Page 10 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Chapter 5
BASE
“You can scoot over some,” I groan.
I swear, every time there’s an unwelcome hand snaking up the inside of my leg like I’m supposed to allow every girl to touch whatever she wants, I remember why I hate fucking parties.
“I have a sensitive nose. Can that drink be tossed out or walked away?” she asks Britt before turning back to me, already half wasted as she slurs the words.
“I’m trying hard not to be an ass right now, but you’re getting on my nerves,” I tell her in the nicest fucking way I can.
“That drink smells disgusting. I don’t know how she’s drinking it without gagging,” she says instead of giving me any space.
People have no personal boundaries when they’re drinking with us.
Britt swallows the sip in her mouth before brightly saying, “Oh. I don’t have a gag reflex.”
I almost strangle to death before the gulp lodged in my throat spews across the deck, and several of the guys cough on air. I’m sort of ashamed my dick just went completely hard in less than two seconds.
I really thought I was more evolved than that.
“Marry me,” Taylor says as he starts walking on his knees toward Britt.
I realize then that Britt is dead serious and doesn’t seem to have a clue what it means to have said that in front of four fucking perverted guys.
She slinks back like she’s shrinking in confusion at the outburst she can’t make sense of.
But…I get why the chicks are giving her the look that says they’re calling bullshit on playing coy.
I watch it all play out, and then I immediately decide I want to know more about Britt. Starting with her last name and what Britt is short for.
I could really see myself hanging out with her, especially since there won’t be any sex. Then I can find out why the hell she hates my music.
She sips her drink quietly, appearing timid, probably because she doesn’t know why everyone is laughing. She’s different. Not weird, but different.
“Let’s swim,” Sticks says to someone.
He picks someone up, ignoring her squealing cries of mock protest, and then he launches her into the pool. I only notice from my peripheral because I’m busy watching someone else.
Britt’s eyes raise, and an amused, childlike grin spreads as she watches them.
I’m half curious if someone is watching me watch Britt to complete the circle of spectators.
Taylor grabs up another girl, and she giggles uncontrollably on their way to mimic the same action. Britt’s eyes light up again with excitement, and I can’t seem to look away. Until...
“Get your wet arm off me,” I grumble to the girl I don’t want touching me.
She rolls her eyes, annoyed, but she doesn’t move. “You’re normally more fun.”
A sound draws my attention back to Britt, and my grin spreads when I realize that sound is her laugh. She’s tuned everything else out as she watches the fun going on around her.
I stand up, going unnoticed by her as I finally see my opportunity to escape. I walk around behind Britt, smirking as she remains unaware, and I scoop her up from the chair.
She makes a small sound of amusement, but there’s no loud scream.
“What are you doing?” she chuckles, making my smile only grow.
“I’ve never been much of a spectator,” I say before moving at a decent speed and leaping out to the center of the pool, keeping her strapped to me.
