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“You wish, asshat!” Brax laughs, throwing a piece of sausage at his brother who sits across from us. “You just think you’re better because you score the goals. But the real heroes of any game are the defense!”
“Blah, blah, blah.” Jace smiles at his brother, then looks at me with a wink. “We will go with that to save your ego.”
“Jace!” A high-pitched squeal has me rubbing my temples as the brunette from last night runs into the room, pom-poms in hand. “Where did you go last night? The girls,” she drops the pompoms to push her more than adequate cleavage closer to her chin, “missed you.”
“Mindy,” Jace doesn’t stop eating or even look at her, “we told you the score. If you want to be able to stay in this house, don’t push it.”
I look from Jace to Mindy, of course, her name would be Mindy. Cause everyone needs a Mindy, right? What kind of pull do the boys have that they could get Mindy kicked out of the house?
Her lip curls out, trembling slightly as her eyes well with tears and I want to laugh or clap at her acting skills, but I stay quiet, watching to see her next play at the boys. Obviously, with how both Whore Barbie and Perky Barbie act, my boys—no! Not my boys!—the twins are a hot commodity on campus.
“Okay. Is there anything you need while I am up? More coffee? Some… what the hell is this?” her voice goes from wheedling to something that oozes disgust. “Where is the cantaloupe? The cottage cheese? Whole-grain English muffins? I can’t eat this, this, glorified cafeteria food!”
I snicker at her outrage, “Do you know where the kitchen is?” I ask her, knowing full well she does, but like Whore Barbie she feels a sense of entitlement. If I remember right, her last name is Winchester. The same name as our illustrious governor. So, yeah, spoiled.
She shoots a glare at me before flouncing to sit next to Jace, though the space between the two of them is paper thin. “Jace-baby?”
He shrugs her off and I have to smile at his discomfort. Though, it quickly turns to a frown when she switches her attention to Brax. “Brax-baby. You never came in last night, either.” While it is a statement, it almost sounds like a question.
“Nope, I didn’t. You know the rules as well as every other girl on campus. Neither of us dip a wick twice, so find some other jock monkey to hang off of.” Brax doesn’t even look up from his plate of food as he shovels the last few bites in. “Jace, ready? Coach will make us do extra laps if we are late.”
“Yep,” he stuffs the last piece of bacon in his mouth before turning to me. “Thanks. It was good but next time–”
“I know, I know. Less grease, more fruit, and fiber. In other words, bland, boring food.” I wave at them with a piece of bacon. It might kill me to cook that way every meal. I’m a culinary major. Food is my happy place and my goal is to make others happy with food.
Hmm. That is an idea. Meal plans for the athlete that are healthy but flavorful. Challenge accepted.
“Oh, Carbie? It’s our turn to host the party tonight. Please make sure that preparations are made,” Lilli coos at me, waving her fingers as she walks out of the dining room.
Pushing my chair back, I quickly stand. “Lilli!” I yell, racing to catch her. “Parties are not in my job description. If you leave it to me, your groupies will be sorely disappointed.”
Sliding into the hallway, I grab the blonde’s perky ponytail, not feeling any satisfaction at the screech-owl sound she makes. Unfortunately, I didn’t think through her response as she spins around, ripping her ponytail out of my hand and bitch slaps me across the face. Holding my hand to my hot cheek, I look at her in shock before my body is moving, my hands outstretched, wrapping around her slim throat as my foot stomps down on her foot, making sure to shift my weight so that most of it is resting on her foot. Her nails claw at my arms but I don’t let up as she starts to turn red. My knee lifts as I pull her towards me, trying to knee her in the stomach.
Suddenly, muscular arms grip me around the waist, pulling me away from Lilli as Jace grabs her, separating us.
“What the hell is going on here?” Brax yells, voice raised loud enough to make me wince.
I refuse to answer as all this bitch has done for the past eighteen hours is make my life hell with her spiteful orders, name-calling, and attitude. And I might be a bit embarrassed. Here I am supposed to be the mature, responsible one, and not a day into my job, I’m creating a scene.
“She grabbed my ponytail!” Whore Barbie screeches.
Rolling my eyes, I push Brax’s arms away so I can cross my own arms across my chest. “I didn’t mean to. I was trying to stop you and meant to grab your shoulder,” I explain, purposefully leaving an apology out. Petty, yeah, but I’m feeling salty right now.
“Look!” Jace runs a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated. “We all have places to be right now. Lilli, you know you are pushing… hey! You never gave us your name.”
I grimace at him and shrug. “Don’t you guys have to get to practice? Something about running extra laps if you’re late?” I deflect his question and pray that Whore Barbie thinks my name is Carbie.
“Shit!” Brax swears and I can feel him moving past me. “Lilli, you and the girls deal with the party. Leave…whatever her name is out of it.” With that, the twins rush out the door, Lilli follows them but not before scowling at me.
“Hey!” a soft voice behind me distracts me from eyeballing the scratches down my arms. I look over my shoulder to see Mindy standing there. “Lilli can be…intense.”
“You mean a bitch?” I ask, only to see her shrug, looking anywhere but at me. “Won’t be the first or last time I deal with one.” I make my way back into the dining room, sighing at the mess. House rules state that the daily chores are everyone’s responsibility, but clearly, the twins and Lilli have no plans to help clean up from breakfast.
Piling plates together, I grab as much as I can and head toward the kitchen. Mindy follows me, carrying some glasses. “You know, a tub or cart would make this easier,” she observes.
Raising an eyebrow at her, I set my dishes down and then grab some of the glasses before she drops them. Cleaning broken glass up is not on my to-do list today.
“Waitress for three summers and you learn a few tricks.” is her only response and I have to agree, though I am surprised that with her family she had such a normal high school job.
