Page 18 of His Fearless Guy

“Oh my God! Did she just come? Holy shit. What a loser.” Mindy’s shriek cuts right through the blazing heat, icing it down with her burst of laughter. She and Taya are in a fit of giggles. Rudely mocking what just went down. Suddenly, Ruby climbs off Chase’s lap and runs from the room. Chase looks frozen in shock, like he’s still trying to register what just happened.

“Oh my God, gross,” Mindy stops her cackling and points at Chase’s lap. “She made such a mess of you, Chase. You should go get the loser’s stench off you.”

I cast a glare toward the bitch. What the fuck is her problem? Is she really that jealous that Chase would rather hook up with Ruby than her. She’s acting just like Cassie, and so is her bitchy sidekick. My eyes shift toward Taya, disgusted by the fact that I wasted three months of my life on her.

“Dude!” I turn toward Chase, ready to put these girls in their rightful place. “That was fucking insane.”

“Insanely weird,” my soon-to be-ex says. “She just used him to get off.” I shouldn’t have reneged on breaking it off with her this afternoon. She is such a fucking bitch.

Chase casts a glare at the two and stands, ignoring their rude comments as he turns to leave. Here’s hoping he’s going to go chase Ruby down and make things right. I turn toward Taya, casting a glare of my own.

“You need to get a ride home with Mindy. I’m heading out.”

“Can I catch a ride with you, Bay?”

I nod to Ryeson as I stand. Girls may be pretty, but guys would never pull this shit. Sure, we cut each other up in the locker room and bust each other’s balls sometimes, but it’s just fun and games. These girls are intent on making the poor girl feel embarrassed. They’re total bitches.

“Shit, man. That was crazy,” Ryeson says, as we climb into my truck.

“Yeah, it was. Definitely didn’t see that coming.”

He whistles low. “Me neither. Who knew that the recluse even had those curves hiding underneath those baggy clothes she always wears.”

“Right?” I nod. “The girl is hot.” She’s prettier than Taya and Mindy put together. And her personality is definitely better. Although, to be honest, I really don’t know Ruby. We’ve been in school together for years and all I know is that she’s smart, extremely shy, and loves to read.

“I wish I hadn’t given up my chance with her when her bottle landed on me,” he says, and I feel that twinge of jealousy in my gut, but I’m not going to let it set up shop.

“Looks like she was a damn good kisser too,” I add.

“By the way, what the fuck was that?”

“What the fuck was what?” I don’t understand his question. I’m not a mind reader, so he’s going to have to elaborate.

“You trying to kiss my ass in front of everyone.” He sounds annoyed, but he had the chance to shove me away and tell me to fuck off and he didn’t.

“You know I don’t back down from a dare. By the way, you’re a shit kisser.”

“I wasn’t trying to kiss you. If I had been, your dick would’ve gotten hard.”

Shit. It’s getting hard right now.

“Nah. It’s fucking weird. I would never be able to get past the stubble or your big tongue.”

He sticks it out at me, and I shake my head, chuckling.

“The girls never complain about my tongue. They like the fact I can go deep.”

There’s a twitch within my pants. I bet his tongue can go real deep. The image of his face buried between a girl’s legs is fucking hot. When the image changes and I imagine him between my legs, my hands tighten around the steering wheel.

“Too bad that girl you went out with tonight didn’t get to experience it.”

His head drops back on the headrest. “They’re all the same, man. I don’t fucking get it. They’re so wrapped up in themselves. And they all act like bitches. I can’t wait to get to college and finally meet someone nice.”

His comment takes a thwack at my hardon, but it shouldn’t. Next year, we’ll both head our separate ways and be living the college life: girls, parties, football. This attraction I feel for him will no doubt fade. At least, I hope it fucking will. In the meantime, I have to figure out how to deal with it.

“You and me both, man.” I turn into his driveway and pull to a stop.

“You want to come in and play some Call of Duty?” he asks.

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