I glare down at her anyway, hiding the internal panic ripping me apart, “it’s your fault. You left your hand in the way.”
“I just came to give you something but if you’re going to be an ass I’ll find someone else to come with me.” She goes to turn away but I grab her by the shoulder, spinning her back around.
What the fuck does she mean she has something for me?
A smirk makes its way onto her lips and I frown… I fell right into that one.
“Are you done being an ass to me?” When I don’t answer she huffs and crosses her arms, “you’ve been rude to me since I got here, and I don’t even know what I did to piss you off. I just want to be friends Lucas, can we at least try?”
I feel kind of bad, but she barged her way into my life and I’ll be damned if she fucks anything else up for me. “Fine.We’re good, I’m sorry for being a dick” I mumble, “now what did you get me?”
She smiles triumphantly before pulling a lanyard from her back pocket, swaying it back and forth in front of my face. I snatch it out of her hands, making her giggle, and read the words written across the front. When it finally clicks, my jaw drops and I stare at her like she just grew a second head.
Claire nods, knowing damn well I can’t argue with box tickets to the Dallas game tonight.
“Why are you giving this to me?” I ask, my defence mechanisms instantly sliding into place. This isn’t a normal thing to do.
“Because” she says, looking down at her feet, “I want to be friends. I already had a bunch of passes and thought I might as well use them as a peace offering.”
I’m still not buying it, there’s more to this than she’s letting on.
“I’m sorry if I messed anything up for you, I really am just trying to help. I’m doing Tony a favour, trust me when I say it wasn’t my idea.”
Okay, so maybe I’m being a bit of a dick assuming that she’s up to no good, but I’ve learned the hard way that it’s best to keep people at a distance… So that's what I’m doing.
“So it’s just going to be you and me at this game?”
“Um, no. I have passes for the whole house” she replies sheepishly.
“Have you told them yet?”
“Nope,” she smiles, “I was just about to go downstairs and mess with them a little. Wanna come?”
I feel a small smile of my own breakthrough, this girl learns quick. In this house we fuck with one another as much as possible, if she wants to survive then she has to learn to throw punches of her own.
Claire skips down the hallway —yes, fuckingskips— but when she makes it to the top of the stairs she stops “oh boys!” She looks back at me with mischief dancing in her eyes, and I would be straight up lying if I said it isn’t hot as fuck. She waves me over, forcing me to meet her before she leans over and whispers, “follow my lead.”
The heat from her mouth fans over my neck, and the little hairs stand up all over my body. Shivers run down my spine and I feel my stomach twist as the heat disappears and is replaced by the suddenly ice cold air around me.
Nope, that’s not the feeling I think it is…get it together.
I follow her into the kitchen, where all of the guys are staring at her from the couch, waiting to hear what she has to say, and I for one, can’t wait to hear what kind of bullshit comes out of her mouth.
“I got tickets today for some hockey game tonight, I guess they’re box seats or something?” She looks them all with this doe eyed, confused look on her face, making everything she says just that much more convincing.
It’s so hard not to burst into laughter when I see the look on the guys faces. This is great.
“Do you mean for Dallas?” Miller yells.
“Are they good seats or something?” She asks them.
“Are those good seats?” August mocks. “Those are fuckingamazingseats, they’re like hundreds of dollars. How the fuck did you get them?”
If I didn’t already know that she’s lying, I would definitely believe her right now.
“I just have them, but there’s one problem… I only have two extra tickets.” Claire bites her bottom lip and looks away while the guys start arguing about who’s going to get to go. When she notices they aren’t looking at her anymore she winks at me.
I can’t help but shake my head at her, she’s pretty funny, but only when she’s messing with my dip-shit friends.
