Lil purses her lips and furrows her brow. “Nah, it was at least twice. What about that guy last fall? The sloppy kisser?”
Forcing myself to not glance at Luca, I keep my gaze on Lil. “Are you trying to be late for class?”
“Shit. No.” She turns and heads for the building.
As we walk across the parking lot, Luca mutters, “You two are kinda weird.”
“We know,” we say in unison.
“We also don’t give a fuck what people think about us.” Well, for the most part, anyway.
Between being followed by a smoking-hot stranger and the still-fresh injuries on my face, we get a lot of stares as we make our way to the classroom. I start to care what people think a little bit.
Luca waits in the hallways while Lil learns some history shit and then some science shit while I read on the Kindle that lives in my purse. Not to be confused with the Kindle that lives on the coffee table. After months of forgetting to grab it before leavingthe house, I had the brilliant idea to order another one to leave in my purse. Now, I’ve lost count of how many of those fuckers I have around. I bet Lil knows.
After Lil’s second class, we hit the cafeteria. Luca leans against the wall close to our table. With his arms crossed. In a short-sleeved T-shirt. Almost all the girls and a fair amount of guys who walk past eye fuck him, and it gets old fast. Real fast. I kind of want to growl at them or shoot them. Apparently, I’m possessive and jealous and murdery, even though I don’t understand why. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or something. He doesn’t seem to notice any of them anyway, other than to assess their threat levels. I guess he’s taking this gig more seriously than I expected.
Luca’s clearly disappointed in our food choices, if the stink eye he gives them is any indication. I take a bite of my soft pretzel covered in an ungodly amount of warm liquid cheese. My eyelids drift closed as I let out a moan. I fucking love cheese. When I open my eyes, I catch something like fire in Luca’s gaze for a second, but then it’s gone.
What the fuck was that? Why was it so hot?
My new goal in life is to see it again.
Lil reaches into her backpack and grabs an energy drink for each of us.
“You girls trying to have heart attacks before you’re twenty-five?” Luca glares and shakes his head in an obviously disapproving manner. I roll my eyes at him.
“Just trying to make it through the semester, my dude,” Lil says in a terrible surfer guy impression and glares back at him. I snort at her ridiculousness, and the energy drink goes right up my nose.
“Fuck, that hurt!” My eyes are watering from the burn, but I’m still laughing. When I finally go back to eating my pretzel, Isee Luca’s eyes darken again when I lick some cheese off my fingers.
I think it’s something along the lines of desire. And it’s hot. So hot. Like ‘I think my panties spontaneously turned to ash’ hot.
Ugh. I’m seriously crushing on Lil’s grumpy cousin, and either he’s crushing back, or I’m imagining that he is. My brain does weird things sometimes, so it really might be the second thing.
We hang out in the cafeteria until it’s time to go to Lil’s math class. While everyone settles in, I notice Melissa staring at me, so I meet her gaze and hold it. Melissa hates us just as much as we hate her.
After thirteen years of staring contests with Lil, I don’t lose them against anyone but her, and that’s a rarity. Melissa finally rolls her eyes and puffs out her breath. “Your face is distracting,” she complains in a horrible, whiny voice.
“Your dick breath is distracting, but somehow the rest of us are managing just fine,” I spit out, the words spilling from my lips before I can stop them. “I’m all for giving blowjobs, but would it kill you to pop a mint in your mouth when you’re done?”
Chapter 14
Am I getting paid by the hour?
Luca
My phone dings in my pocket. I’ve been trying to stay off of it all day, even though Marco said I could read or play games on it while the girls are in class. I’ve never been much of a reader, and I don’t want to get too caught up in a game since I need to be paying attention to our surroundings and doing the babysitter… I mean security detail shit. But fuck is it boring. I dig my phone out and check the notification. Lil texted in the group message with me and Ariana again.
Lil
Just FYI, we might get into a fight after class
I pinch the bridge of my nose and let out an absolutely exasperated sigh.
The fuck? Y?
Lil
