Tank and Slim laugh, and I join them, fair enough, that rant probably did seem like it came from nowhere.
“Whatever.” I stand to go and collect more chairs.
“You do know they’re not actually together, don’t you?” Ana says.
“Of course they’re together, you don’t spend that much time with a girl you’re not in a relationship with.”
“Wow,” Destiny says, “are you saying that you don’t think men and women can be friends?”
“Don’t put words into my mouth, I know they’re more than friends.”
“How?” Ana asks, “Have you ever seen them kiss or anything?”
“No, but that’s why I know she’s stringing him along. Besides, she stays at his place sometimes, so they obviously share a bed.”
I hold out my hands, knowing I’ve proved my point.
“That doesn’t mean shit,” Destiny says, “friends can share a bed. Just because you don’t like to share a bed with anyone it doesn’t mean that other people don’t.”
Pretty Boy chuckles. “She read you, Diablo.”
I roll my eyes. I’m not annoyed by what Destiny said in the slightest, she isn’t wrong. I avoid intimacy of any kind, and everyone knows that. The girls know they have to leave right after we’ve finished fucking; other guys might let them sleep in their beds and cuddle, or whatever shit they do after sex, but not me. What they are wrong about is the relationshipbetween Elizabeth and Donovan, so I decide to turn the tables on them.
“Fine, instead of me proving they’re together, why don’t you give me proof that they’re not.”
I sit and lean back, waiting for the proof I know they don’t have.
“Okay,” Ana says, “Liam, Jaxon, Oliver.” She counts on her fingers as she lists guys’ names. “James, Elijah, Theo, Henry, Will, Ben.” She looks at the other girls, “Who am I missing?”
“Zachary,” Maria says, a smile crossing her face which makes me wonder who that is.
“And don’t forget Dante!” Daniela shouts.
They flat out giggle like schoolgirls at the mention of his name.
“And who the hell are they supposed to be?” I ask.
“All the guys Beth has fucked since we’ve known her,” Ana says, “what exactly do you think we talk about when I steal her away on Friday nights?”
At first it feels like a gut punch, but then I think about what they said and laugh.
“Nah, there is no fucking way.” I shake my head. “You almost had me for a moment, but there is no way in hell that Princess Prude is fucking different guys every other week.”
“Hey, you asked for proof, and there’s our proof,” Ana says, “you’re the only one who calls her Princess Prude, and if you spent more than five minutes with her, you’d know she’s the furthest thing from it.”
The girls laugh and I’m sure Imogen murmurs something that sounds like ‘fucking slut’ under her breath. They have to be playing me. I’m sure her and Donovan are together… unless… Does he know about this? Is she cheating on him?
I don’t have time to give it more thought as the knock on the gate and the noise outside lets us know that Donovan’s college friends are here. Not wanting to get involved with them, I head towards the clubhouse to sit on the wrap around porch; from up here I’ll be able to sit back, relax, and watch the evening’s events unfold… not thinking about Elizabeth fucking a different guy every other weekend.
Elizabeth
I’ve kept the party a secret for as long as possible, but it’s obvious what’s going on when we hit the same street as the clubhouse. The music is blaring, and the night air is full of the sound of partying, the type only college students can create.
“I take it I have you to thank for this?” Donovan asks, as we stop a few buildings down from the gate.
“I wanted you to have a fun going away party, with your college friends and the club. And you’d better appreciate it, because I’ll have you know it didn’t come cheap.”
“What do you mean? The club aren’t charging you for this are they?”
