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17 | FLAWED WITH BENEFITS

•flawed with benefits•

One week later, Violet sat in her apartment lying on her stomach across her sofa as Dallas sat on the opposite sofa scrolling through her phone.

"Hey, so are we going to this party or not? because I need to plan an outfit and so do you," She questions without even looking up from her phone. Violet assumed she was probably already looking at outfits or just texting Willa as always.

"It's their three year anniversary, we should probably go," Violet groans, rolling onto her side into the red sofa cushions. "Unless you don't want to because of... you know who."

"I can't avoid him forever," Dallas says dismissively. "Besides, you know how fun it is to party with JJ! I've heard too many stories not to go and witness it myself."

"There are too many stories to count." Violet laughs, caught in the memory all of a sudden. It was a rush to relive them.

"Do you think Cal will bring Elora?" Dallas questions, looking up from her phone now to gage the reaction. She saw the slight worry cross Violet's expression before she shook her head slightly.

"Who cares? There's plenty of fish in the sea, right?" She tries too hard to act like she wasn't saddened by the prospect that Elora was taking the place she never claimed.

"Right." Dallas' eyes narrow slightly as she tries to understand exactly what was going through Violets head, but even after knowing her for years the task was never one easily done. Over the years Dallas thought she'd gotten more of a handle on it, but looking at her now she had no idea what her best friend was thinking. "Well, it starts in a few hours so I'll come back and pick you up, ok?"

"Alright, thanks."

-

"Finally," Dallas grumbles as Violet opens the door of her car and slides into the passenger seat.

"What? This doesn't happen like magic," She says, gesturing to herself wrapped up in a deep green dress, coming halfway down her thigh.

"You had four hours," Dallas says as she drives off, pulling onto the road.

"Don't act like you weren't getting ready for most of that." Violet points her finger at her jokingly.

"Whatever, you took the longest." Dallas rolls her eyes. That was a habit Violet didn't miss.

Violet looks out of the window at the people walking down the streets. There weren't many people out since it was a little late. The only ones were those going out for meals or to bars. For a brief moment,  Violet wants to be one of them. They weren't worrying about what she was worrying about. They were just worried about whether they were having lasagne or chicken.

She wondered what it would be like to go out for a meal with Cal. The only time they'd ever gone out like that was as a big group, nothing personal, and she'd never known she'd wanted it to be just the two of them so badly.

And the want for that only became stronger in the midst of the party after Dallas managed to slip from her grasp and disappear into the crowd. Violet, after congratulating the boys, stood making herself a drink as she thought about everything, mostly about Cal.

A hand slipping across her lower back makes her jump, almost dropping her drink, but when she looks up to see Cal she involuntarily smiles. Trying to keep the butterflies calm, she takes a sip of the drink and has to refrain from recoiling at the amount of vodka she'd made the mistake of mixing in.

"Strong drink?" Cal asks with a laugh as he leans past her for a beer.

"You could say that," Violet manages after swallowing the burning liquid. It trickled down her throat painfully slowly. Like lava down her insides, running into her gut. Not only was she aware of the burning in her throat, she was also more than aware of Cal's hand on her bare back, revealed by the open-back of her dress, and it was cold against her skin. She would have curled into the touch if she weren't so sober. "So," She begins, forcing herself to take another quick sip of her drink. "How was your date with Elora afterwards?"

"I mean," Cal begins, clearly already slightly tipsy. Violet rolls her eyes at him, but he doesn't notice. "It was alright."

"Just alright?" Violet inhales. The butterflies in her stomach were hard to tame when he looked at her like that. "Nothing special then?"

"Well, she's not you," Cal tells her, his words beginning to slur. He was more drunk than she thought he was. "You're one of a kind, Violet Griffin."

"I know."

And the butterflies were going wild.

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