Clark's POV
"No alcohol or drugs for Clark!" Reece shouted over the loud music and I scowled at him.
"Then tell me, why the f**k you dragged me to a party?" I hissed and he shrugged, as he ran a hand through his messy hair. He looked hot and he knew he looked hot and it was annoying me.
"Because, I need a lay," he deadpanned.
"But what about —"
"—Noah? Yeah, that's not happening."
"Why won't you tell me why you're avoiding Noah?" I asked him and he glared at me.
"Will you tell me how the f**k you're linked to the Lion boy," he snapped at me and I blinked a couple times. "That's what I thought. No f*****g drugs or alcohol, Clark. You're not going to relapse again. I won't let you."
He walked away and I glared at his retreating figure and sat on the floor in the corner of the living
