After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
I take a step toward Jace.
“Hey, it was just a joke, man—” he starts to say.
If I’m not mistaken, a smirk plays on Zed’s lips as my fist connects with Jace’s jaw.
I feel nothing on my knuckles from the repeated blows to Jace’s face; my anger overpowers everything as I climb on top of him to continue my assault. Images of him touching Tessa, kissing her, undressing her flash through my mind, making me hit him harder. The blood on his face only pushes me on, making me want to hurt him as much as I possibly can.
Jace’s black-framed glasses lie broken and shattered next to his bloody face as strong hands pull me off him.
“Come on, man! You’re going to kill him if you don’t stop!” Logan yells in my face, snapping me back to reality somewhat.
“If any of you have anything to fucking say to me, say it now!” I yell to the group I had once considered friends, or the closest things I had to such.
Everyone stays silent, even Molly.
“I mean it! If anyone says another fucking word about her, I won’t hesitate to take each and every one of you motherfuckers down!” I take one last look at Jace, who is struggling to get up off the floor, and walk out of Zed’s apartment into the cold night.
These taste so good!” I practically yell at Kimberly as I suck down the remainder of my fruity drink. I greedily shift the straw around the ice to try to get as much as I can out of the glass.
She beams. “Want another?” Her eyes are a little red, but she’s still composed, whereas I feel funny and light.
Drunk. That’s the word I’m looking for.
I nod eagerly and find myself tapping my fingertips on my knees to the beat of the music.
“Are you feeling okay?” Trevor laughs when he notices.
“Yeah, I feel really good actually!” I yell over the music.
“We should dance!” Kimberly says.
“I don’t dance! Well, by don’t I mean can’t, not to this type of music anyway!” I’ve never danced the way the people inside the club are dancing, and usually I would be terrified of joining them. But then the alcohol buzzing in my veins gives me courage like never before. “Fudge it—let’s dance!” I exclaim.
Kimberly smiles, then turns and gives Christian a kiss on the lips, lingering longer than normal. Then in a flash she stands up and hauls me off of the couch, pulling me out toward the crowded dance floor. As we pass a railing, I look down and see the two stories below us filled with people dancing. Everyone looks so lost in their own world it’s intimidating and intriguing at the same time.
Of course, Kimberly moves expertly, so I close my eyes and just try to let the music take control of my body. I feel awkward, but I just want to fit in with her; I have nothing else.