After (The After Series)

beer, wasn’t I?
At my feet is my cup, the beer spilled across the carpet. I take a step away
from it; I normally would clean it up and apologize, but right now I would rather
just pretend it wasn’t mine. It’s so crowded in here, nobody will know.
I have two options: I can run out of here in tears and let Hardin know he got

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the best of me, or I can put on a brave face and act like I don’t care about him
and the way he is still holding Molly on his lap.
I decide to go with option two.
“Yes, please. I’d love a drink,” I say, my voice strained.

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chapter fifty-nine
I
follow Zed to the kitchen, mentally psyching myself up so I can get through
this party. I wanted to go over and curse Hardin out, tell him to never speak to
me again, slap him and rip Molly’s pink hair out of her head. However, he would
probably just smirk the whole time, so instead I decide to gulp down the entire
cherry vodka sour that Zed makes me and ask for another. Hardin has ruined too
many of my nights, and I refuse to be that girl.
Zed makes me another sour, but when I hold my cup out again a couple of
minutes later, he laughs and holds up his hands. “Whoa, slow down, killer. You
already drank two!”
“It just tastes really good.” I laugh and lick the remaining cherry flavor off my
lips.
“Well, let’s just take it slow on this one, yeah?”
When I agree, he mixes me up another one and then says, “I think we are
about to play another round of Truth or Dare.”
What is with these guys and their annoying games of Truth or Dare? I thought
people stopped playing those ridiculous games when they were in high school.
The pain in my chest returns as my mind goes over all the things Hardin and
Molly may have already been dared to do tonight.
“What did I miss during the last round?” I ask him with the best flirty smile I
can manage. I probably look insane, but he smiles back, so it seems to work.
“Just some drunk people sucking face, the usual.” He shrugs. The lump in my
throat rises but I swallow it back down with my drink. I give a fake laugh and

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continue to drink out of my cup as we make our way back to the others. Zed
takes a seat on the floor diagonally from Hardin and Molly’s spot on the couch,
and I sit down next to him, closer than I usually would, but that’s the point. Part
of me had assumed Hardin would have gotten Molly off his lap by now, but he
hasn’t. So I lean in a little closer yet to Zed.
Hardin’s eyes draw to slits, but I ignore him. Molly is still perched on his lap
like the whore she is, and Steph gives me a sympathetic smile and glances
toward Hardin. The vodka is beginning to take its effect as Nate’s turn comes
around.
“Truth or dare?” Steph asks.
“Truth,” he answers, and she rolls her eyes.
“Pussy.” Her colorful language never ceases to surprise me. “Okay . . . Is it
true that you pissed in Tristan’s closet last weekend?” she asks and they all start
laughing except me. I have no clue what they are talking about.
“No! I already told you guys that wasn’t me!” he groans, making everyone
laugh harder. Zed looks over and winks at me in the middle of the uproar.
I hadn’t really noticed before, but, Geez, he is hot. Really hot.
“Tessa, you playing?” Steph asks and I nod. I look up at Hardin, who is
staring at me. I smile at him, then look back at Zed. The frown on Hardin’s face
takes a little pressure off my chest. He should feel as terrible as I do.
“Okay, truth or dare?” Molly asks.
Of course she would be the one to ask me.
“Dare,” I bravely say. God knows what she will have me do.
“I dare you to kiss Zed.” A few gasps and chuckles are heard.
“We already know how she feels about kissing people; pick something else,”
Hardin says through his teeth.
“Actually, it’s fine.” He wants to play, we can play.
“I don’t think—” Hardin starts to say.
“Shut up, Hardin,” Steph says and gives me an encouraging smile.
I can’t believe I agreed to kiss Zed, even if he’s one of the most attractive
people I have ever seen. I have only really kissed Noah and Hardin; I figure
Johnny from elementary school doesn’t count, especially since he tasted like
glue.
“You sure?” Zed asks. He’s trying to act concerned but I can see the
excitement in his perfect features.
“Yeah, I am sure.” I take another drink, forcing myself not to look up at
Hardin, lest I change my mind. Everyone’s eyes are on us as Zed licks his lips
and leans in to kiss me. His lips are cold from his drink and I can taste the
sweetness of the cherry juice on his tongue. His lips are soft, yet hard against

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mine, and his tongue moves expertly with mine. I feel the heat rising in my
stomach, not nearly as hot as with Hardin, but it feels so good that when Zed’s
hands move to my waist, we both move up to our knees—
“Okay . . . damn. She said kiss, not fuck in front of everyone,” Hardin says
and Molly tells him to shut up.
I let my eyes go over to Hardin, and he looks mad, beyond mad. But he
brought this upon himself.
I pull away from Zed and feel my cheeks flush as everyone stares at us. Steph
gives me a thumbs-up, but I look at the ground. Zed looks very pleased and I feel
embarrassed but thrilled with Hardin’s reaction.
“Tessa, your turn to ask Tristan,” Zed says. Tristan chooses dare, so I give him
the least creative dare and have him take a shot.
“Zed, truth or dare?” Tristan asks as he chases his shot.
I down the rest of my drink, and the more I drink, the more numb my
emotions become.
“Dare,” Zed answers, and Steph whispers something in Tristan’s ear that
makes him grin.
“I dare you to take Tessa upstairs for ten minutes,” Tristan says, and I choke
on my breath. This is too much.
“That’s a good one!” Molly says and laughs at my expense.
Zed looks at me as if asking me if I’m okay with it. Without thinking, I stand
up and grab Zed’s hand. He looks as surprised as everyone else, but he stands up,
too.
“This isn’t part of Truth or Dare, this is . . . um . . . well, it’s fucking dumb,”
Hardin says.
“Why does it matter? They are both single and it’s all in good fun, so why do
you care?” Molly asks him.
“I . . . I don’t care. I just think it’s stupid,” Hardin answers and my chest hurts
again. He obviously had no plan to tell any of his friends that we are . . .
were . . . whatever we were. He has been using me this entire time, I am just
another girl to him and I was foolish, beyond foolish, to think otherwise.
“Well, good thing it’s none of your business, Hardin,” I snap and pull Zed by
the hand.
“Burn!” “Damn!” I hear a few voices say, and Hardin swears at them as Zed
and I walk away. We find a random bedroom at the top of the stairs and Zed
pulls the door open and turns the light on.
Now that I am away from Hardin, I begin to feel much more nervous being
alone with Zed. No matter how angry I am, I don’t want to mess around with
Zed. Well, I wouldn’t say I don’t want to, but I know I shouldn’t. I’m not that

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type of girl.
“So what do you want to do?” I squeak.
He chuckles a little and leads me to the bed. Oh Lord.
“Let’s just talk, yeah?” he says and I nod and look down at the floor. “Not that
I wouldn’t love to do many other things with you, but you’re intoxicated and I
don’t want to take advantage of you.”
I gasp.
“Surprised?” He beams and I laugh.
“A little,” I admit.
“Why? I’m not a jerk, like Hardin,” he says and I look away again. “You
know, I thought you and Hardin had something going on for a little bit.”
“No . . . we are just . . . well, we were friends, but not anymore.” I don’t want
to admit how stupid I was for believing Hardin’s lies.
“So are you still seeing your boyfriend from high school?” he asks.
Relieved not to be talking about Hardin, I relax and say, “No, we broke up.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. He was a lucky guy,” he says with a sweet smile.
Zed is so charming. I find myself staring into his caramel eyes; his eyelashes
are fuller than mine. “Thanks.”
“Maybe I could take you out sometime? On a proper date? Like, not into a
bedroom at a frat party,” he says, then chuckles nervously.
“Um . . .” I don’t know what to say.
“How about I ask again tomorrow when you’re sober?” He is much nicer than
I thought he would be. Usually guys as attractive as him are jerks . . . like
Hardin.
“Deal.”
He takes my hand again. “All right then! Let’s go back down.”
When we walk back downstairs, Hardin and Molly are still on the couch, but
Hardin now has a drink and Molly has moved so her legs are draped over him
from the side. When Hardin’s eyes dart down to where my hand is intertwined
with Zed’s, I jerk away without thinking, but then grab it again quickly. Hardin
clenches his jaw and I look away into the crowd of partiers.
“How was it?” Molly smirks.
“Fun,” I answer and Zed stays quiet. I will thank him later for not correcting
me.
“It’s Molly’s turn,” Nate announces as we sit back on the floor.
“Truth or dare?” Hardin asks her.
“Dare, of course.”
And Hardin looks right into my eyes and says, “I dare you to kiss me.”
My heart stops, literally. It stops beating; he is a bigger asshole than I ever

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imagined. My ears are swimming and my heart is pounding as Molly shoots a
boastful glance my way before she latches herself to Hardin. All the anger I feel
toward Hardin is washed away and replaced by hurt, all-consuming hurt and the
feel of hot tears on my face. I can’t watch anymore, I just can’t.
Within seconds, I’m on my feet and pushing through the drunk crowd. I hear
Zed and Steph both call after me, but the room feels like it’s spinning and when I
close my eyes all I can see is Molly and Hardin. Knocking into people and not
looking back, I finally reach the door and the fresh air outside fills my lungs and
brings me back to reality.