Page 16 of His Fearless Guy

Good. At least the crisis has been averted. Now, I can sit back and eat my dinner without forcing myself to speak to the one who did nothing other thaninfluenceme on the fact that highschool girls are a waste of my time. They suck— and not with the right amount of suction or a deep enough throat.

11

Baylor

The party is well on its way by the time Taya and I show up. She changed her outfit three times and then made me wait while she painted her nails. I’ve never been so annoyed. I know this is normal girl shit, but couldn’t she do that on her own time? “I’m going to get a drink,” I tell her, leaving her by Mindy’s side as I head to the kitchen.

“Hey, man!” Brennon gives me a high five as I enter. I hadn’t realized he and Ryes had shown up yet. “Baylor, I want you to meet my girlfriend Willow. Willow, this is Bay.”

“I’ve heard so much about you.” I smile. “You’ve got this one head over heels.”

Brennon punches me in the arm, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him look embarrassed. He’s usually as bold as they come and not rattled by anything, but I think he really likes this girl.

“Where’s your date?” I turn toward Ryeson. I don’t see the blonde he showed me a picture of at lunch anywhere.

“She went home. Wasn’t feeling the party.” That shouldn’t make me so fucking happy, but it does. I nearly beat the punching bag off its hook this afternoon, thinking about what he said and how tonight he was on a mission. It looks like his plan got axed.

“The sparks didn’t fly?” I ask, reaching for a beer from the cooler.

“Not my type,” he grunts, then takes a swig of his drink.

I look toward Brennon and he’s shaking his head. Guess there’s more to that story that they aren’t willing to share. When he glances down at Willow, I get the drift. He doesn’t want to rag on her friend in front of her.

“Baylor, baby, we’re bored.” Taya wraps her arm around my waist, looking up at me. “Do you guys want to play spin the bottle? Liven things up a little?”

We haven’t played that since middle school.

“We’re out,” Bren says, taking his girl by the hand and leading her out of the kitchen.

“I’m game!” Ryeson nods, and I’m fucking shocked. Stupid games like spin the bottle aren’t usually his thing. But he’s just bound and determined to hook up with a chick tonight, isn’t he.

“Fine,” I agree.

“Let’s go see if Chase wants to join,” Mindy says. “I saw him heading to the library.”

We make our way down to the library, finding our friend deep in conversation with…Ruby? Holy shit. For a moment, I didn’t even recognize the girl. She looks so different. I’m fucking shocked at how pretty she is. No wonder Cassie was giving her shit at lunch today; there’s definitely reason to be jealous of the girl. And by the way Chase is looking at her, it’s obvious he’s interested.

Mindy walks right up to the two of them, ignoring the fact that they are holding a private conversation. “Chase! Here youare. We’ve been looking for you.” While the girls try to recruit him for the game, I step over to Ryeson.

“So, how was the date tonight?”

He turns and gives me a look. “Let’s just say she reminded me of Cassie.”

“Dang, no wonder you didn’t want to fuck her.” I’m trying to play it cool tonight, but I’m so fucking relieved it didn’t work out with the girl.

Before I get anymore details, Taya takes my arm, jerking me from my conversation and pulls me over to sit in a circle. Ruby sits down on my left and Ryeson sits across from me. Mindy places the empty liquor bottle in the center of our circle and then smiles at Chase. “Since this was my idea, I’ll go first.”

She leans forward, giving the bottle a spin, and low and behold it lands on Chase. It’s almost like she rigged the thing.

“I’ll take a truth,” Chase says, then leans into Ruby. “See? If you don’t want to kiss someone, you don’t have to.”

I look over at Mindy and the smile is wiped clean off her face. Chase just chose the “loser” over her. It’s fucking laughable.

“Fine,” Mindy says, plastering on her fake smile. “Now that you and Cassie have broken up, who are you going to take to prom?”

Chase shakes his head. “It’s 4 months away. I haven’t decided.”

That clearly wasn’t the answer Mindy was hoping for. It’s obvious she wants to be the next first lady in Chase’s life, but he’s whispering to Ruby right now, which has me placing my bet on the recluse. It’s time for Chase to spin the bottle. He leans forward and when it lands, the neck is pointing right at yours truly.

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