“Use what?”
“His vulnerability. Maybe he’s all self-conscious about being your pool boy, and you can make himfeel better.”
“How do you make everything sound dirty?”
“How are you not hot to screw him? He’s cute.”
“So… I’m supposed to want to screw him just because he’s cute?”
“Yes!”
“No,” Larissa said flatly.
The two of them were like the devil and the angel on my shoulders.
In personality, Shay and Larissa were even more opposite than they looked. Like polar opposite. Without Angie here to balance things out, it could get weird.
Sometimes I wondered how Shay and Larissa stayed friends, but despite the fact that they rarely agreed on anything, they were weirdly tight.
“Plus, Brittney What’s-Her-Face from my dance class says he’s got a big, fat dick,” Shayla informed me, “so there’s that.”
“Ew,” Larissa said, and sipped her drink.
“What do you mean, ‘ew’?” Shayla demanded. “He’s hot.”
“He’s Courteney’s neighbor. I’ve known him too long.”
“Me too,” I said.
“Bullshit. You can’t be hot for a guy just because you’ve known him for a long time?” Shay challenged. “How long have you been with Jason?”
Larissa shrugged. “Three years.”
“I rest my case.”
“Heisin love with you,” Larissa told me. “He asked Jay about you when they ran into each other the other day. I think he’s hoping to get invited over for a pool party.”
“He sooo wants to see you in a bikini again,” Shayla said. “Why don’t you just throw him a bone already? Let him suck on your boobs or something. You never get any action.”
Okay. Now she could shut up.
I shoved a bowl of snacks at her. “Fill your mouth hole.”
“Mmm. Cheesy poofs.” She picked one up and bit off the tip suggestively. “Speaking of never getting any action…” she said, and I did not like that glint in her eye. “Who do you think he fucks?” She flicked her flat-ironed hair toward my brother’s end of the house. “He never leaves the house, right?”
“So?”
“So… Don’t tell me he never gets laid. He’s gor-geous. Do you think he like, calls women over and sneaks them into his secret lair for quickies or something?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered.
“But do you think—”
“I don’tcare.”
“Hmm. I’m telling you, though. You don’t go from being a rock star to never having your dick sucked—”
“Shayla. Don’t talk about her brother like that,” Larissa said. “It’s disrespectful. You’re on his property, enjoying his pool.”
