“You know who I’m happy for?” A devious smile comes to my lips and I pin it there. “Me. I happen to have a hot date in exactly six hours with the captain of the football team, and I’ve appointed myself his new personal masseuse. First, he takes all hisclothesoff—”
“All of them?” Twat Wad bobs her blonde head in disbelief, her voice reaching an all-newcrescendo.
“Every last stitch.” My lips expand in Justin’s direction. Honest to God, I never thought I’d smile at him again, and here I am grinning like a loon. “Then I get the oil, which I’ve preheated to a toasty one hundred degrees, and we go at it. That man’s chest might as well be made of sculpted marble. Of course, my hands aren’t nearly enough to cover that rock-solid ground. I think tonight I’ll take off all my clothes and get my entire bodyintoit.”
Twat Wad drops her pouty little lips open, and Justin growls out somethingunintelligible.
“Have I mentioned he’s the head of the football team?” Honestly, I don’t know squat about football. Is there a head? A tail? I swear for the life of me, I can’t remember the name of the position Knox said he played. A linttracker?
Justin’s eyes fill in with an inhuman amount of rage, and the hand holding his coffee begins to shake uncontrollably. The lid pops off his drink as he squeezes the shit out of it, and a boiling black waterfall douses both his jeans and that of the village idiot still holding onto him for dear life. Although, let’s face it, they’re both gunning for thattitle.
“Shit!” He jumps back and makes a beeline for therestroom.
“Look what you’ve done!” Tiny Twat rages in my direction and both Trixie and I exchange a quickglance.
“As much as I’d love to have telekinetic powers, I’m afraid your new beau is responsible for your dry-cleaningbill.”
“You did this!” She shakes a slender finger at me and I can’t help but note her fingernails are chewed to the nubs much like Justin’s. I guess they do have something in common after all. “You filled his head with all those lies! Knox isn’t going to let you touch him. He’s still mourning after me. I’m the girl who stole his heart. He told me so himself. And as much as Justin and I have going, Knox is mine. Stay away from him,” she pants hard while looking over to Trixie. “If you love your brother, you will make sure he steers clear of this one. She’s nothing but trouble and you and I both know it.” She takes off for the restroomherself.
“Good riddance!” I shout out after her, and a few of my sorority sisters seated at the next table give a light applause—so, of course, I take a mock bow before smearing a shit-eating grin in Trixie’sdirection.
“Let me guess”—I give a subtle wink—“I’ve impressed the hell outofyou.”
“Not really.” The smile drops from her face and she glares over at me as if I just ate her lunch. “As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted by that SemenDemon—”
“Good one!” I’m liking Trixie more and more by theminute.
“As I was saying”—her jaw redefines itself—“you’d better watch your back.” Her eyes slit to nothing as she leans in hard. “Because if you screw with my brother, it’s me you’re going to have a problem with. I’m watching you.” She bolts out the door before I can reply. Probably a good thing since my jaw has rooted to thetable.
What the hellwasthat?
And here I thought she liked me. It looks as if the She Toberman is equally as obnoxiousasKnox.
Figures.
* * *
IgetKnox’s number from Lawson, because even though technically he’s Knox’s stepbrother, Lawson is my Greek big bro, which I’d like to think gives me more familial leveragewithhim.
Where do you live so I can properlystalkyou?
I figured if I asked Lawson for Knox’s address it would have been genuinely weird of me to just show up at his door. This way at least he knows I’mcoming.
It takes a minute, but my phone lights up as Knox surrenders hisaddress.
Your sister wouldn’t happen to be there,wouldshe?
No use in pretending we’re friends. Sure, what she did was the obligatory sisterly thing to do—hell, if Henry was ever in the same position, I’d threaten bodily assault by way of wielding a bat, but still. I’m not up for any more of her sisterlyshenanigans.
No. Shouldshebe?
I laugh a moment.Only if you need backup,sweetheart.
He texts right back.I think I cantakeyou.
A line of heat bisects my stomach at the thought of Knox taking me in any physical capacity and Sylvia hums in approval. Down, girl. But that kiss. My mind swims with future possibilities as Sylvia guns for a kiss of her own. Maybe I do need another one—just to be sure that whole best kiss ever thing was sort of a one-off. There’s no way he’s that good a kisser. Emotions were high that night. If my dog had licked me, I would have thought it was the best kiss ever. I’ll have to try to get Knox to demonstrate for me at some point in time, but when? Who knows when we’ll be in the presence of the jackass brigade again. Although with me around, the chances seem high. I can’t seem to shake themthesedays.
I head over past The Row, past another two blocks until I come upon a ritzy neighborhood where the houses are bigger and the cars in the driveway cost as much as one year at Whitney Briggs. My parents are both alumni, so I’ve been primed to be a Mustang all my life. Most of the kids at Briggs have parents who are rolling in it, but I know for a fact both Ava and Lucky are there on scholarship. And seeing that this ritzy neighborhood is so close to WB, it doesn’t surprise me that the Range Rover quota just shot up a hundred percent. Hey? Maybe Laney and Ryder would be interested in this area? Just glancing up the street, I see at least twoFor Salesigns. Ha. I’ve just done my research for the weekend. Come Monday, I’ll have something spectacular toshowthem.
