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Giving his hand a squeeze, I do my best to put on a reassuring smile as he leads me into class.
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The whole cafeteriabuzzes with excitement as I walk with my food tray in hand. The news of the catfight not only spread like wildfire but has been completely blown out of proportion.
Apparently, Hadley pulled a knife on me, and I fought back with the skill of a Samurai warrior. I guess I should be glad that I’ve been dubbed a badass in this situation, but that confrontation was nothing to boast about, even if I did get the best of her.
As the endless chatter swarms around me, I start to feel more agitated. It really is fucking noisy in here. I can understand now why Mason avoids this place like the plague.
As I ponder dumping my food tray and heading to the library, Nate’s booming voice rings out, “Ladies and gentlemen! I give you Rocky Balboa.”
He starts clapping, and the whole cafeteria follows his lead, clapping and cheering for me as I make my way over to the table, much to the disgust of Hadley, who is watching me, her eyes filled with contempt.
As I sit down. “Eye of the Tiger” fromRockystarts blaring from someone’s phone, and I look over to Nate, Grayson, and Big Boy bobbing their heads to the tune.
“You guys are idiots,” I mutter, and they all burst out laughing, turning the music off.
“Oh, come on, Ava. Watching you kick Hadley Miller’s ass was epic! You’ve got some serious moves, girl. Where did you learn to fight like that?” Nate asks, his eyes bright with excitement.
“The Karate Kid,” I reply casually, then take a bite of my sandwich.
A moment later. “You’re the Best” fromThe Karate Kidstarts to play, and I drop my sandwich, giving them all a pointed look. Grayson has lost interest already and is typing on his phone while the others erupt with laughter again.
“Seriously, guys, cut the shit. It’s not funny.”
“Aw, come now, Ava-San,” Nate quips, doing his best impersonation ofMister Miyagi. “Wax on. Wax off.” He waves his hands in the air, and I shake my head at him. He’s an idiot.
“Who waxes what?” Grayson chimes in, looking confused.
“Dude. Are you paying attention?” Nate asks, and Grayson shrugs, returning to his phone.
“Give me that.” Nate snatches the phone from him. “Who are you talking to anyway?”
“Hey! Give it back, asshole,” Grayson yells, reaching over, but Nate holds it out of his reach, reading the screen.
“Oh, it’s from Cadence,” he announces. “My pussy is freshly waxed for you,”he reads out, then flashes Cadence a sly grin. She buries her face in her hands, groaning. “Dayum! Are there any pictures?” he asks, moving his finger to scroll through the messages.
Grayson quickly snatches it off him, muttering curse words under his breath.
“Nate,” Lyndsey scowls, slapping his arm. “Cut it out.”
“I was only joking, my queen,” he coos, kissing her cheek. “Yours is the only waxed pussy I ever want to see. But—” He turns his attention back to the group. “Seeing as we are on the subject. What the hell is wrong with you, women? You all must be masochists to get that shit done.”
“It ain’t that bad,” Eric butts in.
“Okay, now I know you like to hang with the chicks, but you do still have a dick, right?” Nate asks him.
Eric nods his head. “Balls too. That’s what I get waxed.”
“Fuck off!” Nate screws up his face. “What kind of kinky shit are you into, Eric? That would hurt like hell.”
“There is nothing kinky about manscaping, and besides, it ain’t that bad.” Eric shrugs nonchalantly. “It kind of tickles.”
Cadence spits out her orange juice in laughter, and we all join in as Nate stares at him in disbelief.
“Manscaping?” Nate asks incredulously. “Seriously? Is that a gay thing?”
Eric arches a brow at him. “For your information, many heterosexual men manscape.”
