Her nostrils flare and I swear to Christ, flames are going to shoot out of her mouth.
Which might be cool if I weren’t standing directly in the line of fire.
“You didn’t see me?” She huffs out a breath, the silver hoop in her nose catching the light as she gestures to the moving box that’s spilled its contents all over the grass. “Then I guess you didn’t see my giant box, either.”
My teammates cackle like a bunch of fucking hyenas and she mutters something that sounds like “Asshole ballers” as I withdraw the hand she clearly has no intention of taking.
Fine. She wants to lie in the grass, that’s on her.
“Are you okay?” A petite blonde springs into action, kneeling beside the blue-haired demon as she sits up. “You didn’t break anything, did you?” The blonde inspects her elbow, and she lets out a quiet hiss. “You’re bleeding.”
Fuck. I didn’t mean to plow her over. I just got caught up in the game.
“It’s fine. It’s just a scrape.”
The blonde pops to her feet, ponytail bouncing. “I’m getting the first aid kit.”
She bolts before her friend can argue, darting up the sidewalk without a backward glance.
“Well, at least I know where to go if I’m ever in need of First Aid.” It’s a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood, as evidenced by the howling of my roommates.Jackasses. “Ignore them. They’re not laughing at you. They’re laughing at me getting my ass handed to me by a girl half my size.”
“I couldn’t care less what you or your obnoxious friends think.”
Damn. This girl doesn’t pull punches. “I said I was sorry.”
She looks up at me, dark eyes brimming with animosity. “Yeah, well, sorry won’t fix my broken shit, will it?”
No, no it will not. “I’ll pay for whatever’s broken.”
I’ve got a little money saved up from my summer job working construction. Assuming the box wasn’t full of overpriced designer crap, it’ll be okay.
Probably.
“It’s fine,” she says, words steeped in sarcasm.
Yeah-fucking-right.I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but even I can tell it’s anything but fine. I should probably walk away now. Clearly this chick isn’t into apologies, or even common courtesy, but I’m not a complete prick, so I crouch down to help her put her stuff back in the box.
It’s the least I can do after plowing her over.
“Here, let me give you a hand.”
I reach for the first thing I see and she springs forward, eyes wide. Our heads knock together—which hurts like a motherfucker—and she lets out a string of curses. At least, I think they’re curses. The only word I recognize is pendejo, thanks to two grueling years of high school Spanish.
I hold up the hot pink object she was so desperate to grab. It’s silicone and has two rounded prongs like rabbit ears and—Holy shit, it’s a vibrator.
She snatches it from my hand and heat floods my cheeks.
I’m a hot-blooded twenty-one-year-old and I’ve had my share of hookups, but I’ve never handled a woman’s vibrator.
Hell, I’ve never even seen one in real life.
I watch, speechless, as she shoves it in the box.
Could this be more awkward?
Yes, it could. Because my roommates are here to bear witness.
I stare at the girl with the blue hair, forcing myself to meet her icy glare. There’s something familiar about her, though I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe we had a class together? Or—
