Page 14 of No Romeo
It wasn’t two minutes after I fell into the chair that the office door swung open, and Lola came in, signing her name to the ledger. Her gaze shifted to me before she took the seat beside me. Couldn’t escape her even in the principal’s office.
“This is your fault,” she mumbled.
My fault. “Like I made you say any of that shit.” I huffed, staring straight ahead at the half-filled sports trophy case. “Fucking Jethro…” I hated her. Hated her on so many Medusa-laden levels.
“You deserved it. You were being a dick to Kyle.”
“You were being a dick to Kyle,” I mocked in a high-pitched voice. “I’m always a dick to Kyle. You’re just all sensitive now because you're evidently banging that sack of shit.”
“Says the guy banging Jessica Masters.”
Oh, she didn’t deny it. My jaw set, my leg bounced, and I told myself it didn’t matter. I loathed her. Icouldn’tcare who she screwed, but I sure as hell could push her buttons.
“IbangedJessica.” My gaze met hers. I fought that sick feeling rising in my chest when I thought of what Lola and I used to be to each other. Used to, until she screwed it all up. “I only pussy slam a girl once. The line is just too long for repeats.”
Her lip curled, her disgusted gaze raking over me like I was a diseased rag. “You’re gross.”
I pressed back in the chair, trying to ignore her. But then she crossed her legs.
The hem of her shirt lifted, exposing more of her tanned thigh. I knew just how good those thighs felt wrapped around my head, my tongue in her pussy, and the thought that there was the smallest chance Kyle might now be the one ripping off her clothes—or any guy for that matter—I couldn’t stand it.
My leg bounced harder. “Does he mouth breath all over your pussy like Darth Vader?” Like Kyle would know what to do with a pussy if it handed him a diagrammed How-To manual.
“Why do you care? You hate me.”
She was right, I did, and I shouldn’t care. “You earned every bit of that hate, Lola Stevens.”
Brown’s door creaked open. I got up, and just before I ducked into the office, I turned to Lola and mouthedFuck You, Medusa.
Late afternoon sun spilled through the living room windows, casting shadows over the stained carpet. Wolf came out of my kitchen with a bag of Doritos. “I’m proud of you for waiting until the second day to get detention.”
“What can I say?” I shot Bellamy’s avatar. Blood splattered the screen, and the digital soldier dropped to the desert ground. “I’ve grown over the summer.”
Bellamy chucked his controller to the couch. “Forgot to tell you. I saw ‘she who shall not be named’ waiting tables at The Squealing Hog yesterday.”
“Congratufuckinglations.” I glanced at the clock, then pushed off the sofa, gathering the empty cans littering the coffee table.
“Does he sound like a little butthurt bitch to you, Wolf?”
I turned and hurled a crumpled can at Bellamy. “I don’t give a corn-riddled shit about what she does.” Unless it was banging Kyle. Or any guy.
“Unless it’s stealing tampons from Bullseye.” Wolf took the joint from behind his ear and placed it to his lips, jerking his chin toward me. “Casanova here helped her steal them the other day.”
“Man, I didn’t help her—”
“Glass-eyed Gerald would have totally busted her. You told her, and I quote, ‘any idiot knows you take stuff out of the box.’”
Bellamy grinned. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Can’t wait to tell Zepp about this shit when he gets out of jail.”
I wanted to launch a fist into Wolf’s face. “I made fun of her. How is that helping?”
“Hendrix, you make fun of people by shitting on their cars…”
Mumbling, I took the trash into the kitchen, then rummaged through the cabinets for a can of air freshener. That girl was supposed to be here in ten minutes to look at the room. It didn’t need to reek of weed.
I went back into the living room and sprayed the air freshener. “There has to be honor among thieves, dipshits.” A potent mist of Pine Mountain Bouquet blanketed the air.
Wolf blew a cloud of smoke from his lips and passed the joint to Bellamy. “A butthurt bitch acting like Mary Poppins.”
