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I need to stay far away from her, not only for my sake but for hers.
I pass the line of football players, each of them puffing out their chests and doing their best to appear intimidating. I find it funny that as I continue moving towards them, each and every one of them pussy out. Even with their numbers, not one of them is willing to start something. They know that no matter what, we don’t lose wars. We start them and we end them every fucking time.
The footballers tuck their balls between their legs and slink away while I try to hold back a grin. There’s no better feeling in this world than having the fuckers in your life knowing they’ll never beat you. Call me a cocky bastard, but I know it’s true.
I make my way through the back door of the house and instantly have someone holding a new beer out to me. I take it without bothering to know where it came from and continue on my way before popping the cap and tossing it over my shoulder.
A hand falls to my chest as a petite blonde steps in my way. I let out a frustrated groan as I look down at the preppy cheerleader. “What the hell do you want, Phoenix?”
Her hand slides across to my shoulder and travels down until she’s gripping my hand. “Let’s dance.”
I shake my head, pulling my hand out of hers. “Baby, you and me; it was just an easy fuck. We’re not a thing.”
“Come on,” Phoenix says, stepping into me and attempting to press her tits up against my chest. I can’t help but look down. Phoenix has a nice rack and if she’s putting them out there to be seen, then I’m not going to look away. “Would you rather go upstairs?”
Lifting my hand, I trail my fingers across her collarbone before brushing them down the curve of her tit and taking her waist. Phoenix sucks in an excited breath as I pull her in closer.
She raises her chin, waiting.
I lean in close, letting her feel my body up against hers, knowing how desperately she wants it. Her tongue snakes out of her mouth, licking her lips in anticipation. I look into her eyes as her hand travels back up my body, coming to a rest against my chest.
A smirk crosses my lips and I let her see the intimidation in my eyes that instantly has her shrinking back. “I said no.”
I step around her, lifting my beer to my lips as I go. Phoenix squeals out behind me and a chuckle bubbles up my throat. “Fine,” she yells. “Have it your way, but I’m sure you’ll be regretting it when I’m fucking one of your friends tonight.”
I look back over my shoulder and laugh. “In that case, give Tyson a shot. He’s pretty loose tonight. I’m sure he’ll take pity on you and slip one in. He’s all for the desperate ones.”
Her face flames in anger as she clenches her teeth and huffs, but I honestly can’t be fucked wasting my time with it. Besides, I really need to take a piss and that shit is definitely more important than spending another second with Phoenix the walking STD.
I bypass the line waiting for the bathroom and step in front of the door just as it opens. I cut the line and barge my way through, making the three girls inside squeal and hurry out, though they’re more than welcome to stay.
After taking care of business and somehow misplacing my beer, I head back to the kitchen counter to find myself a new one. As I reach for a beer, a body is slammed into me and I look down at the girl to find Courtney’s best friend grinning up at me and her other friend laughing at the way she’s making a fool of herself. I’m pretty sure their names are Brylee and Brooke, but I could be wrong. All I know is that these are the girls who are usually hanging around Tora and Courtney.
“Whoops,” Brylee laughs, grabbing hold of me to stop herself from tumbling anywhere else.
Brooke steps around the other side of the table, grabbing shot glasses as she goes. “Here,” she says, slamming a glass down in front of me and then Brylee. “Let’s do shots.”
Courtney appears out of fucking nowhere, stumbling into Brylee’s side as she loops her arms through hers. She grabs the Vodka bottle and tears off the lid. “Are we doing shots, or what?” she calls over the loud music.
She doesn’t wait for a response before lifting the bottle to her lips and taking a swig. Brooke and Brylee cheer right along with her and I gape at Courtney as though I’m seeing some kind of stranger.
She’s fucking wasted. Who would have ever known that good girl Courtney had it in her?
