“Because Navy has been salivating over Remi for months. She’s just been looking for an opportunity. Seems like tonight’s the night. Your servant might find a new mistress. One who actually treats him well.”
Gift tried to picture Navy but failed. There were so many people at the school, and Gift rarely socialized outside his pod. Park wouldn’t allow it.
Still, Gift saw an opportunity to annoy Drake. “Do you thinkshe’strying to punch Remi’s v-card?”
Drake scoffed. “Remi’s card has been thoroughly punched,” he assured them, tone droll.
“You’re gross,” Dove said.
“Also, you’re lying,” Morgan added, tone knowing. “He might not be a virgin, but you definitely haven’t fucked him.”
Drake raised a brow. “Why do you say that?”
Morgan shrugged, tone smug. “Because he’s still following you around like an adoring fan. Once he sees who you really are, he’ll run screaming in the opposite direction.”
“Who I really am?” Drake muttered, irritation creeping into his tone.
“Mm,” Dove said.
“And who am I, really?” Drake asked, trying and failing to sound uninterested.
“A narcissistic fuckboy who uses people…to his own detriment,” she told him, not even looking up from Morgan’s hair. “You’ll bail once you’ve gotten your dick wet. Your type always does.”
“But at least when it happens, they’ll take Remi away from you,” Morgan said.
Gift didn’t miss the almost startled look Drake gave the girl before that mask of indifference returned. “Nobody’s taking anything away from me. They can have him when I’m done with him.”
Morgan snickered. “Sure.”
Drake returned his gaze back to his phone, muttering, “What kind of dumbass name is Navy, anyway?”
Gift turned onto his back, playing with Payton’s fingers now splayed across his stomach. “Do you think I’m misreading things?”
“What do you mean, baby?” Payton asked in that tone he saved just for Gift.
“Am I…taking away his bodily autonomy? That’s how you say it, right? Am I…harassing him?”
Payton studied him for a long moment. “Are you being serious right now?”
Gift nodded. “Maybe he’s not really into me. Maybe he’s just doing this because I told him if he didn’t, I’d do it with you.”
“If he wasn’t into you, why would he care if you did it with Payton?” Dove asked, securing Morgan’s hair with a huge pink scrunchie.
“Because he’s my mother’s best friend and thinks he’s under some kind of obligation to protect me?” Gift said, heart sinking.
More and more, that seemed like a real possibility. Maybe Gift really had misread the whole situation. Or maybe he hadn’t even tried. Maybe he was the selfish one, only thinking about what he wanted and not Park.
Dove sat her plump ass on the bed beside Gift, forcing him to scoot over so she could lie on the tiny bed, squishing him between the two of them. “Sweetie, he’s a school admin. He could send you home. Expel you. Expel Payton.”
“Meaning?” Gift asked.
“Meaning…” Dove drew the word out. “I don’t think your mom would be grateful that Park’s solution to keeping you from fucking Payton was to fuck you instead. In fact, I’m pretty sure she would think you losing your virginity to her best friend was far worse than you losing your virginity to pretty much anyone else on the planet. Hell, even Drake.”
Drake gave her the finger, not even looking up from his phone.
Morgan rose and crossed the short distance to the bed, then fell on top of the three of them, causing them all to groan. “This is nice,” she said, voice dreamy. “Like a heating pad.”
“You are heavier than you look,” Payton lamented.
