“No?” She reaches forward, taking my cigarette from between my fingers. Dropping it to the ground, she stomps it out. “Why don’t you go on then. Tell me how awful I am, despitethe fact you don’t even know me. List off more ways I suck, while you sit on your own high horse. Pretending you are some rock god. Fucking all the girls you want, and then never calling them back. Trust me, nothing you say can hurt me. I know how guys like you are. Been with a bigger asshole than you. Nothing you say can hurt me.”
“Okay.” I shrug. “I think you could go much further in life if you learned how to fucking relax. It must be so exhausting to do nothing but nag and complain all the time. I’d say remove whatever is stuck up your ass, but we both know you would never let anyone touch that hole.” I smirk.
She rolls her eyes.
“Though anal is probably a fitting word for you, huh?” I continue. “I bet you love being in control of everything. You just scream neat and tidy. Bet your closet is organized down to the fucking shade. I imagine fucking you would be like having sex with a corpse. You look like the kind of girl who would just lay there and let the man do all the work. You drip of high maintenance and neediness. All your ex-boyfriends probably leaped for joy when you finally cut them free. They only stayed because you look good on their arms and promised one day you’d put it in your mouth, even though you never had any intent on following through on it. You are just a bitch dressed up as a pretty girl.”
I don’t really believe half the stuff I’m saying. Most of it is just word vomit to piss her off more. She picked the wrong night to cross paths with me. I’m just low enough to want to ruin someone else or throw myself into her chaos.
“And you are never the main character,” she counters. “I mean, come on, look at you.” She gestures up and down. “You are the side character, living in the shadow of everyone around you. Even here, you don’t stand out. Why did you end up here tonight, Ben? Could it be all your other friends got tired of you?Maybe they outgrew you.” Her hands rest on her hips as she goes off, pushing her chest out. I try not to let my gaze drop to her tits. “You are falling to the waste side. And hanging out with smaller people won’t help people not notice how tiny you are.” She glares. “And I bet tiny is a word you are very used to hearing, huh?”
“Is that a joke about my dick size?” I laugh.
“If the condom doesn’t fit.” She smirks. “And for your information, I actually enjoy sucking dick.” Fuck me if that statement doesn’t make me harder. “I’m actually really good in bed.”
“Jesus, Prue.” Cameron’s voice comes from behind me. “Too much information, sis.”
“Can we go now?” Prue pleads. “Please?”
“Yeah. Fine. Let me get my shit,” Cameron says, turning around and walking back into the house.
“What’s your number?” I ask, pulling out my phone.
“What?” Her eyes widen again. I could get used to the way shock lights up her features.
“Obviously I went a little too far. Let me make it up to you. How about coffee? My treat.” I grin at her.
“No thanks,” she snaps, marching past me.
I laugh and follow her down the porch steps. Trailing behind her as she walks down the driveway, I let my eyes fall to her ass. Round and mouthwatering.
I shouldn’t be asking for her number, but the way she looked when she was telling me off was too fucking hot. Sure, she struck a few nerves, but when a girl isn’t afraid to admit she likes sucking cock, you don’t turn down the chance to see if it’s true.
“Come on. It’s just coffee.”
“Go fuck yourself,” she says, glancing back at me.
“I could. Or you could.” I smirk. “You can show me just how good in bed you are, and I could prove that my cock isn’t tiny in the slightest.”
“Oh my God,” she groans. “You are a real piece of work, you know that, right? How stupid do you think I am?”
“I never once called you stupid. Stuck-up and bitchy, yes, but never stupid.”
“Does this often work for you? Calling girls bitches and then asking them out?”
“First time for everything.” I shrug with a smile on my face.
“I’m never going anywhere with you. You’re an asshole.”
“Ouch. Prue. That hurts.” I smirk.
“Sure.” She rolls her eyes.
“Trust me, I am worth the headache.”
“Doubtful.”
“I called us a car,” Cameron says, walking up. “Ben, it was fun hanging with you tonight.”
