“I have slept with at least thirty girls, that makes me a legend. How many guys have you willingly slept with?” I like the way he words it.
“Five.” It’s easy. One hand.
“Do you know all their names?”
I nod. “Smalls.” Just once, after what happened to me, I needed him to replace the memories of that night. “Jordan, Mase.” I shudder. They’re two I would rather forget. “And you know the other two.” He stills. He knew about Kalen but I’m not sure if he knew I actually did the deed with Sawyer.
“I can only name one. Lucy. She was my first. After that they were all nameless, and now faceless. Wouldn’t that make me the whore? Fuck what everyone thinks.”
“I don’t care what most people think, but I do care what Kalen thinks. It hurts that he would think I’m a whore and then treat me like one.”
“He doesn’t think that, he is hurt. We have history with Branson. I will have a chat with him. See if I can get him to come around.”
We sit like this for a while and talk. It’s nice; Slate is a lot more gentle than I initially pegged him for.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Amelie
Mr Bolden emailed back my assessment the next day and when I see the B+ grade on my paper, I do a little dance. He tells me to print it and take it to Headmaster Knox.
I get it printed and put both copies in Monty’s pigeonhole. Hopefully we can get it sorted quickly. I don’t need an F on my transcripts.
I didn’t expect Monty to be in his office on a Sunday anyway. I make my way to the dining hall to grab some lunch, hoping Elsie will be done with her practice. I found out she does drama. Another elective I didn’t know was available. This showcase seems to be a bigger deal than I originally thought.
Slate waves me over, placing a hand on Kalen’s shoulder when he tries to get up and move. Onyx throws me a glare.
“Look, it’s the scarlet harlot herself,” Kalen says, raising his voice slightly. “Anyone else want to fuck her? Girl is kinky.”
“Kinky isn’t the word I would use,” I say. “Shit got weird when you started shouting your mum's name.” A smile creeps over his face.
“No weirder than you asking me to call you sis whilst you came all over my dick.”
The entire room has eyes on us. Kalen loses it and pats his lap. Normally, I wouldn’t, but screw it. He pulls me in tight and we both laugh.
“I’m sorry for being a dick,” he says.
“So you should be,” I reply. “Friends again?” I ask.
“We were always more than friends, we’re family, sis.”
“Will you two stop?” Onyx barks.
“Looks like someone is a little jealous. O, it’s not our fault the stick up your ass is wedged too tight.” Onyx huffs at Kalen.
We sit and eat, Elsie joins us and all of the Knox boys refrain from calling her a Vagitarian, which is a start. Onyx gets increasingly agitated but no one else seems to notice.
“Want to go for an early run?” I ask and he nods, looking relieved.
“Onyx and I are going to go for a run. See you all here for dinner.” Kalen pulls me in tighter for a hug.
“I just got you back, I don’t want to share you with my brother just yet.”
“You’ll live,” I say, standing and telling them all goodbye. I notice Onyx is already in his running gear.
“Can we stop at my dorm so I can change?” He nods and we walk in silence.
Onyx follows me up to my room.
