“Yup. She’s going to teach me how to swim.”
Angel’s eyes go round, and his jaw drops. “She agreed, and you’re actually going to do this? Are you doing this because youwant to learn, or are you doing this to get laid, because if you are, you’re fucking stupid. I’ve seen you in the water.”
“Neither. I’m doing this because it’s the only way she’ll let me help her.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I grab my duffle bag and drape it on my shoulder. “Nothing. And would you stop assuming I’m into her or want to fuck her or whatever you have in your head? We’re just friends.”
He snickers but it turns into a laugh as he stands. Before he walks out of my room, he looks over his shoulder at me and laughs again.
“What? Why are you?—”
“If I would’ve known you’d be this desperate, I would’ve bet more. Dammit.” He groans, leaning against my doorframe.
“You guys were being serious?” I walk past him and make my way down the stairs.
All the guys are gathered in the living room. Kai and Noah are playing COD and Gray is talking to someone on the phone.
“I’m telling you, Saint?—”
“Hang up,” I demand and stand in front of the TV, blocking the guys from being able to see.
“Fuck out of the way!” Noah shoots me daggers.
“What the fuck?” Kai stands, hands raised. “You got us kill?—”
“The bet is off,” I adamantly say once Angel has joined us in the living room. “I don’t know why you are all?—”
“You got me killed over the bet?” Noah questions, his face stoic, but I hear the agitation in his voice. “You dumb motherfucker. Get out of the way.”
“There is nothing going on between Josie and me. So, stop the bet. I’m sick and tired of you guys?—”
“I’ll talk to you later. Yeah…Danny is losing his shit…wait, really?” Gray laughs into the phone. “How long was it beforeTJ…couldn’t be me…I can hardly take care of myself…I couldn’t make my bed…you get it…we should?—”
Snatching the phone, I place it on my ear. “He’ll talk to you later. Bye, Saint.” And I hang up before I toss it back to him.
“Okay, rude.” His eyes slightly narrow, and his brows furrow. “What’s wrong with you?”
“No more bets. Got it?” I sternly look at each one of them.
Kai scoffs. “Is this about Josie? Because we’re just playing around.”
“No, we’re not,” Noah disagrees. “You want to fuck or like Josie. Whatever it is, we’re?—”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what’s it like?” Gray tilts his head to the side, eyeing me with curiosity. “Because you punched Bryson for her. Or did we all not see the same thing? Do you know how many times he’s antagonized you over Amanda, but the minute he calls Josie a bitch, you swung.”
Truth is, I don’t know what it’s like. I don’t think about fucking Josie, but I also won’t lie and act like I haven’t checked her out. Still, I don’t want to disrespect her. She’s gone through a lot. But if she hadn’t—what am I saying?
“We’re friends.”
“I’ve fucked many of my friends. Just saying.” Angel noncommittally shrugs.
I narrow my eyes at him, letting him know he’s not helping, to which he shrugs again.
“The real question is who haven’t you fucked?” Kai snorts.
