Filed to story: Once Upon a One Night Mistake Book PDF Free by Simone Shirazi
She glanced at him as if he were crazy. Then again, he probably was. “Because we skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the sex, remember?”
He shook his head and turned his back to her, bringing his hands up to tug on his hair. “This is so fucked up.”
Taliana snorted humorlessly. “You’re telling me.”
He spun back to face her, disbelief etched on his features. “I can’t believe I slept with-with? you!”
“I could say the same!”
It was his turn to groan. “This is horrible.” He glanced at her in disgust before turning away again, looking as if he wanted to bash his head against the nearest wall.
“Look,” Taliana said firmly, wanting to get this confrontation over with so she could go home and douse herself in bleach. “Let’s forget this ever happened. We never have to see or speak to each other again. I won’t come to anymore of your parties, and I’ll avoid you at school. Will that work?”
Sebastian glanced back at her, seeming to consider her offer. “I think it will.”
Taliana blew out a sigh and began moving toward the door, happy they’d settled on something so quickly. “It better.”
By the time he spoke again, she already had the door open and was about to step out.
“Just because I’ve fucked you,” he began, “doesn’t mean I forgive you for trying to kill me.”
His words hit Taliana like a sharp slap, and she spun back around to face him. “I wasn’t trying to kill you!” she exclaimed, her hands immediately going to her hips. “I was just defending myself, seeing as you had the nerve to punch me!”
“Well, you pushed me!” he countered.
“You’re the one who made the bad call!”
“So? You still broke my arm in three places!”
“You deserved it, you whiny little brat!”
“You’re playing with fire, Stick Girl.”
She sneered back at him, not daring to back down. “Bring it on,
Cry Baby .”
He suddenly took a step toward her, and a surprised squeak escaped her lips as she darted out of the room. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t exactly ready for him to bring it on, but she figured it was in her best interest to get the fuck out of there.
Taliana ran full speed through the hallway and stumbled down the stairs, risking a glance over her shoulder only to see him right behind her. Obscenities poured from her lips as she pushed through the crowd in the foyer to get to Jude, who was still standing near the front door. Thank god for small favors.
Taliana grabbed his arm as soon as she reached him and began yanking him toward the exit. “Time to go!”
Jude resisted and frowned at her. “We just got here!”
“Jude,” she hissed, her eyes wide in terror. “If we don’t leave now, your cousin is going to rip my throat out. Personally, I like my throat, so? let’s go .”
His brow furrowed in confusion, but when he glanced over Taliana’s shoulder and saw a livid Sebastian, he instantly understood her anxiousness. “Uh oh.”
“Exactly!” she shrieked, tugging on his arm again. “Let’s go!”
Taliana didn’t have to tell him again.
Exes and Oh No’s
Anger wasn’t a foreign emotion to Sebastian. He’d been close friends with the feeling since the age of two when he first realized that he didn’t need a good reason to throw a temper tantrum. But over the years, the simple temper tantrums had morphed into something closer to rages that often left him wondering what it would be like to simply punch the next person who crossed him.
He toyed with the idea of doing just that as he watched Jude and Taliana scramble into Jude’s car, but it all came to a halt when a hand clamped down on his shoulder. Without thinking, he moved to push away whoever had the nerve to touch him, but was stopped when his wrist was caught between familiar fingers.
Michael didn’t flinch when Sebastian’s stormy gaze landed on him, though it was easy to see he was wary of what was going to happen next. Marcus stood behind Michael wearing a quizzical expression, Jacob by his side. Apparently all three had just witnessed his latest blowup thanks to a stick-thin girl and a certain cousin of his. He was sure plenty of others had seen it as well.
“What’s going on?” Michael asked, an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice.
Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. Instead, he shook his head and strode back toward the house, waving a hand over his shoulder as a signal for the others to follow. As he reentered, previously loud conversations dropped to whispers, and wide eyes followed as he went up the stairs. By the time he made it to his room, his anger had been replaced by a mix of exhaustion and disbelief.
A few seconds after he collapsed on his bed, the three other boys slipped into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
“Seriously, what’s going on?” Michael questioned, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Sebastian gritted his teeth and sat up as a surge of anger came rushing back. “Taliana Avilla.”
Michael simply raised an eyebrow, his expression failing to betray his thoughts. “What about her?” he replied after a few beats, obviously not having put two and two together yet.
“Did you not see me run her out of the house a minute ago with Jude in tow?”
Jacob’s head snapped up abruptly. “Wait, that was
Stick Girl?”
“I would have never guessed,” Marcus said, running a hand through his already disheveled mop of curls. “I mean…wow.”
“There is no way that girl was Taliana.” Michael shook his head. “Absolutely? no way. She was too good-looking to be Stick Girl.”
“See!” Sebastian groaned, throwing his hands up for emphasis. “If you all didn’t recognize her, how the hell was I supposed to?”
Jacob’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”