“All tramps should be guilt free,” Symphony says. “Let women do what they want.”
But Jenna frowns. “And despite your fuck-me clothes, nobody’s laid a hand on you?”
“Nope. In the parking lot of the bar, some rando acted like he was going to smack my butt.” I draw in a breath. “I mean, it was sort ofout there. But Two-Shit lunged at him. Nobody can come near me.”
Jenna crunches her veggie crisps. “You like this exhibitionist shit, don’t you?”
“Maybe. My daddy would be so upset. But I start feeling all loose and bubbly thinking about shocking people. I wish I had better boobs, though.”
“The better to jiggle,” Symphony says. “I get it. I like sex in classrooms. You like dudes looking at you. We all have our things.” She glances at Jenna. “What’s yours?”
“I’m as vanilla as the soft serve at Dairy Queen,” Jenna says. “You two are the freaks.” She grins. “And I mean that in the best way.”
“I think Bailey and Rhett like to do it on the rug in his office,” Symphony says. She nudges Jenna’s shoulder. “You’ll find your freaky self eventually.”
Jenna crumples the bag. “Maybe.”
“So, what do I do?” I ask. “I’d really like to get this cherry thing handled.”
“What’s the process?” Symphony asks. “You pick somebody and go to pound town?”
“I have to tell Iron Jack first, I think,” I say. “Nobody’s allowed to go near me until I make a choice. And I switch to bunny, I think. Not a mouse.”
“I thought bunnies don’t live at the club,” Symphony says. “You already sublet your apartment.”
I frown. “I think I can live in the guy’s room. Actually, maybe only if I’m his ol’ lady. Shoot. I don’t know.”
Jenna stuffs her empty bag into her backpack. “Sounds like you need to figure that out before flashing your vajayjay at someone.”
My face heats. “I don’t flash that.”
She lifts her hands. “I don’t judge!”
Symphony hefts her backpack onto her lap. It’s almost time for class. “I agree you should be sure about the living arrangements before you make a move. Are you positive you don’t want to give Merrick another shot? I can still try to set up that double date.”
I let out a long sigh as we all stand up. “No. That’s seems so … I don’t know. Quaint? The club is kind of wild. But if I could be alone with Merrick, maybe I could figure it out. We’ve only been by ourselves that one time when he asked me what I wanted to do.”
“Did he seem interested then?” Jenna asks. She rubs her hands on her jeans to knock off her snack dust.
“I couldn’t tell what was him and what was club business. But since then, I get all these mixed messages.”
“Like when he got in a fight for you?” Symphony asks.
We walk toward the building, vaguely aware of the Wild Hair moving along with us.
“Yeah, last night, too.”
Jenna slings her backpack onto her shoulder. “Doesn’t that mean he likes you?”
“Maybe he’s being protective, like a sister.”
Symphony shakes her head. “That’s not how he acts with his real sister.”
“How was he with Greta?”
“He wanted her to get tough. I mean, he was all about throwing Jude out on his butt. But he only picked the battle Greta was asking for.”
Interesting. I haven’t asked him to stand up for me.
