Tangled Love

CHAPTER 115

"That's my Friday night ruined," I grumble to myself. I grab my phone and scroll through my contacts before ringing Trish. The phone rings a couple of times before she answers.

"Hey Trish! Jake's gone AWOL on me again so I need plans, what you got?" I ask her, popping a piece of popcorn in my mouth. I hear her shuffle around on the other side before she finally replies —

"A bunch of kids are going to a new club opening downtown. It's free drinks until eight pm. I can come with you if you want to go?" She says, the excitement in her voice growing.

I look around at the dark room with only Adam Sandler to keep me company. No matter how funny he is, I needed real humans in the flesh.

Oh, what the hell. Let's do this.

I spring up off the couch to head to my room and get ready.

"Pick me up in an hour!" I giggle and Trish squeals down the line, causing me to pull back the phone from my ear and wince at her tone.

"Bye Trish!" I shout down the phone before ending the call. I grin, shaking my head to myself before heading up the stairs. I shuffle along the landing, walking past Tobias' room. His door is opened and he's sprawled across his bed, throwing a football in the air before catching it. His face is the definition of boredom. I walk past his room and then stop, retreating a little until I'm stood in his doorway. I bite the corner of my lip before speaking —

"Hey T, there's a new club opening downtown, you down? Me and Trish are going." I ask, giving him a small smile. He catches the football before tossing it to the other side of his room, sitting up and leaning against his headboard.

"What time? I've got nothing better to do so yeah, I'll come," he responds, combing through his hair with his hand.

"Ivory's out with her friends so I'm guessing she's not coming, right?" He adds and I nod, giving him a small smile.

"Be ready in an hour." I beam and he nods at me, pushing himself off his bed to get dressed.

I shiver and wrap my leather jacket around me tighter. Winter is heading our way quickly and the temperatures have started to drop more and more, small specks of frost littering the streets.

"Hey, are you cold?" Tobias asks, turning towards me. I nod, gripping my teeth tightly which have started chattering loudly.

"It's my own fault, I'm not exactly dressed for the cold, am I?" I laugh quietly, scanning my outfit. I decided on a black low cut blouse that laced up around the chest area. It's sexy, simple and shows enough cleavage without the risk of my boobs falling out throughout the night. I regret wearing my bodycon skirt however, the fabric barely keeping me warm. My bare legs are covered in goosebumps and my black heels didn't exactly help with keeping my feet warm. I didn't realise just how cold it was unless I'm stood outside, shivering in my heels.

Tobias is wearing a black shirt with dark jeans and a distressed denim jacket over the top. His hair is a mess, falling over his eyes however it suits his whole casual, laid back look.

"Do you want my jacket?" He asks, glancing at his watch for the millionth time.

"No thanks T, god knows where Trish has gotten to." I grumble, wrapping my arms around my chest. She promised she wouldn't be late but half an hour later and still no sign of her blonde hair. I roll my eyes and pull my phone out of the black clutch bag I'm taking with me.

I'm just about to ring her when her car turns the street corner, hurtling towards us. She screeches to a halt and I stand back, my eyebrows raised at her dangerous driving. Her window roll down and she widens her eyes at both of us stood there shivering, almost dying of hypothermia.

"Guys, I am so sorry I'm late!" She apologises and I grumble a response, opening her car door and taking a seat in the back. I sigh in relief from the warmth in her car and rub my hands together, blowing warm air into them.

Tobias walks around and opens the door before settling in beside me. He raises his brow at the rubbish littering Trish's car floor and I give him an apologetic look.

"Sorry," I mouth, grimacing at all the open food packages she had littering the floor and seats. The entire car is a health hazard. Tobias chuckles quietly under his breath and I grin back at him —

"Let's party! I'm so ready to get wasted," Trish squeals, speeding off down the road. I grip onto the seat in front of me and turn my head towards Tobias, my eyes dramatically widening in fear.

"If we don't die first. . . " I whisper an he holds back a laugh, pulling his seatbelt over before motioning for me to do the same.

I guess in Trish's words . . . let’s go party!