Holding back my laughter I move closer and fist my hands to keep from reaching out to her.
“Without sharing too much detail I will say, that what happened with them, compared to us it’s not even in the same ballpark.”
“Stop,” she says, holding up her hand and shivering like she’s just imagined something awful. “I don’t want to picture what took place with you three. Ick, not, I can’t go there. They are sisters Finn, eww.”
“Well it wasn’t all at the same time, Sophie.” She stares at me with her nose flared. “What?”
“I know it wasn’t all at the same time, but thanks for the image you’ve just managed to create.”
“Babe, what am I supposed to do here?”
“You are supposed to be a virgin!” She literally stomps her foot and this time I laugh which she glares at me for.
“Hey.” I reach out and this time I don’t let her pull away from me. “I was sixteen, seventeen at most. I was a horny teenage boy that didn’t take anything seriously. Those times, have nothing on me now. They got the nervous boy that didn’t know what he was doing. It was sloppy and inexperienced and carries nothing memorable. But you, us.”
“If you say something cheesy right now I might kick you.”
“Do you think I like to imagine what took place with you and any man before me?” I ask her and she wrinkles her nose up.
“No, but those men aren’t changing the oil in your car.”
“I change my own oil,” I do my best to make light of this.
“Of course you do.” She rolls her eyes. “So what you are saying is I should cut my own hair?”
“No, what I am saying is that none of this even matters. Neither one of them is going to carry on about something that happened when we were kids. I promise you, neither time was memorable. They are both married.”
“Last time I was in there, Delaney carried on about when she was eighteen and had her first three-way with a couple she’d met only a week before. I am pretty sure she’d be the first one to mention she screwed my boyfriend in high school.”
“Delaney is my cousin,” Maggie announces as she walks back in at the worst time. Sophie bows her head, placing her hand to her forehead. “She is ridiculous and has a very loud mouth, but I can’t believe you slept with her.” She wrinkles up her nose at me and narrows my eyes at her.
“Not helping,” I tell her and feel Soph push on my chest.
“This day is so out of whack I need to just go home and go to bed.” She stands tall. “First you and Bennett and then Kendall and Ryan’s car.”
“What happened with that dickbag’s car?”
She doesn’t answer me, only waves her hand in dismissal as she turns and starts walking toward the door.
“Sophie, what happened with Ryan’s car?” I holler out but instead of her answering me she walks outside and the door shuts behind her.
I pull my phone from my back pocket and find Kendall’s number in my contacts. She picks up on the third ring.
“Wanna help me vandalize pencil dick’s BMW?”
“Why do you have his car?”
“Sophie didn’t tell you the story?”
“She’s a little upset with me right now.” Kendall grows silent. “It’s not really anything I did, well it was when I was sixteen, and Bennett has a big ass mouth.”
“Wait are we talking about the tow sisters thing?”
“She told you?”
“No, Sutton did after she spent more than an hour on the phone with Lexi after she locked Bennett out of the house.”
“Shit,” I mumble.
