Cece spent a lot of time in the friendzone back in the day. That might be worse than being treated like toxic waste, but I wouldn’t know. Knowing would’ve required the popular guys to do something to me other than quote ‘American Pie’ and peg apples at my back.
Still, hopeless as she is, she’s my best friend. And I’m going to pair her with someone who doesn’t suck if it kills me.
“Are you still working on your reunion plan?” Cece asks.
“Kind of,” I say truthfully enough. “Speaking of which, would you mind if I took some photos of both of us working behind the bar tomorrow?”
She frowns.
“I won’t actually do bar shit, and I promise it’ll be good promo for Stabbies. You know I’ve got a bunch of followers.”
“I do. But is this to help Afterglow, or is it more related to avenging yourself on everyone we went to school with?”
“Both,” I say brightly.
I have no intention of keeping Cece in the dark aboutallof my shadow scheme. She’s cockstruck, not in a coma. But I won’t give her any details, and she probably won’t ask, and that’s better for both of us.
“Okay,” she says. “How about youcantake pictures, if I can see them and the captions, before you post?”
“Totally.”
“Then it’s a deal. What are you thinking? Glam shots?”
She knows me so well. “Exactly. I want to bring all the dogs to the yard pre-reunion. On that note, who d’you think the biggest catches are gonna be at this thing?”
“You mean the single guys all the single girls will go for?”
“Yes, Will Sharpe aside, obviously.”I have other, more sinister plans for him.
Cece makes a thinking face. “Well, there’s Jake, obviously...”
My stomach squirms at the sound of his name. Of course, Captain Popular will be the hottest property at the reunion. Every local woman who can draw breath is probably going to try and jump on his huge, perfectly curved dick.
“Already checked that box. Who else?”
“Hmm, Thrasher Thompson’s divorced, and he’s from a really rich family. Do you remember him? He owns that massive kiwifruit farm.”
Does it feel good when you slide that flute up your box, wog girl?
“I do.”
“I’m forgetting some guys for sure... Can I make you a list?”
“Sounds good.”
Stabbies’s front door swings open, and a big group of men walk in.
“Gotta go,” Cece says, straightening. “Want a margarita?”
“Sure.” I glance at Davis, who’ssitting at the bar pretending to be absorbed in his plate of lamb roast while staring point-blank at Cece’s ass. “Could you please get Davis to bring it over?”
“You’re not gonna annoy him, are you?”
Probably. But there are a few more things that could stand to be set in motion tonight, regardless of how annoying they are. “I promise to be nice.”
Cece dashes away, and I open my notepad. The bar will be my pre-reunion hunting ground. It’s familiar, safe and largely my domain, but I need backup. I got enough shit in high school to know teasing a bunch of emotionally stunted guys is a dangerous game.
My shadow scheme has a subsection entirely devoted to making sure Cece doesn’t suck Will Sharpe’s dick, and the lodestone of this plan involves Davis admitting he wants to have babies with her. He might be boring and a fake cop, but he’s also hot and has a decent head on his shoulders, which is more than you can say for most men Cece’s dated. I’ve had it with her mean boy shtick. God help me, she’s going to be with someone who deserves her.
