What the hell am I about to get myself into?
Chapter eight
Laur
Coffee stains my sweatshirt from breakfast when Blaine and Libby confessed to being together last night. Luckily, I had just taken a sip and my coffee cup was still pressed to my mouth, so no one, aside from my brand new sweatshirt, noticed my subtle spit take.
Shocking doesn’t even begin to describe the news. Truthfully, it always seemed like Libby was interested in Tyler. Just because I’m starting to warm up to Blaine doesn’t mean I want to see the troublemaker of the hockey team sleeping with one of my best friends. But maybe she could keep him in line, and he could keep her from her habit of one night stands too.
One thing is for sure: I might have to tape my mouth shut to keep myself from grilling Libby while we finalize our first round of interviews. Millions of questions swirl in my head: when did it start? How? Was this the first time? Is it just sex? How good was it? It had to have been good . . . Sure I’ve seen glimpses of him naked, but anyone who has ever been within a foot of Mitchell when a girl is around knows how smooth he is. The words will never come out of my mouth around Tyler, but girls flock to him more than they flock to Tyler and that’s saying something. Girls are drawn to him. I guess everyone loves a bad boy.
Stacks of paper, notepads and laptops cover the kitchen table just minutes after we finish eating. The guys already headed off to workout before messing around with Lucas’ old hockey equipment. I’m not sure if Blaine went with them. I haven’t seen him or Libby after they abruptly left breakfast.
I’m sure Tyler is in for a great time with his pale face and bloodshot eyes. He’d clearly shown all the signs of his hangover at breakfast, slumped over with exhaustion.
Not wanting to interrupt Libby and Blaine, I shoot her a text that we need to get moving on solidifying the first-round interviewees or we won’t get any more free time on this trip.
A few minutes later, Libby comes into the living room where Bren and I are sitting. Her eyes have a slight puffiness to them, like she’d been crying. My heart throbs with sorrow not knowing what is going on with her.
“You okay, Lib?” I ask, risking sounding like the mom figure, which is typically Bren’s role to play.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Libby retorts quietly.
“Are you sure? You know you can talk—” I start, but she cuts me off.
“I know, I know. I really am fine.” She sounds more like her chipper self. “I just don’t want to talk about it. If I do, I promise I will come to you or Syd.”
“Can I just ask one thing?” Sydney inquires from the opposite couch where she’s been quietly lurking, earning her a stern look of frustration from Libby.
“Fine,” Libby snaps back.
Looking from left to right to ensure all the boys are truly out of the house, a mischievous grin forms on Syd’s face. “Are the rumors true?”
“What are you talking about?” Libby questions, her voice rising at the end.
“You know . . .” Syd suggestively raises her eyebrows a few times. “Is he really thicker than a fist?”
Thank goodness I’m not drinking coffee right now, I would have spewed it everywhere.
“People really say that?” Bren asks.
Syd nods profusely. “Oh girls say many, many things about many, many parts of Blaine Mitchell.”
Glad I’m not part of that rumor mill. I don’t need to know details about any of the hockey team’s sexual escapades or body parts—only Lucas.’
“Well . . .” Sydney taps her fingers on her coffee mug impatiently waiting for Libby to respond. She clearly is not going to let up. She practically bounces on the couch with anticipation.
A big sigh escapes Libby before she replies, “Biggest I’ve ever seen.” A shy smile paints her face. “Now, no more questions. From any of you.”
Bren’s wide eyes and shocked expression mirrors mine.
“Uhm . . . okay.” My cheeks heat at the conversation. “Let’s get to work then.”
“Yeah, enough about Blaine Mitchell’s dick,” Bren giggles, “and more about the best new girls to help promote it.”
“BRENNA!” My yell gets lost in the laughter that fills the kitchen from Bren and Syd. Even Libby lets out a chuckle at Bren’s ridiculous remark.
“I’ve got some good contenders,” Libby mutters.
