Jennifer leaned even closer. Another six inches and she’d have been across the table and sitting on my lap. “Are you going to . . .?” she paused and looked around us again. “You know,” she asked, winking and making a strange face.
“No. I don’t think I do know,” I said.
She moved her finger to her lips and pushed back and forth, an extremely poor attempt at imitating a blow job. She pointed at me and then back to her mouth, this time opening her lips a bit. “To Hastings if he wants you to?”
I knew what she was asking but this was far too much fun to stop messing with her. “Kiss him?” I asked.
She shook her head, pursing her lips. “No. The other thing,” she whispered, turning a wonderful shade of red. This was fun.
“French kiss him?” I asked.
Her shoulders fell and she huffed out a breath. “Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Cooper. It’s the one thing all of you boys want.” This time she pushed her finger further into her mouth and pulled it back out, repeating the movement a few times.
I saw Hastings walking up behind her so I gave him a look that said,hold on, check this out.
“Oh, that?” I asked, pretending I was shocked. “Not me.”
Hastings leaned around her. “What are you doing, Miss Perfect?” he asked, leering at her. “Apparently I’ve been missing out.” He looked across at me. “You taking lessons?”
“Gross,” Jen shrieked. “I’d never. Oh my God. No way.”
He laid a hand on her shoulder. “Calm down. We hear ya, cheer queen. You’d never. How about you, Cooper?”
I wanted to saynot with you, perv,but my options were getting even more limited.
“Just kidding,” he added, swiping my tot and plunking it in his mouth.
You’re kinda gross.
“I’m saving myself,” Jennifer stated.
“Even if Hill moves on?” he questioned. “Because I doubt he’ll wait, Mother Mary.”
“Have youevenseen me?” she asked, adjusting her top and dragging her fingers across her breasts. She dragged them up her neck to her chin, then placed her thumb and middle finger along the edges of her mouth lustfully. “Trust me, he’ll wait.”
“Damn, girl,” he declared. “Holy fuuuccckkk.I’llwait.”
It was at that moment that I began to see Michael Hastings as something he claimed he wasn’t. Straight. And not only that. He wanted to be the new Mr. Jennifer James.
“Where’s your other boyfriend?” Hastings asked, gesturing to me. “Heard he skipped school,” he added.
“Don’t know,” I muttered.
“You hear that, Jennifer? Cooper doesn’t know where Mike Hill is. Guess I don’t have to be jealous anymore.”
After the morning I had, I’d reached my limit of BS. “You know something, Hastings,” I began. “You can F off.”
He covered his mouth and fake gasped. “No fucking way,” he said. He walked around the table and leaned over me, placing his palm to my forehead. “You okay, rebel?”
I pushed his hand away and gave him a nasty look. “Why are you such a dick?”
“Cooper!” Jennifer gasped. “You cussed. You don’teversay naughty words.”
“Well, fuck that,” I stated, sliding off of the bench seat. “And fuck you, Hastings.”
I took three steps away and stopped, then walked back and got in his face. “Besides, I want a meal, not a snack,” I hissed. “And I wouldn’t suck your needle dick if you were the last guy on this planet. And don’t pick me up for prom either.”
“But, Cooper,” Jennifer begged. “You gotta go. We’re double dating and we all match.”
