I didn’t think that anything would happen whenever I went up to his bedroom. I knocked on his door and he didn’t answer, so I opened the door and he was sitting in a chair, looking out a window with a flask in his hand. He didn’t have a shirt on, and I saw these scars on his back,” She doesn’t know what they’re from… “And I walked up to him and ran my fingers down them. In that moment, we were alone and I thought he was going to do something, in all honesty. But he took a gulp from his flask and threw it, breaking a mirror. I was scared to death of him, and I just stood there. When he looked at me, he had scratches on his face. And I noticed that,” She let out a breath and her eyes met mine. “I see Harry cry… Like a lot. I know that’s bad, but I see him cry a lot. And I noticed, that when he cries about you, he scratches down his cheeks to stop his constant tears.” He cries over me? But, why? “Harry’s not the kind of person you think he is Anastasia. When he gets mad, he tries to kill. Like I’m not even kidding…” She trailed off and I sucked in a breath.


“Did he hurt you?” I finally spoke and she swallowed.


“He had me cornered, and I thought he was going to hit me. But instead he tried to choke me. I didn’t have any control over myself or him, and we were the only ones in the house…” She started to cry and I frowned. “When I pushed him away from me, he started to scratch down his cheeks again. I couldn’t stand to see it, so I tried to reach for him but,” She shook her head and pulled the sleeves of her dress up and showed bruises on her arms. “He gripped me so hard…”


“What did he do to you?” I raised my voice and she swallowed again.


“He took me down to the basement… But then he stopped for some reason, and just stormed back upstairs and left the house completely.” She furrowed her brows. “But he was drunk, and it’s my fault for coming at him like that. I shouldn’t have even touched him. But I am terrified of him, and I know he knows what he did. He’ll yell at me and call me worthless, but then he stops when he thinks he’s going to hit me or something.” She smiled gently and I ran my hand through my hair. “And when he kissed me tonight…”


“I understand.” I smiled and she hugged me. He would have killed Gina that time in the basement if I wasn’t standing there… Right? I didn’t know that Harry was even capable of doing something like this… Especially to Penelope. And… Did he really mean it when he hit me that one time? Was it just as satisfying to him as it was to Gina?


“Ana? Are you okay?” Penelope stared at me and I blinked out of my thoughts.


“Yeah. I’m just…” I shook my head and smiled. “Let’s go back inside.”


When we walked back inside, everyone was surrounding our table repeating ‘chug’. Clearly, they were all on their last kennel.


Penelope and I walked over to our table, and I saw that Harry was angry and trying too hard to finish. I knew they were both completely wasted.


But the problem was, Brazton was bubbly and drunk, and Harry was completely furious and drunk. And that’s a problem.


Then in the heat of the moment, Brazton took his last drink and threw his arms in the air. “What now, bitch?” He hollered to Harry and Harry stood up, knocking over his half full kennel.


“I didn’t know you two could get into competitions so deeply.” I giggled and little and Brazton stood up, walking over to me.


Harry tensed and Brazton wrapped his arm around my waist, making me put my hands on his chest. “Yeah, and now it’s my turn to kiss a pretty lady.”


I looked at Harry and he yanked his fingers roughly through his hair. I didn’t want to kiss Brazton, but he looked so good drunk and in front of me.


I put my hands on his cheeks as he leaned in towards me and I laughed.


Don’t make any dumbass mistakes tonight, Anastasia. I will beat that fucker’s ass.


Brazton’s lips met mine and I let out a shudder. It felt different, and I kind of liked it. But then I remembered, Harry’s angry and drunk.


Brazton’s hands slid up my back- Harry’s angry and drunk.


Brazton slid his tongue into my mouth and I let out an unexpected groan- Harry is furious and drunk.


I tangled my fingers through Brazton’s hair- Harry is… Brazton is extremely gifted at kissing me. My God.


“Alright. That’s enough!” Harry grated and grabbed Brazton by his shirt, pulling him from me.


“Wow.” Was all that Brazton said and he never took his eyes from me.


“I will seriously beat your ass if you don’t shut up.” Harry muttered and Brazton shifted his weight and looked me up and down.


“Wow.” He repeated, but slower.


“I’m leaving.” Harry threw Brazton into Penelope and walked out of the restaurant. Penelope frowned and walked out of the restaurant after him.


Brazton and I walked out of the restaurant after he paid for dinner. I told him he didn’t have to, but he insisted.


When we walked outside, Harry was screaming at Penelope and Brazton quickly walked up to him to make him stop. But then Harry punched Brazton in the nose, and once he hit him, he just wouldn’t stop.


“Harry! Stop!” I yelled and he let out a laugh.


“Why? So you can keep letting him kiss you and touch you?” He hit him one more time and I walked up to him.


“Why does it bother you?!” I yelled and he hit him harder, making me try to pull Harry off of him.


Then all of a sudden, a loud crackle of thunder ripped across the sky, and it began to sprinkle.


“Why the fuck does it bother you that I’m hitting him?! You don’t know him! And you let him kiss you! What the hell Anastasia?!” He hit Brazton one more time and surprisingly, he was still conscious.


I pulled Harry off of Brazton, and clearly without thinking, Harry shoved me as hard as he could and I fell to the ground.


“Harry!” Penelope shrieked and tears filled my eyes.


“Ana…” Harry tried to help me up but I stood up and stepped back from him.


“No. Don’t touch me. I hate you.” I let my tears fall and he dropped his hands. I helped Brazton up, and we both walked down the street and into the night.

Notes

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