Текст книги "Let Me Love"
Автор книги: Michelle Lynn
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Chapter 11
Kailey
I drive my beat up Honda over to Trey’s house. The plan is to drive with him to the auditorium. It’s his graduation day¸ and I can’t believe how fast the day has arrived. A month after we confessed our love for one another, we’re still going strong. Unfortunately, Jen is not. Although she, Caden, and the kids are coming for the big party tonight, she mostly likely won’t be able to stay long. Trey’s been amazing, coming over with me to help Caden or Jen out. He even takes the kids to the park on a regular basis. Jen’s still a bit skeptical on letting him watch them on his own just yet, but we have a day planned next week to have pedicures while Trey and Jessa watch the kids. For some reason, Jen is much more comfortable having two people with no prior experience with children than one.
The driveway is packed full of cars, so I have to find a spot along the street. Trey assured me I wouldn’t be meeting his family until after the ceremony, so I’m assuming all the vehicles belong to Sadie and Brady’s relatives. But from what I’d heard, they both have hardly any family. I barely get to the door before it swings open and a guy, who looks a lot like Trey without tattoos or piercing, blatantly looks me up and down. A sandwich fills his hand, and his mouth continues chewing for an awkward moment before he asks me, “What’s up?” and all of a sudden my nerves get the better of me. My voice goes mute, and I contemplate running down the walkway to my car. Before I can say anything, Trey pushes the guy out of the doorway.
“She’s my girlfriend, asshole,” he says, smiling at me in the pin stripe button down shirt we bought last night. “Hey, baby.” He steps out and pulls me up off my feet, swinging me around. “Can you believe I’m graduating?” he whispers in my ear. That gut wrenching feeling that’s been consuming my stomach all day from the worry of not having any idea how long I’ll have him here flares into an even bigger fear. He’s been searching for a job nonstop and soon someone will snag him up, he’s too talented of an architect. Jeez, I’m envious, since I’ll most likely be taking time off of school after Jen... Tears sting my eyes for the fear the inevitable is coming too fast. I’m bound to lose my sister and the man I love all at once.
After he rests my feet back on the ground, I notice how truly happy he is. “What’s the matter?” He places his thumb under my eye before a tear escapes. “Jen?” he asks, and I shake my head and place the biggest smile on my face.
“No. I’m just really happy for you,” I say. I’m not lying, I am happy for him. He’s worked hard to get here, and he has every reason to be proud of himself.
“Awe, thanks, Kailey, you’ll be here before you know it,” he tells me and kisses my lips. I wonder if I’ll ever be in his shoes, graduating and ready to start a new venture.
“Who do we have here?” A woman stands in the doorway. She’s wearing a nice blue pants suit with a matching pair of heels. Her short chic haircut and just the right amount of make-up to look natural, but it’s the shape of her eyes and the smile identical to Trey’s which already tells me who she is.
“This is Kailey, Mom. Kailey, this is my mom.” He wraps his arm around my waist, and I step forward with my hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Michaels,” I say, but she shoos it away and takes me in her arms.
“You can call me Elena.” Her rose scented perfume compliments her nicely. When she pulls back, she holds me by my upper arms. “It’s so nice to meet you, Kailey. Now, the family has taken over this house and you most likely won’t remember all their names, but I’ll do my best to give you small snippets to remember them by.” She places her arm around my shoulders and leads me into the house.
“Mom,” Trey calls out, but she ignores him. I glance over my shoulder, and he just smiles, allowing his mother to kidnap me.
In all the times I’ve been to the house, I’ve never seen it like this. There are some small kids running around chasing each other while adults talk loudly. Some baseball game streams in the family room while a group of guys sit around chomping on sandwiches and chips arguing about teams. We stand in the doorway and Elena points out each person, rambling names to me.
“That’s Trey’s older brother, Jack, he’s married to Irene. IRENE!” she yells, and the small petite blonde looks over and waves at me before wrestling the toddler in her arms. “The bald one is Trey’s Uncle Mike, he’s not married and no kids. Divorced,” she whispers as though he’s a murderer. Not sure if he heard her, but he nods my way. Crap, awkward.
So, far I mentally keep track in my head. Trey has two uncles; one married, one divorced. There’s also an older brother with a wife and at least one kid. Who are all these other people? Once we get to the kitchen, my lungs constrict, and I’m dangerously close to having a panic attack. Practically wall to wall people fill the small space, but it doesn’t stop Elena. She walks right through everyone, dragging me along with her hand in mine and stops right behind a large man, probably six-three, with dark hair. When she taps him on the shoulder, he turns around from the stove, his brown eyes match Trey’s.
“Oh Kailey, I’ve heard so many nice things about you,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me on the cheek. “I’m Pete, Trey’s dad,” he introduces himself, although I already figured it out. “Hey, everyone, this is Kailey,” he points down to me, and the room quiets, “Trey’s girlfriend.” They all begin to talk at once with happiness filling their voices.
“We’ve been waiting a long time for Trey to get serious with someone,” Elena whispers in my ear.
“Oh,” I remain quiet, unable to process everything that just happened within the last fifteen minutes. Before I can do anything else, a hand appears on my wrist and yanks me out of the family circle staring down at me with clear speculation about what makes me so special. When I’m pulled into his arms, my body calms.
“Sorry, they’re a bit—much,” he whispers, clasping my hands with his. “Go about your day. Eat, drink, and mind your own fucking business,” Trey shouts and an older lady smacks him across the back of his head. “Sorry, Aunt Rita,” he says, and she shakes her head.
“There’s damn children running around here,” she says and smiles at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Kailey.” After a quick nod toward me, she walks into the throngs of people, disappearing quickly.
“Let’s go,” he says, leading me toward the staircase. Once we get into his room, after being delayed by at least five people wanting introductions, he captures my lips with his, and our tongues immediately meet. “I missed you last night,” he murmurs against my lips as he walks me backwards toward the bed.
When the back of my legs hit the soft mattress, he pushes me gently, so I fall backward. “You’ll wrinkle my dress,” I joke.
“We could solve that problem easily,” he slyly says, starting to unbutton my dress. I let him get two down before stopping him.
“You’re whole family is downstairs,” I remind him, starting to sit up on my elbows and button up my dress.
“All the better, they’ll never hear us.” He playfully smacks my fingers off the buttons while his lips explore my collarbone. “You could be screaming my name, and they’ll never even know.” He snakes his hand up the hem of my dress and rests it on the side of my panties.
“No way, I just met them.” I start scooting up on the bed, but he only follows me, like a tiger, intent to get his prey. “I’m really starting to think you should be called Tiger Trey,” I tease.
“Why?” He continues his slow steady path toward me, and soon I run out of bed.
“You come toward me slowly and deliberately, like a tiger stalks its prey.” I smile up at him, but he quickly dives for my neck and gives a small nibble.
“Come on, baby, show me your cat side. Rip this shirt off me and have your way with me,” he says seriously, but I shake my head and chuckles begin to escape him. “God, I love you. I’ll give you a pass, but you’re sleeping here tonight, and I want a big ‘ole congratulations romp.”
“You got it, but I bet you’ll be too drunk to finish the job.” He sits back on his legs and stares down at my body.
“Never, baby—never,” he tells me, and I bite my lower lip.
“We shall see. I’m still waiting for the time you take me in some sleazy unexpected place,” I remind him of his promise, and he shakes his head. “I have to go to the bathroom.” I get up and make my way to the door.
“You’re better than that. When will you understand that?” He says softly and seriously, but somehow I worry he doesn’t have that burning desire for me like those other girls. I want that animal in him to need me so bad that he can’t wait until we find a bed. “Make sure Dex’s door is locked,” he calls out. Every time I’m over here, he double checks that I lock the door before doing anything.
I make sure everything is locked before going to the bathroom. The noise filters in from downstairs, and I imagine tonight will be crazy. After I wash my hands and check my dress and make-up, I unlock Dex’s door. Hearing soft moans, I guess a house full of guests don’t stop some people. Trey’s back is to me when I emerge. His body looks magnificent in his nice button down shirt tucked into black slacks that hug his ass perfectly.
“You ready?” I announce my presence.
His head turns my way to look over his shoulder, and then turns and drops something in the drawer before I hear it shut. “You look beautiful,” he says, and I wonder what exactly he was just doing.
“Everything okay?” I take his head in my hands and peer into his eyes. My dad told me a long time ago, the truth is in the eyes.
“Of course,” he says, but I see the hint of sadness that clings to them. I don’t know what’s weighing on his mind, but one thing is certain, he’ll tell me when he’s ready.
The commencement music begins, and I spot Grant and then Brady emerge through the doors in their cap and gowns. Brady’s sister and father, Jessa’s parents, and Sadie’s mom begin snapping pictures of them. Jessa comes out a few minutes later, waving her hand at her family. Sam eagerly stands up, nudging in front of Dex to take a picture, and when Jessa gives her a thumbs up, the light catches her ring. Grant’s peering over to her, and their eyes find each other before she takes her seat. They truly love each other, and I wonder why I was ever jealous of her and Trey.
Then my heart stops as Trey’s smile outshines everyone else when he walks through the doors. He’s sexy as hell, and I wish I could take him right here, claiming him as mine. “Oh, he looks so happy,” Elena says behind me.
“Yes, he does, and hot,” Sadie’s Grandma Ida, chimes in next to me. She’s been chewing my ear off this whole time about how hot all the guys that live in the house are, and how she wishes Brady would invite her to move in. I have to say, as disturbing as some of the things that come out of her mouth are, she had me rolling with laughter, which made the awkwardness of being left alone with Trey’s family a little easier to deal with. “I told Brady, he should really consider getting a tattoo.” She pokes me in the leg to make sure I’m listening. I hear her, but all my attention is on the guy walking through the metal folding chairs while his eyes remain on mine. My heart melts when he winks at me before taking a seat between two females, whom I notice are appreciating him as well. Lucky for me, though, he’s paying them no attention. Shooting a nod to Brady and Grant, he smiles widely Jessa’s way.
Sadie is the last to walk, and her mom starts frantically waving at her. Sadie raises the hand at her hip to let her mom know she sees her. “Sadie, always the shy one,” Ida tells me. “Sometimes I wish she took more after me,” Ida continues talking. “At least she found herself someone like Brady. I mean his body is, well, I don’t have to tell you. But he loves her the way a man should.” She turns directly toward me. “Does that tattoo god you’re dating love you good?”
A giggle sneaks out of me before realizing she’s serious. I can practically feel all the heads of Trey’s family leaning closer, waiting for my answer. “Um, yeah, he loves me good,” I tell her, and she pats my leg.
“That’s good, sweetheart. Everyone deserves to be loved right.”
Before I can blink, Elena is next to me. How the hell did she manage that? I swear there was a man next to me the last time I checked. Keeping my eyes focused forward, I quickly look from the corner of my eye, and she’s staring at the side of my face. “So?” she whispers, and I slowly turn to face her. She must notice my confused expression because she begins talking again, “So, do you love him?” The hopefulness in her eyes would have me saying yes even if it wasn’t true. Luckily, for both of us, it is.
“Yes,” I answer, and she shrieks before her arms fly around my shoulders. When I wrap mine around her, I see Trey peering up from the gym floor, cocking his eyebrow up to us.
“Elena, quiet down,” Pete softly tells to her.
“Yeah, mom, seriously,” Trey’s younger brother, Derek, joins his dad in his moms reprimanding.
“Oh shhh, you two,” she says shooing her hands at them. “This girl loves my baby.” Her face beams so bright.
“I thought I was your baby,” Derek jokingly whines and then chuckles with his dad.
“Oh, you’re all my babies,” she adds. “And he loves you,” she whispers directly into my ear before leaning back and winking at me. “A mother knows these things.”
“I know. He’s a great guy,” I say, feeling uncomfortable and awkward about what I should be doing or saying back.
“Will you come home with him for Julyfourth? We have a huge bar-b-que with all the family.” She continues talking softly as some guest speaker about Microphysics rambles in the background. I vaguely wonder how many more family members they could possibly have.
“I’ll definitely try,” I tell her honestly, although it will be a fat chance due to Jen’s health. The last place I want to be is too far and be unable to get home.
“Oh, you have to. I’ll talk to Trey later about all the plans.” After that, she quiets down.
She seems like such an amazing Mom, and thoughts of my own mom fleetingly flit through my mind. It’s been so long, my memory has started to fade of her. In so many ways, Jen is my second mom. How ironic that I’ll most likely be that way to Jen’s children, unless Caden remarries. Just the thought of some other woman caring for my nieces and nephews has my stomach churning. Not that I don’t want him to be happy, it’s just... I hate it when my mind wanders.
Thankfully, the applause snaps me out of my thoughts. Well, that and Grandma Ida poking me in the side. Brady and Grant accept their diplomas, and return to their seats. After Jessa crosses the stage and she’s on her way to her seat, Grant gets up and pulls her into a big bear hug, swinging her around. He whispers something into her ear and redness fills her cheeks when he lets her go.
“He probably said something sexual,” her sister Sam says from in front of me, elbowing Dex.
“Samantha,” her mom scolds, but Sam and Dex just laugh, like teenagers.
Trey’s name is announced, and he crosses the stage, shaking everyone’s hands. The Dean of Architecture pulls him in and whispers something in his ear. Trey appears shockingly taken back, but a wide smile forms on his lips immediately. I wonder what he just told him. Maybe he got that job in Cincinnati. I know the Dean was putting a good word in for him. Oh God, a tear comes into my eyes thinking about him leaving me. I’ve tried to prepare myself for a Trey Michaels free life, but we’ve gotten so close this past month. He walks down the stairs and rounds the corner to his row. Staring up at me, he gives me a thumbs up along with a huge smile. I think I’m going to be sick.
After that Sadie walks across the stage, and Grandma Ida begins bragging about her a little more I really become disinterested in the whole ceremony. My thoughts go from my sister’s death to Trey leaving and everything in between. I’ll soon be left alone, especially if Caden remarries. Sure, I’ll be their aunt, probably one of those crazy aunts with all the animals. They won’t want to come over to Crazy Aunt Kailey’s house filled with plants and animals that I have named and have conversations with daily.
“Let’s go, girl.” Grandma Ida pokes me in the side with her long fingernail for the umpteenth time. When I look up, the ceremony is over and everyone has already started filing out of the auditorium. “She’s nice, but kind of ding-batty,” I hear her whisper to Sadie’s Mom.
A little annoyed at this point, I follow the others inch by inch to the end of the row. Not sure why Ida was so insistent to move, it’s not like we’re going anywhere. After about twenty minutes, I inhale a big breath, relieved we’re out of the claustrophobic surroundings. I don’t have much time to recoup before I’m swept up into someone’s arms. “I’m a college graduate, baby!” Trey swings me around in utter excitement.
“Congratulations.” I kiss his cheek, and he places me on the ground. My feet don’t hit the linoleum floor before his family rushes over. I begin to back up slowly, but he grabs my hand between the throng of people and brings me back to him. As his family gives him hugs and kisses, he keeps my hand in his, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.
“Pictures,” Trey’s dad calls out, and you would think a drill sergeant just screamed at them the way the group scrambles into formation. It’s as though everyone knows exactly where they are assigned to stand. Trey is swallowed whole by his family, so I slowly back up. After a few shots, I ask Pete if he would like for me to take the picture, so they can have one with the whole family. He kindly hands over his camera, but Grant comes over and takes it from my hands.
“Thanks, man,” Trey head nods to him. “Come on, Kailey,” he calls me over, and everyone parts to give me space next to him. He tugs me against him so hard, his hand snakes across and grabs my ass, and I paste a perfectly wide smile on, trying not give away where Trey’s hand has currently taken residence. “It’s mine later,” he whispers, and I jokingly roll my eyes, even though I secretly love it when he talks like that.
“We’ll see about that,” I tease. “Hey, what did Dean Girardo tell you on stage?” I can’t hold out any longer. If he’s leaving me, I need to know.
A distraught look quickly comes over his face. “We’ll talk about it later,” he says before shuffling all of us down to the cars.
Chapter 12
Trey
I can’t believe I’m a college graduate. It’s the most liberating feeling I’ve ever had. Well, when Kailey told me she loved will always be the top, but this is definitely my second. No more classes, no more exams, or papers. Hallelujah and after what Dean Girardo told me when I got my diploma, I can finally rest easy. Kailey will be just as excited as me, it’s an opportunity of a lifetime, and I’m sure she’ll feel the same way.
Once we get back to the house, the few family members that couldn’t actually go to the ceremony quickly come outside to congratulate me. I never thought this many members of my huge family would make the trip down here. I love my family. Luckily, they love Kailey too, not that I didn’t think they would. I mean, how could anyone not love her?
We all enter the house and my mouth waters, smelling the food that’s been cooking all day. I told my parents we should cater, but they just don’t do things that way. Thankfully, Brady had no problem with them taking over the house. But I’m pretty sure he didn’t expect it would be this intense either.
A few hours later, most of our friends have shown up, and some of the family has left with the exception of our immediate ones. Tonight is a big night for Brady, anyone who knows him can clearly notice he’s about two seconds from throwing up at any moment. Sadie leans over him, constantly asking him if he’s feeling okay, placing the back of her hand on his forehead and her palm on his neck. He just shakes his head and tries his best to convince her that he’s fine. After she finally goes upstairs, per Jessa’s request for a sweatshirt, all the guys start to file outside.
Kailey seems pretty occupied with her sister and Caden, so I just point to the backyard, and she nods. The stage was already set up earlier, so all we have to worry about is some minor details. We turn on the streams of white twinkling lights from tree to tree illuminate the dark area along with small mason jars hanging from the trees. We all scramble around, trying to light each candle. The most amusing part is Sadie did most of the prep work for her own moment. Grandma Ida hollers for everyone to come outside. I take my spot behind my drums as Grant and Dex swing their instruments around them. Maura, Brady’s sister along with her family and his Dad, know what’s going on when they find Brady on stage with the microphone in his hand.
When Kailey walks out the back door, I wink her way, and she smiles at me. You can see the sweat dripping from Brady and every once in a while he closes his eyes. Why he’s so scared, I have no idea. Their love is clear as day to everyone. No way his proposal won’t go well.
Then Jessa comes out and gives two thumbs to Brady and us. He takes a deep breath, and I raise my sticks to count us off. When Sadie appears in the doorway, confused about where everyone went, we start playing “Never Stop” by SafetySuit. Tears automatically fill her eyes, and Jessa gives her a little nudge to walk forward. She follows the rainbow colored daisy path, looking into Brady’s eyes the whole time. When their hands meet, you can see a calmness come over Brady’s body. He places her in the sole chair in front of the stage and gets down on his knee, singing every word only to her.
We fade our instruments as the song ends, and Brady places the mic on the ground and digs in his pocket. “Sadie, you are my one and only. You’ve taught me how to love, showed me how wonderful life can be when you trust someone with your whole heart. From the moment I saw you on that hill, I knew, you owned me. So, what do you say? Do you want me?” He smirks up at her, and she laughs through the tears streaming down her face.
Sadie wipes her tears with her back of her hand. “Yes, always, as long as we don’t let go,” she finally says.
“I’ll never let go, baby. Marry me, make a family with me, and grow old with your hand in mine?” he asks, and if I thought the tears were going before, it’s like a damn flood now.
She nods, and Brady places the ring on her finger. He picks her up and whispers something in her ear, and she looks like a damn bobble head she’s nodding so much.
I step out from behind the drums and grab the microphone. “Ladies and gentleman, the soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Brady Carsen,” I exclaim, and the whole backyard claps. All the girls have tears in their eyes while the guys move over to the coolers for more beer and drinks. When I spot Brady and Sadie sneaking off into the house, I know we just lost our singer. “So, everyone, looks like we need a new singer for at least an hour or so,” I joke, and everyone laughs. “Let’s have open mic night,” I announce.
Before I can put the microphone back on the stand, Kailey’s sister Jen comes running up and snatches it out of my hand. This lady amazes me. Yesterday she was lying on the couch for most of the day while Kailey and I watched the kids. But I shouldn’t be surprised, ever since I’ve met Kailey, Jen’s health has been a rollercoaster of good and bad days. She huddles all of us together and tucks the mic behind her back, so no one hears her. “Okay, guys, let’s do ‘I Love Rock ‘N Roll’ by—,”
“Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, we know it,” Dex interrupts and strings a few chords for her.
“Great,” she exclaims, beaming from ear to ear. I sit behind my drums really wishing that I had Kailey with me. Maybe I can convince her to come and sit on my lap for a few songs. But right now she’s rallied the troops to watch their mom perform. Caden holds Drew in his arms, shaking his head in amusement at his outrageous wife. Kailey sits on the ground with the two wide-eyed girls in her lap, staring in awe at their mother. Our eyes catch briefly before I’m about to start the beat. As I cross my arms and my foot presses on the petal, my sticks start drumming. She licks her lips and images of that tongue in my mouth, or around me, has me shifting on my stool.
Jen starts singing the words, strutting back and forth on the make shift stage. Grant and Dex laugh while joining in singing when she places the microphone in their face. All the guests are front and center, with a few couples dancing, my parents included. Kailey, Chloe, and Tara clap their hands to the beat, and Jen walks off stage and sings right in their faces before stomping her way back up to us. Everyone is engaged and loving her, she should have been a performer. Then it’s time and Grant steps up, playing his solo and Jessa screams, “Go baby,” and raises her hands with a rock on hand symbol.
Jen drags the girls up on stage and gets down on her knees, allowing them to scream into the microphone. After what seems like a zillion ‘I love rock ‘n rolls’ we fade the song, and Jen wraps her arms around the two small girls, kissing both their heads. She gets down on the grass, and Caden hands Drew off to Kailey before dipping his wife and kissing her. Chloe screams, “Gross,” while Kailey and I share an amused laugh.
Before I can blink, Grandma Ida has the mic and is talking to Dex. He raises his eyebrows my way and she grabs his face, bringing his attention back down to her. I take his continuous head shakes to mean we don’t know any of the songs she’s requesting. Finally, his head nods, and I wonder how long I’m going to be up here. Dex looks at me with an exasperated look before walking my way. Grant follows suit. “She wants ‘Do You Love Me’,” he whispers.
“Shit, are you sure?” Grant’s eyes follow to Ida as she practices her twist.
“Alright,” I agree. “Hopefully she doesn’t break a hip,” I joke.
“This should be fun.” Dex plasters a smile across his face, and she smacks his ass on the way back to his side of the stage.
If I thought Jen hit it out of the park, Ida made it clear across the river. Everyone circled around in the small yard, doing the mash potato and the twist. Not one person’s body isn’t moving. Chloe and Kailey hold hands while their ankles twist and hips bob back and forth. Shit, Kailey’s ass looks fucking delicious right now. My eyes are so fixated on her tight jeans, hugging her ass as she shimmies back and forth that I don’t notice a tall figure coming her way until his hands obstruct my view. Fucking Nate Gibson, what the hell is he doing at my party? Kailey looks back, and then turns making his hands fall off of her. That a girl. Chloe now between them, she continues to concentrate on the small girl in front of her, but Nate isn’t allowing her to distract him. I see his lips keep moving as she keeps backing up, then apologizing to people after bumping into them. Shit, when will this song ever end? Running out of options, she picks Chloe up, and my brother Derek steps between her and Nate. Thanks, little bro. A few choice words back and forth between Derek and Nate happen before Nate turns around. Finally the song ends, at least I hope it was supposed to end. Because I’m not wasting my graduation night on this fucking stool unless her ass is in my lap.
With determined steps, I reach Kailey, and the anxiousness in her eyes tells me she’s scared I’m about to start a fight. Instead of chasing down Nate, I pull her toward me with Chloe in between. “What did he say?” I whisper, and she shakes her head. She bends down, releasing Chloe and the little girl runs to her parents, who are already walking toward us. “Kailey, what did he say?” My voice sterner this time around.
“He just asked if he could cut in. It’s nothing.” She waves me off, but her mannerisms tell me it was more. “What I don’t understand Trey, is why he’s pursuing me now, after he dumped my ass after only two dates and one lackluster fuck?” I’ve never heard Kailey so angry.
“It’s kind of stupid, but I’ll be putting a stop to it,” I attempt to appease her, but she won’t stop huffing, and Jen is getting closer with every sigh from her lips. The last thing I need is her big sister finding out Nate and I have always had a pissing contest involving girls.
Kailey doesn’t speak, just crosses her arms over those perky breasts I was just admiring and shifts the hips attached the ass I had wanted to grab only moments ago. Impatiently waiting for my answer, those damn eyes bore into me like always when she wants to know I’m telling the truth.
Releasing a heavy sigh, I begin to reveal a pretty immature and stupid fault. “Nate and I, we kind of compete for girls.” Her arms collapse and her shoulders slump in disappointment. “Not like that, it’s just occasionally if he saw me with a chick—.”
“Nice, Trey,” she rolls her eyes at my word choice.
“Girl,” I correct it, but it does nothing to change her stance. “Anyways, if he saw me starting to get with a girl and I left to go get a drink or something, he would try to step in and grab her before I did.” I swipe my hand over my head, completely humiliated to admit it to her.
“And would you do the same thing?” she asks, hands on hips now and Jen standing right beside me, sighing.
“Yeah,” I shamefully admit softly as though she won’t hear it. “It was a different time, before you,” I add, but she just shakes her head and walks away.
“I’ll talk to her,” Jen says beside me. “It’s not like we didn’t know you were a himbo,” she mentions with her back toward me.
“What the fuck is a himbo?” I ask to myself.
“It’s another word for male slut,” a familiar girl’s voice answers from behind me.
When I turn around, I wish I hadn’t. “Hey, Bridg,” I say.
“Hey, Trey.” She fiddles with her red solo cup with her name written on it with small heart over the i and her B looks like a set of tits. “Nice playing,” she compliments me.
