Page 4 of She's Mine

“How pathetic?” I squeeze past Ariel and try not to provoke her any more than necessary. “Did you really think making up a fake boyfriend would make Paul look at you as anything more than what you are…a big loser that has a rotten cherry?”

Great, Paul told them about seeing Bear in my apartment the other day. “Where did the two of you meet?”

I look over at Daisy, who is sweeter than the other guys. The rumor is Daisy and Paul had something at one time and they aren’t over each other. I always wanted to hate her but just couldn’t because she’s too damned nice.

“Um…”

“Oh please, Daisy. You know there’s no boyfriend. Why ask a question she’s just going to have to lie about?” Tammy, Ariel’s best friend, puts her two cents in.

“Paul said he saw the guy.”

“That was probably some poor guy she paid to be there when Paul came to get his book back from her.” Ariel’s voice is like broken glass scrapping against my brain. It’s also a constant reminder that she isn’t so far off about what really happened. Even though I didn’t know Paul was going to pick that time to come pick his stupid book up, I did lie about Bear being my boyfriend.

“Paul said she was so frigid on their date he wouldn’t really even think about fucking her because he was afraid his dick would freeze off.”

Somehow the two Bimbettes, as I secretly call them, have related my virgin status to my being frigid. And apparently, the fact I wouldn’t kiss Paul is evidence of how frigid I am.

“I bet she has something wrong with her…down there.”

Oh, sweet cheese and crackers, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse. And to put a cherry on top of the shit sundae I’m being served arms wrap around me out of nowhere and witness my misery. I gasp when those arms pull me back into a hard, tall body. And feel my soul shrivel when I look up into Bear’s face hovering over mine.

Oh, fucking wonderful! My day just went from shit sundae to a full-on five-course meal.

Chapter Four

Bear

I came to the restaurant bearing gifts - a dozen roses. One, to apologize for being such a fucking caveman, and two, I might have wanted to see her again… when she’s not pissed off at me. When I came in the back, I spotted Bea with her back to me and three other girls standing around her. Then I caught what they were saying to her, and my temper started to roll and bubble like lava.

“Bear…what…what are you doing here?”

I see the sad look on her face but right behind that is the look of utter misery. She doesn’t look like the peppy girl handing me insult for insult and telling me my mom should have swallowed me.

“Hey sweets.” I turn her in my arms and drop a kiss on her cheek. “I thought I might surprise you at work.”

“Surprise me? Um…” I hand her the flowers with one hand while keeping the other one around her.

“To say I’m sorry.”

She goes pale and I see her eyes slide to the side where the two bitches and the other girl are standing. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out she’s afraid I’m going to say something that will make things worse for her. Or say something about her plan.

“About the whole spanking thing.”

“What?”

“If you want to spank me like I spank you, who am I to tell you no.”

“What?”

“In fact, I can come over later tonight and you can spank me all you want.”

She faceplants into the middle of my chest and I hear a muffled, “Oh my God!”

I can’t help but laugh as I pull her even closer.

“Why does this feel like being in middle school without my homework and completely naked?”

“There’s no way you are HER boyfriend. I’m not buying this little act.”

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