“And how do you know that?"
“You don’t do puck bunnies… That’s more Charlie’s style.” He shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and I cringe.
Though, Chelseaisa puck bunny…I wouldn’t call her one. (But she is. She’s definitely one through and through.)
Chelsea has tried numerous times to hook up with most of the team. She’d been successful more times than I can count but last night I didn’t goallthe way with her.
She offered to give me a blowjob, and I’m not an idiot, so of course I let her give me one—and I’m not afraid of a little cuddle either. How she ended up completely naked, I have no idea.
I run a hand over my face, trying to stall for time, the feeling of my ears heating gives me away more than I want, and I sigh as Jace jumps from his spot on the couch.
“Oh my God! YoufuckedMoaning Myrtle!” he yells, appalled as if he were the one to do anything with Chelsea Myrtle last night.
“I didn’tfuckher!” I try but that just causes more uproar in the room
“She sucked you off!” Charlie claps, laughing like a horse.
Can I die now?Is there a hole for me to crawl into anywhere? I try to hide behind my hands, but Jace Heart has other plans as he pulls them from my face. “Oh, this is gold.” He laughs, patting my cheek, but I swat him away.
The boys had nicknamed her Moaning Myrtle after a five-hour Harry Potter binge. They coined the nickname since both Myrtle’s moaned louder than life…only one of them being a little more bearable than the other.
And we both know which one I’m talking about.
“Oh, shut up, I don’t need to be here for this! I’m going out, I’ll be back by the time the party starts,” I say waving them off as I stalk up the stairs to my room.
Fuck them and their stupid ass laughter. I’m getting donuts. Donuts never make fun of me for my sexual choices
I’dthoughtthat donuts would never make fun of me.
I was wrong.
So verywrong.
Jace decided that healsoneeded to leave out with the excuse of us needing more beer for tonight's party, so he hopped in my passenger seat before I could tell him no. He’d spent the entire ride to The Sugar Hole, the donut shop ten minutes away from our off-campus home, making innuendos about my dick and donut holes.
Leave it to Heart to say something romantic…
Entering The Sugar Hole, we’re immediately met with the sweet aroma of fried dough and happiness. I sigh, content with my new surroundings until Mr. Heart sidles up to me with the biggest shit eating grin known to man.
“Don’t even think about it,” I chuckle, already knowing him and whatever is traveling through his mind.
In the beginning, Jace and I hated one another. Where he was overly loud and talkative, I liked peace and was far less talkative. Though, I think he’s slowlyconverted me into an extrovert like him, I still love my peace. There’s something soothing about being content with yourself and never having to talk to a soul whenever you’re on your own—
“Oh my Goodness, Cleo! Justpickone. We’ve been here forten minutes.” A loud voice that I recognize as Georgia Adams, the fashion chick that was in my English class last semester, yells at her friend who’s dressed in pink from head to toe. She even has a large pink bow in her hair.
What’s up with girls and the color pink? I mean I love red but you don’t see me wearing red twenty-four—
For a second, I lose my breath as the girl in the pink turns to face her friend with a large smile. She has the side-profile of agoddess. Her nose is perfectly sloped with a small stud adorning her nostril. The girl's smile is bright and welcoming…inviting, and I feel like putty as I stare at her while she laughs at her friend.
“But there’s so many options! Look, they have Strawberry Glaze, Pink Truffle… Oh! Is that a Pink Kit-Kat on a donut?! I’ll take two of those,” she says to the woman behind the counter in a sweet tone. I’m so enraptured by her that I don’t notice the blonde devil who’d been with me heading towards her.
What the fuck?
“Now, if I hadn't known any better… I’d say that you’re my best friend. But that would be crazy because Cleo Jones is in New York right now,right?” He taunts her, twirling her ponytail between his fingers, smiling as if heisher best friend andnota stranger.
How the hell does he knowher?
And why haven’t I met her yet?
