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“Don’t worry, I won’t,” she called once she was outside. “Besides, it’s just June!” she added with a smile before walking to the park entrance where presumably “June” would pick her up.
Once she was out of sight, Jason and I gawked at each other again.
“What the fuck,” was all he could manage.
“What the fuck is right,” I ground out between gritted teeth. “Our girl is going on a date with another dude? To seeInsidious 2?” I asked. “Who is this fuckwad? And what kind of name is Jock, anyways?”
Jason snorted.
“Dude is a motherfucker of the worst sort. Ten feet tall, pumped up on steroids, he’s dealing that shit to other guys too. It’s bad, I see him working out in the gym and he’s got veins popping out of his forehead, he’s on so much juice.”
I shook my head. Central High is a fancy high school where kids have access to everything, and it wasn’t surprising that kids with too much money were using drugs. But shit, dealing that stuff? What the fuck was Katy thinking?
Jason just shook his head again.
“I don’t think she knows,” he rumbled. “Katy’s pretty innocent and doesn’t get around in those circles, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she thought he was a meathead and nothing else.”
Warning bells were going off in my brain now. There was no way a monster like Jock wanted just a couple kisses from Katy. In fact, having once been a horny eighteen year-old myself, I knew exactly what the movies were for: making out with a sweet, succulent girl, petting her pussy, maybe slipping a couple fingers inside.
So I grabbed my jacket and keys, face set in a mask.
“Where are you going?” rumbled Jason.
I fixed him with a hard look.
“You think I’m gonna let that fucker feel our girl up? Fuck no,” I ground out, expression grim.
Jason grabbed his jacket as well, just as incensed, but he was more practical.
“What, are we gonna see the movie as well? Make it a ‘double date’ with Katy and her dude?”
Hearing the word “date” made my guts scream, my brain pound with agony knowing that my girl was in a romantic situation with another man. But I shook my head, expression tight.
“Naw, I’m just gonna sit in the parking lot, make sure everything’s kosher,” I said as calmly as I could, like I was actually thinking straight.
Of course, it was a total lie because sitting in the parking lot wasn’t going to do any good. I mean, fuck, this Jock asshole could be mauling her inside and we wouldn’t even know, waiting in the truck cab like losers. But both of us were so intent on keeping tabs on our best girl that we jumped into the car, squealing onto the road, barreling towards the theater.
Fortunately, the drive did us good, gave us some time to cool off. Maybe it was the cold night air blasting as we sailed down the street or the soothing rumble of the engine, but I got a good dose of oxygen and was able to clear my head. As we squealed into the theater parking lot, my brain was screwed on straight once more, my pulse going at a normal pace.
Jason had calmed too because he turned to me and growled, “Listen, we can’t just sit out here for three hours like a bunch of losers. But we can’t both go in either, it’d be way too obvious.”
I grunted. That was true.
“I’ll go in,” Jason proposed, pulling his hood over his head. “I’ll keep an eye on them while they’re in the theater, and you sit out here and wait. That way Katy’s always in our line of vision, she’s always safe.”
And I watched amazed as Jason got out of the car, stooping his shoulders, crouching so that his big frame shrunk in on itself. Holy shit, but this guy was a master of disguise. From the back I would have thought that he was a sixty year-old senior, hobbling through the parking lot, a lonely guy out for a movie by himself.
So I tried to relax, leaning back in the cab, forcing my muscles to unclench and release. Gazing out the window, I could see that the parking lot was pretty much empty with just a few cars here and there, the vast concrete space lit up by fluorescent lights. And the irony of the situation struck me then. I was an alpha male who’d taken females for thirty years now. I’ve always been irresistible to the ladies, and even the waitress at the diner today had been all over me, sighing and gasping before scribbling her number on the receipt. I’d glanced at it, crumpling it in my fist without a second thought. No way the middle-aged server could hold a candle to my beautiful teen because it was like comparing a blob to a rose in bloom. There was no contest, period.
But that was the crazy part about this. I had women coming out of my ears, women begging for my information, begging to spend time with me, to feel my body up against theirs, petting their sweet holes. And yet, here I was, waiting in a truck cab, alone on a Tuesday night, as Katy watched a movie with another man. No, it was worse than that. I sat like a loser in the car as my comrade-in-arms, Jason, literally stalked her on her date with another man, both of us wound up and anxious like nervous boyfriends biting our nails.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was a king of men, a champion, and yet here I was like a desperate dog, relegated to the backseat as Katy went out and enjoyed herself.
I shook my head again, weary, pinching the bridge of my nose. But what the fuck. What I was doing was right, I could feel it in my gut. I’d seen the slight shadow of doubt in the brunette’s eyes when we talked in the diner, discussed what could be, what might be, what the three of us wanted. And I didn’t blame Katy for having doubts because she was young, her life was only just unfolding, and she didn’t have any experience under her belt. How can you know what you want without sampling the world first, without dipping your toes into a couple different pools?
After all, I’d had an opportunity to live my life already. I was a forty-five year-old dude who’d been with dozens of women, heck, probably over a hundred in the last thirty years, and fuck, but Katy was the best of them, sweet, sassy, so beautiful, and sharp as a tack too.
But she didn’t know that, nor did she know that the world can be harsher than it seems. Katy was just a naïve eighteen year-old, and as far as I knew, had never even had a steady boyfriend. Definitely she’d never been physical before Jason and I rolled along, so for her to have doubts, questions about our threesome was natural. Besides, it would only be a matter of time before she saw how ruthless real life is, how often the goods are damaged, how things don’t turn out the way you expect.
