I stick up my middle finger at her. “One, he knows that already. Two…” I flick another bird her way. “You’re not his girlfriend. If anything, you’re barely even his fuck buddy because I haven’t seen you around our apartment for at least six weeks.” Huh.Six weeks?The thought lodges in my brain, but then I see her mouth has screwed up into a nasty snarl and I brace myself for her to call me a fat ‘something.’
Then, her friend spares me by yelling, “Addison, our ride’s here!”
“Let’s just see who he chooses,” she hisses before flouncing off like the grade-A flouncer she is.
“You can have him if he picks you,” I yell at her retreating form. “He wouldn’t be a friend worth keeping otherwise.”
Mid-tantrum, she stomps off but, damn her, tries to get the last shot: “I was doing you a favor with those cheesy fries. Your ass is already as big as that bench.”
“Now I know Zach’s dick has made you dumb. Spatial awareness—get some. Looks like you do remember Zach giving you shit last night. I knew those fries were that memorable.”
Smirking when she finally has no comeback, I watch her drive off. But my smirk soon fades.
Six weeks.
No way.
The problem with being observant is that you learn your best friends’ habits. Even if you have no desire to know anything about them.
Pecan, for example, likes to fuck in public. The number of times I’ve caught him at a party, in our kitchen, hell, outside our front door—his little exhibitionist self has zero boundaries.
Zach, on the other hand, prefers comfort.
Why fuck against a wall when you can get your rocks off in a lush bed?
He also never goes to a girl’s apartment, as he thinks it gives them the wrong idea. Because I’m an early riser, I’m the one who gets to see the live-action walk of shame.
But now that I think about it, there have beennowalks of shame recently.
Is that what’s wrong with his moody ass?
He hasn’t gotten laid?!
Something twists in my stomach.
Something… poisonous.
A friend would tell him to hop onto a bunny just to get over his funk.
A friend wouldn’t be glad that he’d kept his dick in his pants for once…
I bite my lip.
Especially when I think about Callan’s insistence that we’re dating.
We’re not.
We’re just close.
And that’s what makes this dumb crush annoying. I got over it in middle school. There’s no place for it in the here and now.
“That seat’s reserved,” I mutter when someone sits next to me.
“You and whose army is going to stop me from sitting here?”
The audacity of that answer has me gaping at my nails before yanking my head to the side to glower at the stranger.
“You jerk,” I sputter, realizing Zach’s goofing off. Then, I grin. “You won!”
