“So you’re sure about the drug testing? I’m talking about Jackson.”
I nodded, looking for a vape pen in my shorts pocket.
“Marvin told me that Jackson talked with Blaze.” I couldn’t decipher what Taylor was talking about.
“So what?”
“He spends so much time with Blaze.” What the fuck was she talking about now?
“Uh, no. That’s not true.”
Taylor flashed me a mischievous grin.
“Maybe you’re not Blaze’s favorite anymore, did you ever think of that?” she taunted.
The vape pen vibrated between my lips because I grumbled loudly.
“Bullshit.”
Blaze quivered just at the sight of me. His pupils dilated all the way when he saw me, and his chest started wheezing like crazy. I could have him when I wanted him.
He couldn’t help it; I had that effect on him. I had that effect on everyone.
It was me.
A kind of drug, a forbidden game that once they tried they threw away. Is that what I was afraid of? That she wouldn’t want me anymore after?
No, that was the classic bullshit of the failed psychologist.
If I hadn’t banged her yet, it was just because of William. If it was for her, I would’ve already shoved my tongue in her by now, and we probably would’ve banged. Because I know I like her.
A lot.
Sometimes I didn’t even understand it.
“Look, enough bullshit. We have serious stuff to talk about. What was your deal at Poppy’s party?” I muttered, bringing the vape pen to my lips.
Of course I hadn’t forgotten about the scene Taylor had made.
“Why are you asking me?”
I watched her shrug like someone who had nothing to feel bad about.
“Because you orchestrated a fucking disaster, and you know it.”
“Both William and that good for nothing Ariana would’ve done it sooner or later with or without the closet.”
Yeah, but you humiliated June in front of everyone by doing it that way.
“Tell me the truth,” I urged her.
“What?”
I looked down at her, and for a moment she seemed to hold her breath apprehensively.
“Did you record a video the other night?”
I didn’t even have time to see her reaction because she immediately attacked me with her excuses.
