“I’m starting to get that.”
He slaps his hands together and glances over at his friends. I follow his gaze. They’re all doubled over laughing. The two girls even flash me a thumbs-up.
I guess I did always have a talent for making an entrance.
I suddenly feel exposed. I need to get out of here… Get some space, clear my head.
“You’re—”
“I’m late.” I shrug. “See you around.”
I whip around, my heels clicking as I stride, and it’s only when I’m halfway across the parking lot that it dawns on me—I didn’t even accept his offer.
The truth is, I don’t need to weigh this one up. I’m in—even though I’ve got the feeling he’d prefer me to say no.
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I keep my eyes on her back until she disappears out of sight. My instinct was right. She definitely has an amazing ass. In any other situation, I would’ve offered to take her out sometime. But…
That whole conversation was weird as hell.
I did a pretty good job, though. Or, at least, I think I did. I shared the most fucked-up stories I could think of, and I pushed her buttons by smearing my fingers all over her Pontiac.There’s no way she’s saying yes now.No way! Especially not after that whole scene when she bent me over her car. I glance over at the Firebird, scanning for traces of my cheek against the bodywork. Damn. The girl has an iron grip; I’ll give her that. It’d almost be a turn-on, if I weren’t trying so damn hard to shake her off.
I slope back over to the gang, rubbing my shoulder as I go.
“Did she just whip your ass?” Carrie grins.
“I need a friend like that.” Lois nods. “She’s our very own superhero.”
“She nearly broke my arm,” I mutter.
Carrie cackles. “She nearly broke your spine, you mean.”
I glare at them. “Thanks for the backup, guys.”
“Hey, you must’ve said something pretty messed-up to trigger her like that.”
“Yeah, Adam’s right—what exactly did you say to her?”
“Relax, Carrie.” I hold up a hand. “I was just telling her what life’s really like as a Campus Driver, that’s all.”
“I saw you touch her car,” Lane interrupts, shooting me a disapproving look. “Not cool, man. That’s like touching a random guy’s dick.”
“I touched a random guy’s dick,” Lois says, wiggling her eyebrows. She catches Lane’s eye. “What! You were basically random.”
“They said ‘dick,’?” Don whispers to Carrie.
I sigh. “You guys are exhausting.”
“So, anyway—is she in?” Adam asks.
“Sorry, dude, I couldn’t make out her reply, what with my head slammed up against a car, and all.”
I rifle back through my memory. She didn’t say a word, I realize. I’m pretty sure if she’d been interested, she would’ve made it clear.
“What’s her name?”
“No idea.”
