“Shit,” I muttered before I grinned at him. “What cologne you wearing? It’s really doing it for me.” I shoved my notebook into my backpack before I pulled my shirt over my junk.
Ash knocked the back of my head as he stood. “Dick. Who was it?” he asked interestedly as I stood and we made our way out of class.
“My Friday blonde,” I answered him grimly. “Man, she can suck dick,” I added on with another groan.
“You remembered something?” Ash asked me excitedly as he grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop. “Who is it?”
The images were faded and didn’t feel real, wisps of memory that were too fragile for me to grab onto. “I don’t know,” I bit out in frustration. “I can’t see her face.”
“Figures,” Ash said as he resumed walking. “It wasn’t her face you were interested in.”
I almost agreed when I was hit with the feeling of how I felt in her mouth. “Not too sure about that,” I mumbled as we left the building. Bright sunshine blinded us as we both put our shades on. “Ugh, practice is going to be brutal.”
Ash grunted his agreement as he looked over the campus. “Easier to take down number ninety-seven though.” His grin was vicious. “You gonna tell Coach about Versed?”
I thought about it and decided I had nothing to lose. “Yeah, he’s not going to move if I can’t point him to awho, but I hope that awhatis progress.” Sunlight reflected off the buildings as we walked, and I reveled in the bright afternoon.
Ash tracked a group of girls as they passed, long legs, short tops, flirtatious glances over their shoulders as they passed us.
“Your tongue’s hanging out,” I said dryly.
“Better than my dick in economics,” he snarked back at me with a wink.
“You’re an asshole,” I told him good-naturedly.
“I am,” he agreed. “Dickheads run in the family.”
“Ain’t that the truth.”
“Aw, fuck,” he complained, his good humor vanishing as Quinn came into view. “She’s gotthatlook.”
“Which look?” I asked as I watched our friend cut through a throng of students.
“The determined look,” Ash muttered as we slowed down to meet her.
“Assholes,” Quinn greeted with absolutely no preamble at all. “Who leaked the juice?”
“Jamie,” I told her.
“How the hell am I supposed to work around the thousands of rumors?” Quinn snapped at me. “I’m not a freaking miracle worker.”
“You giving up?” Ash asked her as he pushed his shades up to make eye contact.
“No, asshole. Of course not.”
“Then what you bitching for?”
“Stop, before you both throw down,” I cut them off. “We didn’t teach you to fight to fightus,” I reminded Quinn.
“I could take your ass.” Quinn’s sharp tone as she looked Ash over derisively didn’t help.
“Pegging? That your kink now?” Ash asked her, equally scathing.
“All you think about is sex, you’re so fucking predictable.”
“Is that—”
“I swear to God, I will knock youbothout, and I really don’t give a fuck that you’re a girl,” I barked at them both. “It’s beentwofucking years.” I looked between the two of them, and as they stared in opposite directions, I briefly thought of knocking their heads together. “You still on the girl?” I asked Quinn, changing the subject.
