What the hell?
He starts. “What?”
“Sorry, I mean—take the chair next to Carrie.”
Talk about a Freudian slip.
Donovan scrapes back his seat and settles in, his features pinched and serious, his hands resting on his thighs as he spreads his legs.
“What the hell are you doing?” I mutter.
His shoulders shake with silent laughter. Oh, he’s thrilled with himself. I fidget with my glasses as my backstabbing friends gape at him, practically drooling.
Donovan clears his throat and gestures at the table with his chin. “This is my first time, so…”
I wish he would just burst into flames.Carrie, chill. I glance around the room, annoyed at all the lovesick sighs.
I swivel around to face Donovan, and if looks could kill, he’d definitely be dead.
“It’s time for you to leave, Wolinski.”
“How’s your bike doing, Carrie?”
Shelby is staring at us. “I had no idea you guys knew each other.”
He pretends to look offended. “You mean she didn’t tell you? One of my friends is dating her roomie. We’re buddies.”
He slings an arm around the back of my seat, and I scrape my chair away as fast as I can.
“We’re definitely not buddies,” I correct him. My friends are staring at me, shell-shocked. “I vote we kick him out, with immediate effect.”
“What? No!”
A coup is brimming right before my eyes, and it’s a shame—I genuinely liked these girls.
“We have an open policy,” Eleanor fired back. “And there’s only five of us. New members are always welcome.”
“And this is definitely the kind of member we need.” Shelby nods.
“Did somebody saymember?” Lynn giggles, her cheeks flushing as she catches Donovan’s eye.
Wow. Somebody shoot me.
Donovan cocks an eyebrow at me. I’m cringing so hard for them all.
He tilts his head, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Are they discussing my dick?”
Actually shoot me now.
“Please don’t use the word ‘dick.’?”
Shelby pouts. “He can say ‘dick’!”
“Oh my God! Fine—I give up. He can stay.” I throw my hands up. “Okay? Can we get started here, or what?”
“Let’s do it!” Amanda rummages in her bag. “We picked tonight’s book over the summer, Donovan. It’s about—”
“I’m good, thanks.”
