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“Looks a lot more like biology,” Landry retorts.
Then Blake’s hands dart out to pull the nearest pillow into his lap, presumably in an attempt to cover up the evidence of our chemistry. Landry’s eyes widen at the same time his nostrils flare, and I swear the next move he makes will be an attempt on Blake’s life.
“It’s not what it looks like, I swear,” Blake says, shifting his position and lifting his hands innocently.
“Oh, so you weren’t just making a move on my sister? In herbed?”
“She stuck her finger with a pin, and I was just trying to help.” He shakes his head and exhales loudly. “You know what, forget this. I’m out.” He turns to grab his backpack and begins stuffing his things into it while I glare at him angrily.
“Hold on, you’re not thinking you’re just going to leave me to do this project alone, are you?” I pose with my hands on my hips.
“I’ll start working on it tonight and hand it over to you to finish it off.”
“Finish what off, now?” Landry demands, but we ignore him.
“Okay, but you still can’t abandon me to deal with this asshat on my own. I didn’t initiate any of that just now,” I say, fuming.
“Hey, first of all, you should be thanking this asshat for pulling Mom-duty tonight,” Landry begins. “I’m supposed to be out with Carli Mayeaux, doing whatever the hell it was you two were about to do, yet I ended up having to keep Mom from washing down her prescription cocktail with a fifth of vodka again,” Landry yells. “Then I got stuck putting her to bed. Meanwhile, you have the nerve to bring a freakingBourgeoisin here to screw around!”
“Ugh, Landry, just—get OUT!” I scream and throw the nearest thing I can find—a copy ofTwilight—at his head. It flutters around before it hits him, lessening the dramatic effect. Then I snatch the pillow Blake was holding before and toss that too.
Landry simply bats the pillow down. “I’ll leave onceheleaves.”
“You’re not my daddy, you know. I can take care of myself and ward off any unwanted advances on my own.” I turn back to Blake, who’s frozen, half-hunched over with one strap of his bag slung over his shoulder. Then I fling the back of my hand at his groin, and he lets out a strangled cry and doubles over at the contact.
Holy Moly, THAT is obviously NOT his fatal flaw.
Ugh, shut up, stupid hormonal teenage brain.
“That’ll teach you to keep your hands to yourself, Gus-Gus,” I say as he sinks down onto my bed, his eyes crossing. Then I turn back to Landry to make my point. “See, I’m fine. Perfectly capable of fending off any creeps. Now, get the hell out.”
“Yeah, thanks, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to use my guy again after this,” Blake mumbles in the background, and I jab an elbow back at his ribs, eliciting another grunt. “You’re going to pay for that one, Reed,” he whispers angrily, and I feel the corner of my mouth tilt up.
“This door stays open,” Landry grunts. “And this isn’t over, Bourgeois.” He steps back, tapping his chest.
Blake straightens and nods haughtily at Landry. “You know exactly where to find me if you ever want to make good on all those empty threats.”
Landry huffs. “Yeah, yeah, still up my dad’s crack like the little kiss-ass you are?”
Blake shrugs then bounces a few times from his seat at the edge of the mattress. “Nah, man, I’m a little busy hanging out in your sister’s bed these days.”
“Lo, you’d better get a handle on your freaking boyfriend before I kill him,” I hear Landry say through his teeth.
“What the hell, dude?” I turn to Blake, expecting to see him just as ready to fight, but instead he’s smirking at me.
Then he leans over and whispers next to my ear, and I curse myself for shivering again. “That’s what you get for hitting me in the junk. Although we could have come up with another one of your arrangements if you were that desperate for an excuse to feel me up.”
I scoff and shove a bag of straws at his chest. “Get out, Blake,” I order. “I mean it.”
He presses his lips together, looking slightly remorseful. “Fine.”
How Blake manages to bypass my brother on the way out the door, I’ll never know. He glances back at me from over his shoulder, and I curse the fluttering I feel in my stomach as he shakes his head and walks away.
CHAPTER 11
Blake
“You are so freaking mid, dude,”Ethan yells as he hops out of JD’s truck, slinging his gun over his shoulder.
