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“Well, aren’t you a good little princess?” I taunt, bitterness edging my words. “So obedient.”
“Now you shut up,” she protests, smacking my arm in a way that gives medéjà vousin a whole new way. It seems like another lifetime when girls like her swatted me in the flirty way she just did. Suddenly, my anger is gone as quickly as it came, and all I want to do is tug the strands of hair blowing over her face away from her lips and tuck them behind her ear, and to have her look up at me with that one moment of uncertainty before I answered by leaning in, and covering her lips with mine, and pushing her back on the roof, and fitting myself between her thighs, and pushing inside her, and fucking her the way I used to fuck girls like her, when I used to fuck girls like her.
She reaches for the lighter, and I close my fingers around it so her hand lands on mine. Her sapphire eyes meet mine, and I can see her swallow, can see the dip of her gaze toward my lips.
“Colt?” she whispers.
“Yeah, Butterfly?” I whisper back, leaning my shoulder toward hers.
A moment of crackling, charged silence stretches between us.
“Hey, can I have one of those?” Duke interrupts, swaggering back over, a drunken lurch in his step that makes my head swim when he approaches the edge of the roof. I shouldn’t care if he falls off and dies. Idon’tcare. It’s only an instinct to preserve the lives of others as well as myself. After losing a brother, I know what life is worth, what it costs.
He doesn’t share that instinct or that awareness. Duke is like a child who never developed the part of his brain that understands consequences and that other people are human like him. He’d push me off the roof just to see if I’d splatter like an egg. Sure, unlike Baron, he’d feel bad for it later. But he wouldn’t understand until too late that his action would have consequences for either of us.
“Hey, Duke,” I say, scooting over and patting the space between me and Gloria. I could use some distance from what just happened anyway. “Come sit here and we’ll keep you warm. You’re in a fucking t-shirt. I’ll share my smokes too.”
Duke sways on his feet, looking back and forth between me and Lo. “Did you fuck?” he asks, his New York accent thicker after drinking.
“What? Ew, no,” Gloria protests, leaning further away from me.
“Huh,” Duke says, staggering over and clumsily stumbling to a sitting position between us. “I wonder who we’ve all fucked.”
“Considering you’re not gay and I’m not into girls, I’d say no one,” Gloria says, sounding annoyed as she drags the edge of her jacket out from under Duke.
“I didn’t say you were into them,” he says. “But you’ve eaten your share of pussy. I bet you’ve gotten more head from girls at school than Colt has.”
I lean forward to stare at Gloria past Duke, since that’s definitely information I haven’t heard before. To my surprise, she looks like she’s about to burst into tears. Did Duke just out the Queen Bitch in front of her worst enemy? Oh, this is priceless shit. Dixie would kill to have this information.
But no matter how bad both these assholes have made my life for the past two years, I know I’ll never tell Dixie. Duke shouldn’t have toldme.
“I hate you,” Gloria says quietly. I’m not sure if she’s talking to me or Duke, and before I can ask, she stands and stomps away across the roof.
I smack the back of Duke’s head. “Dude. Not cool.”
“What?” he asks.
“You can’t just tell anyone that shit.”
He laughs. “I didn’t say she was gay. We just like to make them suck the next pussy in line while we hit it from the back. Damn, now I’m horny. Maybe I’ll fuck her up here tonight. I haven’t hit that since the first week of school.” He adjusts his monster cock inside his jeans, and I try not to look.
“Just do it on the other side of the roof,” I grumble. “I don’t want to see that shit.”
He takes my cigarette without asking and takes a drag, his eyes raking over me. “Want to spit roast her? She gives good head. She can deepthroat you while I fuck her from behind.”
“No, thanks. I’d rather not have my dick bitten off.”
He laughs and pulls out his flask, turning it up and chugging whatever’s left. “Hey, it’s Bye Week,” he says, lowering the flask and licking whiskey off his pouty lips. “Anything goes. And Lo’s always down for a double team. She’s freaky as fuck. Dude, you have no idea what I can make her do.”
Annoyed, I take my cigarette back from where he set it on the roof. “I have a pretty good idea. I may have brain damage, but I’m not blind.”
“Whatever,” he says, laying back on his elbows and looking up at the bright, cold stars piercing the sky. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done it. I’ve heard stories about the shit you and your cousins used to do. Hookers, girls on leashes, orgies at your grandpa’s place … I heard you stuck a vodka bottle in Dixie’s ass and pickled her like a watermelon one time. Is that true?”
“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.”
He laughs again. “Pretend that makes you better than me if you want, but you’d still be doing that shit if it weren’t for us. You only hate us because we took the life you used to live and made it ours. You’d be just like us if you could, and it pisses you off that you can’t anymore.”
“I’m going to check on Gloria,” I say, standing and dusting off my tights, which are snagged from the rough surface.
