Beth:Now he asks me….dunno. Movies?
Me:Cliché.
Beth:Dinner?
Me:Boring.
Beth:Doubles bungee jumping?
Me: Would you do that??????
Beth:No! Well, that’s it. You don’t like my ideas and I’m certain not to like yours. Guess we can’t date.
Me:You’re right. We should probably just stick to fucking. Can you say fucking yet?
Beth:Yes. Watch. Fuck you, you fucking asshole. Simple dimple.
Me:Are you going to dream about me tonight?
Beth:No!
Me:Then I’ll have to do it for the both of us. And since we’ll be in my head I’ll be sure to make it extra dirty.
Beth:Don’t do anything seriously kinky with me in your dirty dreams, Fitz!
Beth:Fitz.
Beth:Fitzzz!!!!!
I smiled and deliberately didn’t answer. Let her wonder what filthy things I could imagine. She was probably blushing now. Tucked away safely in her girly bed.
It made me hard just thinking about it, but I refrained from giving myself any relief. I wanted the ache. The suffering. The teasing. It was going to make finally conquering Beth Bennet that much sweeter.
I was about to plug in my phone on the charger on my nightstand when I got another text. This time from a number, whose name didn’t register on my phone.
Unknown:I have information. Meet me Monday after school behind the bleachers.
I was tempted to ask if this was Locke. Something this cryptic sounded like him, but if I was wrong, I didn’t want to scare the person off by asking too many questions. If it was Locke, then the arranged meeting was perfect timing.
He’d supplied Wick with the bogus Ecstasy, and I wanted to know why.
The game was afoot.
15
Beth
Itossed the phone to the edge of the bed and huffed. He was driving me crazy. First being nice to me. Then sticking up for me. Now he was flirting with me. And kissing me.
The kissing had been unlike any other kiss I’d ever had.
It felt…serious.
Usually, I was so in my head when I kissed a boy. Was I doing it right? Was my tongue in the best position? Was I going to sneeze and shoot boogers out of my nose into his mouth?
Kissing Fitz, there had been no room for thoughts. All I could think about was more and more and more and more and more.
For the first time in my seventeen years, I suddenly understood whatwantwas.
