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The poor girl cries harder and runs from the room. Colt’s hyena laugh fills the room as he makes his way back to me.
“You’re welcome.” He winks and a shit-eating grin breaks out across his face.
“Screw you.”
“No thank you, you had your chance and blew it. I now have my sights on a perky strawberry blonde, if I can ever get Blayne out from between her thighs. I swear we are taught how to share in kindergarten, but obviously, she didn’t get the memo.”
I laugh, imagining Blayne cock-blocking Colt. “So, is it just you two and Sinclair, or your whole team?”
“A man never kisses and tells; you’ll have to ask her. But can you also ask her to let me eat her pussy? I beg you.”
“I’m not doing that, it’s weird.”
“How is that weird? You’re friends. Girls talk about sex and compare notes.”
I shake my head at him. Creed starts to talk about what we need to record down, and Colt drops the pussy subject for now. I’m sure he'll harass me again at some point.
***
The last class of the day is English. Sinclair’s in my class and so is Summer and a couple of her guys, though we are seated in rows of three and she ditched her guys after we made up. The bell rings and I sigh in relief. I’m glad this day is over.
“No way did Colt ask you to ask me that.” Sinclair says, rolling her eyes.
“I wouldn’t bet on that,” Summer pipes in. “I have to live with them and Blayne and Colt are always fighting about something.”
“I wouldn’t call what they do fighting,” Leland, one of Summer's guys I can actually stand, says leaning over her desk. “It’s more like healthy competition.”
“Do you have any plans tonight?” Sinclair asks changing the subject.
“The guys have presents they want to give me and Kai was up half of the night making me a cake.”
“Is it edible?” Sinclair asks with a laugh, wrinkling her nose.
I shrug. “I’m about to find out.”
We all pack up our stuff and head out. Exiting the room, I find Kai leaning against the wall directly opposite the classroom. He pushes off and meets me halfway.
“Ready for cake?” he asks.
I nod, and Kai takes my hand as he struts down the hall. This whole being the only one to be able to hold my hand in public is getting to his head. Sinclair and Jimmie grilled me about it today at lunch before Kai joined us. I told them we are taking it slow, seeing where things go. They were both happy for me.
The drive home was quiet. I have been driving Boston’s car since he can’t leave the house. Is he pleased that I’m taking his car? No. Am I purposefully taking it every day to annoy him? Yes.
I pull into the long driveway and leave the car just to the side of the front entry in front of the window, just so it annoys him a little more that the car isn’t in the temperature controlled garage with the rest of the vehicles. I avoid the garage here because Creed’s hearse is weird as fuck and gives me the creeps. Go figure, I can cut a body but the car that transports dead people is what freaks me out.
Kai parks beside me as I grab my backpack from the passenger seat. “You know he's going to blow a gasket really soon over his car,” Kai muses as I slide from my seat.
“Yup,” I say, popping the P. “It’s why I keep doing it. I might have missed his bossy ass. I plan to go to his house and get his red Jordans.”
Kai chuckles. “He is going to strangle you.”
“I hope so.”
We both walk into the front door and pause. There are balloons everywhere lining the floor, and helium ones dancing across the ceiling. “What the fuck!”
Kai shrugs–the look of confusion on his face tells me this isn’t something that he had planned. We drop our keys on the foyer table by the front door and move through the balloons, kicking them out of our way. Upon entering the living room, we find Case and Laughn standing on chairs, their backs to us while they hang a banner that says ‘Happy Birthday’.
Boston appears out of nowhere and his front presses up against my back. “Are you trying to piss me off?” he whispers in my ear.
