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She gives me a look that tells me she wants to take her pencil and stab me in the throat before whipping her gaze forward, deciding to ignore me instead, something she’s been doing a lot here lately. She only speaks to me when she absolutely has to. And by that, I mean, when I’ve irritated her to the point that she can’t bite that wicked tongue of hers for a second longer.
“So, this date of yours...” The professor isn’t here yet, might as well make small talk while we wait.
She purses her lips but doesn’t look in my direction.
“He must be a real dud, if you’re the best he can do.” I sink further into my seat, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “Or maybe he has a thing for girls with no tits who look like they aren’t a day over twelve.” I laugh to myself, seeing that I’m getting to her. Of course, I don’t mean a word of it. I just want her to talk to me, distract me, make me forget about the bullshit weighing on my shoulders heavier than it should. “That’s it, he must be a pedophile.”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up...” Her heated gaze cuts to me, her hands gripping the edge of the desk like she’s physically trying to restrain herself from lunging at me.
“What? You’re going to beat me with your baby fists?” I hold my hands up to my face, feigning fear.
“You forget.” She grinds her back molars together. “I know where you sleep. Keep it up and you just might wake up to find that joke you call a penis detached from your body.”
“If you ever got close enough to see that joke of a penis you’re referring to, it would change your life, baby girl.”
“You mean because of how small it is?” A humorless smile tugs at her lips.
“Trust me, it’s far from small. Your hymen would burst just looking at it.”
“That would be insinuating that I still have a hymen.”
I drop my head back on a deep laugh. Hernotbeing a virgin is about as likely as mebeinga virgin. Which we all know is definitelynotthe case. Given that at the ripe old age of thirteen, I lost my virginity to Tanya Seltzer, a girl two years my senior, in the gymnasium bathroom after a basketball game of all places.
“Don’t play, B, we both know you’ve never had sex.” Laughter continues to silently shake my shoulders.
“Hmm...do we?” She taps her chin dramatically. “Maybe you should call your boy Wesley and ask him just how many times Ihaven’thad sex.”
The fuck?
She catches me off guard with this little snippet of information.
“Wesley Ryder?”
“He had his dick in me so many times last year that I lost count.” She grins wickedly.
“Fuck you. You did not sleep with Wesley Ryder.”
“And why is it that you think that?”
“For one, there’s no fucking way you two kept that shit secret, especially if it was more than once. And two, you’re not his type.”
“No? Maybe you should call him and ask him how much I’mnothis type. Or should I call for you?”
I’m not sure if I’m pissed, shocked, impressed, or a little bit of all three. Wesley fucking Ryder... I don’t see it. Then again, I do remember he used to stare at her all the time. It used to piss me off, if I’m being honest. I just figured he thought she was hot. Never in a million years did it cross my mind that he was fucking her.
My brain jumps back to all the times Wesley would crash at her house with Brennon. Is that why it seemed like he was there every fucking weekend senior year? Was he fucking her that whole time? And wait... that one time when we were both staying over and I caught him in the hallway in the middle of the night all sweaty and he made up some bullshit about not being able to sleep so he went for a run. Was he actually coming back from fucking Barlow? Was I so convinced that she was that innocent that I didn’t even think to question that bullshit excuse?
My mind is fucking blown right now.
“Oh, you better fucking believe I’m going to be calling him. And you better hope for your sake that you’re lying right now, because I have a feeling Wesley Ryder is going to be in for the ass kicking of a lifetime when Brennon finds out.”
Her face instantly pales, confirming that not only is she telling the truth but that she hadn’t considered the consequences of her spilling their little secret.
“You... Atlas, you can’t... Please don’t tell Brennon.” She’s uncharacteristically flustered which, I have to admit, looks cute on her.
“Why not?”
“Because... If you had a sister would you want her knowing who you slept with?”
