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“Stoner.”
“Slacker.”
“So, what did you do?” she asked, batting a cloud of smoke away. “To get sent to the doghouse?” She sucked in a sharp breath before I could answer and hissed, “Please tell me you didn’t cheat on her? Because that girl is amazing and you need to marry her.”
“The fuck?” I narrowed my eyes and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “No, Jesus, I didn’t cheat on her. I don’t cheat, Shan.”
“Sorry.” She shrugged sheepishly. “It’s just… Well, when I was at BCS, I used to hear a lot of the girls in the bathroom talking about you and your, uh, well, your bedroom skills.”
“My bedroom skills,” I snorted. “Jesus Christ. Girls are fucked up.”
“Girls are fucked up,” my little sister wholeheartedly agreed. “I don’t understand them at all.”
“You know, they say fellas talk, but it’s the other way around,” I complained. “Girls talk.” I twisted my head to find her staring wide-eyed back at me. “Girls do a lot of fucking talking, Shan.”
“Yeah, I know.” She sighed.
“You know, most of what they say is pure bullshit,” I decided to add, feeling salty. “I’ve only been in one girl’s bedroom.”
Her eyes widened. “So, you’ve only been with one girl?”
“I’ve only been in one girl’s bedroom,” I doubled down and repeated.
“Joey.” My sister narrowed her eyes. “That’s not the same thing.”
“Like you can talk,” I shot back, giving her back her earlier words. “How’d you get on in Mister Rugby’s bedroom the other week? I’m guessing this little day trip home from school has something to do with him?”
“Wh-what?”
“Don’t pull that shy card on me.” I chuckled. “I can read ya like a book.”
She nestled under my arm and sighed heavily. “I didn’t come home early because of Johnny.”
I stiffened. “Then who?”
“Bella Wilkinson.”
“What did she do?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Shannon replied, shaking her head. “Forget it.”
Frowning, I turned to look at her. “Did she hurt you?”
“No.”
“Call you names or something?”
She stiffened.
“So, she called you names?”
She nodded.
“What did she call you?”
“The usual,” she admitted quietly. “And then she made fun of me for coming from Elk’s Terrace.”
“Fucking bitch,” I growled, taking another deep drag before sitting up, feeling my temper rise. “You get why these girls target you, don’t ya?”
