Page 25 of His Fearless Guy

“Why don’t we plan on getting ready at the hotel and take our pictures there. Then we’ll all have our cars there for the next day.” I swear Baylor is a genius. That plan makes perfect sense. “Our parents can come over for pictures and that way they can get the entire group.”

I hold out my hand to him for a fist bump. “Solid plan. I like it.”

“Me too,” Kyler adds.

“All right, so I’ll schedule the limo to pick us up there,” Chase states, tapping on his phone. “By the way, I’m ordering my corsage. Does anyone else need one?” Everyone declines his offer. Me, I have no use for one. “Ryeson, what about you?” He looks up from his phone. “Have you changed your mind on going stag, because I heard Marissa talking about you in class today. She was saying how hot you are, and how she wants to get freaky with you.” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, but I swear if one more person asks me who I’m taking or suggests I change my mind about going stag, I’m going to lose my shit.

Girls have been practically throwing themselves at me in hopes that I’ll ask one of them to the dance. If I was interested, I would’ve already asked by now. I wouldn’t be waiting until a week out to do it.

“Hey, Ryeson!”

I turn to the sound of my name and see the Trinity twins standing before me.

“Yo, what’s up?”

“Um…so we were wondering if you wanted to be our date for prom?” They both look at each other and then pass me a seductive smile. I’ve heard the rumors about these two, and that they’re always game for a threesome. A few months ago, I may have been intrigued by the idea, given it a go just for fun, but it’s a hard no for me now. Just as I’m about to turn them down, I getnudged in the side by Kyler. The guys are going to think there’s something wrong with me if I pass up the opportunity.

“Baylor and I already have plans to go together, but there are two of you and two of us.” I look toward Bay. “What do you think, man?” I’m banking on him getting us out of this, but when he opens his mouth, he doesn’t say what I expect.

“Don’t let me stand in your way. If you want to go with them, I’ll just make other plans.”

He was supposed to be my out. He knows how I feel about high school girls. Besides, I’m good with what he and I have going on. I’m not interested in changing things. Or going to prom with these girls. They aren’t even my type. Although, if I look at both of them, they’re exactly my type. Tall, stacked, blonde hair, blue eyes, some killer tits. But my dick isn’t even tempted by the idea of being the middle of their sexy twin sandwich.

I look toward Baylor who’s now focused on his phone. “Thanks for asking, ladies. But I’m not going to bail on my plans. I’m sure there are a ton of other guys who would love the honor of being your date.”

They turn to leave, the girls not looking too happy with the rejection. My friends aren’t either. I’m getting elbowed in the side by Kyler. “Dude, what the hell are you thinking? You had a chance with the twins.”

“Seriously, man!” Chase shakes his head. “Are you feeling all right?” He’s looking at me like I’m crazy. Maybe I am. Months ago, I would’ve been vying for a threesome with the two beautiful girls, but the only one I want to be with now is the guy who practically offered me up to the girls on a platter. What the fuck?

“Dude.” I smack Baylor in the arm. Then remember we’re surrounded by our friends. “Why didn’t you want to double?” I recover fast.

“Because they asked you. Not me. I wasn’t going to be a charity case. If you want to go with them, you should. And I’ll go over there and ask Astrid to be my date.”

He looks in the girl’s direction and smiles, and I’m about to lose my shit. The fuck? Since when does he have thing for Astrid Carmichael? This is the first time I’m hearing her name. But the way she’s looking at him, with those batting eyes and blushing cheeks, it seems like something’s brewing between them. And now jealousy is building in my gut.

“I’m not interested in the Bobbsey Twins, but by all means, you should go over and ask the girl out. Definitely looks like she’s got the hots for you. And don’t worry about me. I always intended to go stag.”

I intended to go stag before Baylor and I made our arrangement. But since we started fucking around the clock, I had it in my head that I was going to be getting lucky on prom night. Now, it looks like I’m going to be staying home. There’s no way I’m going to the dance to watch Baylor make out with Astrid.

“Yeah,” Chase agrees. “I heard her talking in class about how hot you are, Bay. She told Layla you were flirting with her during your project and that she was hoping you were going to ask her.”

Interesting. Sounds like he’s really into the girl. Well, if he wants things to stop between us, fucking fine. I’ll let him go back to getting those weak-ass blow jobs and let him deal with all the dramatic bullshit. He can suck on all the pussy he wants from now on.

Baylor looks at me, then answers. “I’ve already told Rye I’d be his partner in crime for the night. But I’ll probably ask the girl for a dance.”

Ask the girl for a dance? Why stop there? He should ask her to stay in the hotel with him too. They should get matching outfits and act like a happy little couple. And afterwards, he can fuck her all night.

Jesus. The fact that I can’t see past the raging jealousy is pissing me off. I’m letting it ride my nerves like some pathetic insecure loser. He and I are just fucking around. We have an arrangement. It was never going to turn into more. So, if he’s catching feelings for someone else, I won’t fucking stand in his way. We can call it quits now, and he can go off and fuck whomever he wants.

“I have to go finish an assignment. I’ll catch you guys later.” I shove my tray of food toward the center of the table. “You guys can have at it.”

I storm out of the cafeteria and pull out my phone.

Me: You should ask Astrid to the prom. I’ve changed my mind about the twins.

As soon as I hit send, I want to retract it. I want to know whether he’s truly interested in the girl, but using manipulation is a bitch move. And I am no fucking insecure pussy. I should’ve just asked him point-blank if he likes the girl.

Baylor: I don’t like Astrid, but it’s clear I’m holding you back. Our arrangement is over.

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