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“Are you sure about this?” Michelle asked, glancing around like she thought that someone might be listening in despite the party atmosphere and loud music. “You can still back out.”
“I’m not going to back out. This is what I’ve wanted for years, Michelle. Four years!” If I backed out now I would never forgive myself. I’d feel like a coward. The fact was, if I didn’t make a move on Pike, someone else would. Hell, someone else probably already had. Maybe several someones. There was no way I was going to let anyone else get a chance when I knew I could blow him away and make him forget any other possibility.
Michelle sighed like I was the biggest pain in her ass. Michelle was pretty sassy herself, but only with me. I was the one person she felt comfortable getting like that around, and honestly, I felt really honored that she was so comfortable. Michelle’s friendship wasn’t easily won, and I felt lucky to have earned it.
Especially on a night like tonight when she was going above and beyond to help me get laid.
“I guess I just feel like losing your virginity should be something that you do with someone you’ve dated for a while,” Michelle said.
“That’s why you are adorably old-fashioned and will fall for some very sweet guy who brings you roses every Saturday night,” I replied. “Whereas I will get my brains fucked out by the biggest baddest boy in town. Shall we?”
“Into the valley of death rode the six hundred,” Michelle quoted, like the nerd she was, and then she went to run interference.
The thing was, I couldn’t just make a beeline for Pike, no way. I didn’t want to come across as desperate. And every other girl would be doing that, going for him directly. I had to find a way to stand out and make myself desirable. Make him see that I was an adult now and not just the awkward baby sister of his best friend.
Michelle’s job was first to get Morgan away from Pike—easy enough when she appealed to my brother’s responsible streak and asked him for help with a poor girl who’d had too much to drink and was throwing up—and then to keep all the other women away from Pike so that I had a shot.
My job was then to flirt with every guy around Pike to make him see what he was missing.
Hopefully, after watching me do my thing, seeing me flirt with every guy except for him, taking in my curves and this dress I was wearing, he’d be ready to take me in his arms the second I turned my interest on him.
Fingers crossed and all that.
There were a bunch of college guys around Pike—there always were people around him. He drew people to him constantly, holding court almost, telling story after entertaining story or egging people on into crazy adventures.
I slid up to one of them—I didn’t know any of their names and didn’t care to—and said, “Hey, handsome, would you mind getting me a drink? I’m having a hard time fighting through the crowd.” I pouted at him, squeezing his bicep to demonstrate how big and strong I thought he looked.
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” The guy winked at me and inwardly I rolled my eyes, although I also couldn’t blame him—it wasn’t like I was being all that subtle.
It was way easier than I’d thought it would be to flirt. I hadn’t ever really done much flirting, in high school. I hadn’t wanted to. Why should I, when the one person I genuinely wanted wasn’t even in my school and I couldn’t have him? Why bother with anyone else? It would’ve felt like lying to flirt with others when I didn’t really want them and had no intention of it going anywhere. I wasn’t going to play with anyone’s affections that way.
But I had watched everyone around me flirting. High school was truly a whirlwind of insane hormones. And it turned out, I had picked up a few things after all. It was easy to do this whole flirting thing, and soon I had all the boys eating out of the palm of my hand.
My dress probably helped with that, honestly.
I could see Pike watching me, interest glowing in his eyes. His dark blond hair was starting to flop into his face, his cheeks a bit flushed as he sipped on spiked punch. I appreciated that he wasn’t chugging beer after beer—I didn’t want to take advantage of someone who was intoxicated. But he still looked a bit tipsy as he finally approached me.
“You ever going to settle on one guy?” he asked me, his voice low and rough, sending shivers up my spine. “Or are you going to keep dangling all of them on a string the entire time?”
