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He said nothing, his cheek still in my direction. If I didn’t kiss him, something bad would definitely be happening.
This son of a bitch.
I fought myself from cringing when I pitched forward, and though I brushed a kiss on his stubbled cheek, I kept my lips tight. I made it quick too, and I probably could have broken a record.
“Have a nice day,” he said, those dark eyes doing their familiar dance. He’d won today, and the audience with their jaws dropped around us told both of us that. He got me to submit to him in public, put on a show for his loyal followers. He tipped his chin. “Remember, ten o’clock. It’s a pool party, so wear that suit I like.”
Thelookshit double time then, my stomach twisting, tightening. I rushed off the bus, but the next thing I knew, I was catching the next. I’d be skipping history class today.
I had a bathing suit to shop for.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Ares
“The fuck you going on about?”
My best friend Dorian sat back after what he said, our other two best friends Thatcher and Wells nearby. Thatch and Wells had been preoccupied by their dates before what D said, but the moment the tone changed, they looked at us.
“Out.” Thatcher basically pushed his blonde off his lap, the chick in a string bikini and really playing up tonight’s angels and demons theme. Her little halo bounced when her head cocked, her pouty lips tsking at my boy. Thatch rolled his eyes. “I won’t tell your ass again. I said out, so get the fuck out.”
The sad thing was this girl would probably still end up sucking my buddy’s dick tonight. He just had it like that, and though he was a freshman, he owned this mother fucking frat we were currently partying in.
This was Legacy’s party house, ours by association with Thatch. We all did what we wanted on this campus, Thatcher’s frat house included.
The girl Thatch pushed off his lap huffed, and Wells directed his dude to head off in the same way.
“You too,” he’d said, dismissive about it before drawing off his beer. Bro was savage considering he’d already let the guy fist his cock tonight.
But these hookups were a dime a dozen to us, and odds were, that guy would be back quicker than the blonde. Wells was certainly a love-them-and-leave-them type guy, and since he hooked up with both guys and girls, they often fought each other over him.
And that was this kid in his freshman year.
The guy Wells had been entertaining was dressed as a demon tonight, and Wells definitely didn’t move his feet to let him pass. Again, savage. Wells frowned at me. “Yeah, what the fuck are you talking about?”
I may have been more intimidated by my friends ganging up on me had they all not been wearing fucking costumes. The “angels and demons” thing had been decided last minute for the pool party’s theme. It was something I’d texted Fawn about, and Wells asked his question with a set of wings strapped to his fucking back. He’d gone full white with them to match his hair, his swim trunks black like the rest of ours, and needless to say, we’d all laughed our fucking asses off at him. Fucker actually thought himself angelic, and though D and I were dressed as angels too, there wasn’t anything pure about us. I had black wings pinned down by a harness, and D’s looked like they’d been razor-bladed off. My sister, Sloane, had helped him with that, using charcoal to create haggard lines on his back. The illusion had ended up being pretty sick, and I wished Thatcher had taken a few tips. Dude showed up like a demon, and his horns basically reached the ceiling of any room he entered.
They were extra as fuck, like him, and Dorian, Wells, and I took every opportunity we could to hang shit off of them. Socks, condoms, the whole nine yards, but the laughter of all that was obviously over. I flicked a card from a deck I’d shuffled at a trash can, bored with this conversation. “I said I’m seeing someone.”
“And again, I say,the fuckyou going on about?” D gritted, my sister on his lap. The two of them were dating, something I was still getting used to, but that was only the second thing considering I had a sister now. I mean, I’d always had one. My parents never lied about me having a twin, but the topic had definitely been a sore spot for a long time. It always had been until she’d come back. Things were better now, great now. Dorian barked a noise. “Since fucking when?”
“Dorian?”
I glanced to find my sister calming my buddy down, my twin defiant. She’d come as a demon tonight, whereas most girls bopped around this bitch looking like angel whores. Little horns on her head, my sister complemented D’s fallen angel quite well, and I’d been relieved to see she fought the status quo even more by wearing a full T-shirt on over her swimsuit. She’d arrived in that and her kicks, which meant the boys and I didn’t have to keep putting towels on her all night. I mean, that was my sister and D’s girl. She rubbed Dorian’s arm. “Relax.”
She was the only one who could say that to him. Fuck, even Wells, Thatch, and I couldn’t say shit like that, and we were his boys. Dorian, like the rest of us, was a hothead, all of us holding our fair share of rage and toxic shit. Back in the day, we had tended to bond over it, but recently, it’d been changing. Sloane was a big part of that. Especially when it came to D and me. The trauma and pain in both our families we could bottle, but when Sloane came around, it was like the world was handing us something. Good shit was happening instead of so much bad.
I guess that had been my first problem, getting complacent and shit. I got too used to good things happening to me as of late.
I tossed another card and smirked at the shallow breath Dorian took in. Sloane had him meditating, and that shit was funny as fuck when I’d walked in on them both doing that in D’s and my dorm. The two of us shared a space like Wells and Thatcher did, but we all eventually planned to get a house together. D wanted Sloane to move in, but she’d only do that if she wasn’t cheating Dorian out of an experience of living with his friends in college. She’d actually said that, my twin.
Like stated, she made things better.
“I’m sure he’ll explain what he’s talking about if you give him a chance.” Sloane crossed her legs, the pair of us very similar. She was taller than shit for a girl, lanky, and I think I only had the latter part on her because I worked out like fucking crazy. She also kept her dark hair straight where I didn’t give a shit, the mess of it bunched up on her head. She faced me. “It’s a surprise, but I’m sure there’s a reason for that.”
My fingers dug into the cards, the tone of her voice putting me off. Another thing I liked about my twin was that, like my boys, she gave zero fucks about handling me with kid gloves. She gave that shit to me just as hard, but she wasn’t today, hadn’t for a while now.
Knowing the reason why, I distracted myself, tossing more cards into the can. “Nothing to explain. Like I said, I’m dating someone.” I swung my sight over to my friends. I shrugged. “I’m only telling you because I wanted to give you a warning before she gets here. So you guys act right and don’t embarrass me.”
