Tangled Love

CHAPTER 117

My conscience reminds me exactly of what I did and I bit back a laugh at the irony.

"God, is this what's it's like to be drunk?" I groan as I try to make my way back to the club doors, my feet heading in completely different directions. I stumble on my heel and wobble a little, my hand shooting out to steady myself. Nothing is in reaching distance and I shut my eyes tightly, feeling myself tumble forward onto the floor.

I wait for the moment my body would smash into the cold slab floors but it never happens. Warm hands suddenly circle around my waist from behind and tug me upwards, causing my eyes to snap open. I see myself be pulled back from the ground and sigh in relief.

I turn to thank whoever it is that saved me from having a face that resembled mashed potatoes. My eyes fall on Tobias.

"Tobias to the rescue," I giggle at him and he shakes his head at me, his arms never leaving my waist.

"You're drunk," he states, his tone flat and I beam back at him.

"So? I'm having fun!" I respond, slapping his chest that is so close to me.

"Well, I was until I almost fell..." I add, scowling at the floors. I feel Tobias' hands loosen around my waist but he never lets go. I look down at them and frown.

"You can let go, I'm okay now," I reassure him and he nod: slightly before letting go, his hands dropping back to his sides.

"Did Jake leave you tonight?" Tobias asks me quietly and I feel my mood drop immediately, sadness filling my eyes. I lean against the brick wall and wrap my arms around my shivering body. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"Yeah."

"He's an idiot." Tobias says pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

"Don't call him an idiot," I respond quickly and Tobias shrugs —

"I call it how it is" he states and I raise my brow at him, watching as he takes a deep drag from his cigarette.

"So, how is it then?" I ask intrigued at what he thought about the whole situation between Jake and I. He's silent for a few minutes as he thinks intently about my question. Moments pass and he still hasn't replied —

"Well?" I ask impatiently and he smirks at me.

"You won't like the answer," he blows out smoke and turn towards me, his hair falling over his eyes.

"Tell me," I say firmly, keeping my gaze trained on him. He sighs deeply before standing up straighter and chucking his cigarette away.

"Jake needs to make a decision. You or the gang. . . He can't have both." He states and I feel my chest tighten at his words.

"He can't leave the gang," I say quietly and Tobias' eyes snap towards me, looking deeply into my own. He searches my eyes and finally nods, agreeing with me —

"Exactly," he mutters before turning around and walking away.