He laughs. “Scott is gonna want to get in your pants.”
I nod. “He wants to measure cock sizes?”He snickers under his breath.
I lean in and purse my lips. “I’m really good at the cock measuring game. I can handle him.” I throw myself back into my chair, finishing my last piece of chicken. “Any girls I should watch out for?”
He leans forward, thinking. “I fucked Viv the day before I met you, so was that two weeks ago?”
I nod, confirming the timeline. “If she comes, she won’t be happy. And so her crew of friends might have a staring problem. And…”
He stares off into space for a minute. I finish my food and say, “And?”
He shrugs.
“Dylan, tell me. We’re friends. I’m not your girlfriend, okay?” I chuckle. “I should be prewarned about what I’m walking into.”
“Layla,” he mutters. “If she’s there, it’s going to be awkward.”
“Are you going to tell me what happened with her?”
He shakes his head. “Not tonight.” He stands. “You ate. Are you ready to go?”
“Let me wash this dish and grab my bag.”
He says, “Okay,” and then waits for me as I wash the plastic container, head to my bedroom to grab my purse, and use the bathroom.
Nerves tickle my spine when I find him holding my front door open. “Ready?”
I nod.
It’s my first party in a long time.
I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.
11
Dylan
The party hasn’t started when we arrive, but the main four are here. Rocky, Scott, Westley, and now me. The pregaming is happening in the backyard, so when we slide the doors open, the guys all look our way.
“Wondering when the fuck you’d come,” Scott says and then zips quiet when he sees who’s behind me. “And look at what we have here.”
Rocky glances at Scott, confused. Scott points, so Rocky looks over his shoulder.
“Who’s this?” he asks, eyeing her like she’s candy.
Cecily walks onto the patio while smiling. “I’m Cecily.”
I point at Rocky and say, “That’s Rocky. And you met Scott and Westley.”
She smiles. “Hi.”
Westley does an awkward wave. Scott nods at her.
“Cool,” I mutter, noticing how the conversation has died now that Cecily is here. I hate it when they get quiet once a girl comes around.
“You didn’t bring any friends,” Scott says, glancing behind her.
She closes the sliding glass door and shakes her head. “Not tonight. They’re all busy.”
