“All right,Jeopardyis starting.”
That’s more like it.
“Love you!” I wave as I make my way to the car. I guess it doesn't lookthatold, and with Damon driving, it sort of comes off as cool. He may be a gigantic pain in my ass — since birth — but he’s still damn cute. Too bad he has the reputation of a porn star. This should be a fantastic evening. Can we take bets now on whom he’ll end up screwing in the bathroom? My money's on the prom queen or captain of the cheerleading team.
I slide into the car and click my seatbelt.
“For you.” Damon hands me a corsage that matches the color of my dress before we pull away. “Your dad said you were wearing teal. He said you looked just like your mom in the color, too.”
I whip my head around. “He told you that?”
“Yeah.” Damon shrugs as he pulls a K-turn.
“He’s never said I looked like her before. He barely ever mentions her.” From what I know, their time together was brief and elicit. And I also think she broke his heart.
“Breaker!” My father shouts from the doorstep. Damon slows the car down. “No drinking, sex, or drugs! Also, have her home by ten.”
“Ten!” I cry.
“Just kidding, baby! Have fun!” He waves as we drive away.
I bang my head against the back of the seat. “He lives to make me crazy.”
“He knows it’s easy to do. You let him get under your skin.”
“I know. It’s our way.” I smirk at him.
“My dad just knocks me on the head and calls me pretty boy.”
“Well, you sorta are. Your eyelashes are longer than most girls.”
“I’ve been blessed. Long eyelashes.” Damon satirically bats his big blue eyes.
“I’m sure that’s not the only thing that’s long on you.”
Damon gasps in mock surprise. “Why, Livey, are you making a perverted joke?”
“You can interpret it however you want.”
“We're gonna have a good night.” Damon puts his hand over mine, and it feels warm, almost electric. I squirm. I hate that he’s so hot. I hate that I’ve had a crush on him since I was five, and I hate that he’s never seen me as anything more than just an annoying little sister. “I promise. I’ll even dance with you.”
“How lucky am I?” I ask dryly.
“The freakin’ luckiest. You havemeas your prom date.”
He is such an arrogant fuck.
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Damon a.k.a. Breaker
“Where the fuck are you, man?”Tempest’s deep timbre vibrates my brain cells through the phone.
I crack open one eye and look around the foreign room, then out the window directly in front of me with the sick-ass view.
“Hung over somewhere in the Hollywood Hills.”
“Well, get your ass out of there. Everyone is here. Slash is asking for you, and he’s not happy.”
