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“It’s a few weeks before trials, does your dad have his shirts made yet?” Reese asks, mouthful of Burrito.
I take a sip of my drink and nod my head. “Yeah, apparently he got his hands on a fucking bedazzler.”
Choking back a laugh, Reese smiles. “That’s fucking awesome. Please tell me he bedazzled earrings on the giant head of you he plasters to every one of his shirts.”
“I sure as fuck hope not.” But that is something my dad would actually do, which makes me nervous as hell.
“They are some of my favorite people,” Reese admits.
“Mine too.” Changing the subject, I say, “They were asking about you the other day, wondering if you’re still dating Bellini.”
Reese rolls his eyes. “Can we not talk about her? Christ. I had to deal with her shit all day; I would prefer not to have to rehash it.”
“You can still back out.”
“Not really.” He takes another big bite of his burrito. “It’s a solidified deal. She needs me just as much as I need her. How fucked up is that?”
“Pretty fucked up. Seems like you got yourself into a little pickle.”
Reese gives me a knowing look. I can already tell what’s going to come out of his mouth. It happens every time I harp on him about Bellini. “How’s your pursuit of Melony coming along?” His smirk readsjackass. I wouldn’t expect anything less from my best friend.
Lying, I answer, “On the edge of mounting my dick any day.”
Apparently I’m not a good liar from the way Reese throws his head back and laughs, drawing attention from people around us. “Oh, you’re such a shitty liar. That girl wants nothing to do with you.”
Yeah, didn’t I fucking know it? It’s been six months since I first met her and never in my life have I met anyone as persistent at saying no as she is. Granted, I don’t hang out with her a lot, never actually. I only see her when I meet Reese at one of his many production obligations, and of course my text messages, but those little stolen moments with her have turned into absolutely nothing. Yup . . . nothing.
I tell jokes.Nothing.
I dirty talk.Nothing.
I talk in general.Nothing.
Reese isn’t kidding when he says she wants nothing to do with me. And what’s a real twist of the head on my dick is how every time I see her, I grow more attached, despite the repulsed look she gives me. Every. Time.
Yeah, repulsed.
Kind of stabs a man’s ego. But apparently I’m a masochist because hell if I can stop hitting on her.
“She just doesn’t know what she wants yet. She doesn’t know that one day I’ll fucking marry her.”
Reese’s eyebrows rise to his hairline. “That’s fucking bold.”
Bold.I don’t think it’s bold, because for some reason I think it’s fact. I barely know the girl. I’ve barely spoken to the girl. I’ve only seen her smile in the distance and never at me.But I’m so incredibly drawn to her. Only to her.I want her. Just her. I wantherin my future.
I bite into my burrito and lean back in my chair. “It’s fucking true.”
Chapter Two
MELONY
Hollis: I ate a bowl of strawberries today. They reminded me of the lipstick you wore the other day. You know, the day you shoved my salad bowl into my chest, destroying my high-fiber, high-protein meal.
I roll my eyes inwardly.
Melony: You tripped, ran into me, and spilled your own damn salad. Don’t blame me. P.S. that salad smelled like ass.
