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A question lingers on the tip of my tongue. “Did you like it?”
Her eyes go wide. “W–what?”
“You heard me. Did. You. Like. It. Watchin’ me come?”
“You’re disgusting.”
She glares up at me, her face twisted in annoyance and revulsion. “Seriously. You’re deluded, T. Just because you want to get off with one of the biggest sluts on campus who probably has cooties and God knows what else, isn’t my issue. I would be checking for STDs though, can’t be too careful, even with oral.”
I blink. “Candy’s not a slut.”
“No? Sorry to be the one to break the news, but she’s been with most of the guys on your team. Sloppy seconds is kinda revolting.”
I point at her. “If I find out you really were with a guy in there.”
“You’ll what?” she challenges.
“I’ll fuckin’ kill him.”
Her mouth parts, and for the first time I realize how fuckin’ pretty those lips are.
Shut. This. Down.
But I can’t.
My fury rages when she says, “I’ll fool around with whoever I want to. Whenever I want to. You’re not my keeper.”
“No, but Dad said I was to look out for you. After all, what are big brothers for?”
“You’re not my brother, T, you never will be.”
I move closer. “Is that because you liked what you saw, little liar? Did you see my dick and get all wet in your panties?”
She turns and goes to slap me, but I catch her wrist as I pull her closer.
“You’re disgusting,” she breathes, her eyes dipping to my lips.
“Really? Or are you just trying to fight those urges you have deep down.”
“The only urge I have, Thomas, is to knee you in the balls.”
“Do that and I’ll tell your Mom you were in the closet with a guy.”
“I’m nineteen.”
“Still, it doesn't look good, does it? Mommy’s little princess, getting fucked in a closet by some complete loser. What did it take, half a beer?”
“You are the most disgusting person I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
I let go of her. “You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, I do. What’s more? I think you’re jealous.”
I snort. “Jealous?”
“Yes. Because you keep flapping your gums about it. I saw your reaction at the table, T. So turn that finger around and take a long hard look at yourself. You like the idea that I saw you, and that makes you the sick one, not me.”
I forgot she’s smarter than me.
