I had never known Shane to be so secretive about his conquests. He was the type of guy to kiss and tell everyone. Including some grandmothers and a priest or two.
I raised an eyebrow, instantly suspicious.
“Shane…” I said, giving him my best tell-me-or-I’ll-twist-your-junk look.
“Dania, okay. But don’t say anything to Stu. He’s been talking about hooking up with her again.”
I groaned. What the hell was wrong with my friends? They jumped in each other’s pants faster than a case of crabs. It was gross.
“You jealous, baby?” Shane asked, looking entirely too hopeful.
I threw a magazine that had been sitting on the chair beside me at his face. “No, I’m not jealous you moron! But my god, can’t you find someone to fuck that isn’t in our immediate group of friends? And I thought Dania was hooking up with that guy from the river party.” I realized it had been a while since I had bothered to find out the latest goings on in Dania’s personal life. I wasn’t sure if that made me a bad friend or a protecting my brain from the images.
“I don’t know if she is or not. It was just a random thing. She came by to pick up a movie she left at my place last week and you know how she is,” Shane smirked and I threw another magazine at him.
“And you’re saying Stu wants her back? Seriously?” Well there went my Stu is gay theory.
“Yeah. Maybe. He’s been sort of nostalgic about her lately,” Shane said, rubbing the cheek that was hit the magazine.
My mouth dropped open in shock. “You’re kidding me! Nostalgic about what? The time she broke his window? Or the time he called her a slut in front of the entire cafeteria?”
Shane shrugged. “Whatever. I don’t really care what they do. I was just getting my rocks off and I don’t need Stu up in my ass about it. So just don’t say anything.”
I curled my lip in disgust.
“Yeah, whatever. I’ll let you keep that lovely tidbit all to yourself,” I said, looking away. Dania and I were definitely having a talk later about this one. What the hell was she thinking?
You would think after getting knocked up, she’d learn her lesson. Spreading your legs to randoms, even if the random was Shane Nolan, was a stupid idea.
But obviously she needed to be beaten around the head a few more times before she saw it. And I was happy to do the beating.
Shane was called back a few minutes later and then it was my turn.
After I was finished, I went outside and found Stu waiting for me.
“You wanna go get a drink at Woolly’s?” Stu asked. My mouth fell open for the second time in less than twenty minutes. Stu Wooten was actually asking me to hang out?
Stu and I weren’t close. I could pretend at a relationship with Reggie and Shane but never with Stu. He wasn’t a talker. And it was no secret he was a bit homicidal. The truth was he freaked me out. He was the type to shank you as much as look at you.
“Uh, no thanks. I’ve got stuff to do,” I mumbled, unable to come up with a better excuse.
Stu lit up a cigarette and blew out a cloud of smoke. “I saw you talking to that freak,” he said, surprising me.
“Flynn?” I asked.
“Is that his name?” Stu countered.
“Yeah. That’s his name. And when the hell did you see me talking to him?” I asked. And why did I feel like I was being interrogated?
“At Darla’s. You guys seemed pretty cozy.” Stu blew out another puff of smoke, this time in my face.
I coughed and waved a hand in front of me.
“What’s it to you, Stu?” I was getting annoyed by this whole conversation.
Stu dropped his cigarette and stomped it out.
“It’s nothing to me. Just thought it strange that you were hanging out all friendly like with the tard. Seems to me you should be a little more selective in who you hang out with,” Stu remarked.
