What does that mean for me?
It means I’m a twenty-one-year-old closeted virgin. What a flex.
Anyway, enough about that.
The reason why Taylor is no longer in a good mood is because she’s fallen head over heels for her very straight friend. The friend who also happens to be Bennett’s best friend.
I’m the king of loving someone you can’t have. I feel for the girl.
“Want something to drink?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go get a drink, maybe some dancing, huh?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I help her to her feet. Taking her hand, I guide her inside the house, resisting the urge to look over at the beer pong table.
I’m over Bennett, and I have been for years. I shouldn’t care about who he flirts with or who he dates. It’s none of my business.
The guy hates me anyway, so I should really just leave it alone.
“Cooler or beer?”
“Do you have to ask?” Taylor gives me a look, wrinkling her nose.
“Beer it is.” I grin.
“Oh fuck off.” She laughs, grabbing a wine cooler from the fridge. “I’m hungry. What do you have around here to eat?”
Digging my hand into my pocket, I grab the key to unlock the cupboard. Yes, we lock them, because if we didn’t, they would wipe us clean. And some of us can’t afford to replace everything.
“Chips, popcorn, and candy,” I tell her.
“I’ll take it all.” She nods.
“You on your period or something?” I chuckle, grabbing a few things for her.
“As a matter of fact, I am.” She takes it greedily. “Got any chocolate?”
“Nope.”
“Boo,” she grumbles, ripping open a bag of popcorn.
“Hey, throw over a bag of popcorn,” someone shouts as I go to lock the cupboard back up. Looking over my shoulder, I see one of the hockey guys, I think his name is Danny.
Ignoring him, I lock the cupboard up and grab a handful of popcorn.
“Why does she get popcorn and we don’t?” He pouts, his blond hair hanging over his face. He looks high. Guess he has the munchies.
“Because she lets me fuck her.” I raise a brow, shoving a chip in my mouth.
“I mean, I don’t swing that way, but if it means I get some of that popcorn, I’ll let you stick it anywhere you want.”
Taylor chokes on a mouthful of her food. “Dude,” she rasps. “Are you offering sexual favors to my boyfriend for popcorn? How desperate are you?”
“I mean, it doesn’t have to be him.” He gives Taylor the boy-next-door smile.
