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“And her musty, dusty muff buffet,” I cackled.
“It was just a blowjob,” Wolf groaned, sliding back in his bar chair. “And I was high. Give me a break.”
“She knows what your orgasm face looks like. I bet she flicks her cougar clit to that every night.” I growled before chugging my drink.
The guys howled in laughter, and Wolf frowned, pointing around the table. “Any of you bang a woman over forty, then come talk to me.”
“Oh, so now you piped her down?” I said. “A blowjob is one thing, but sinking your dick in Smith?”
“Like you can say a damn thing. You fucked Voldemort in the restroom.”
I felt Zepp and Bellamy’s attention shift to me.
“I did not fuck her in the restroom,” I said. “And you can’t compare Lola to Smith. Lola’s hot.”
“Youthink so.”
She was. Lola was the hottest, most gorgeous girl I’d ever laid eyes on. Perfect. She was perfect.
“She’s a five point five at best.”
I had the urge to punch Wolf in his gimpy-ass face but stopped myself.
“Speaking of Lola–” He flinched, ducking behind Bellamy because he expected me to punch him.
“Holy shit!” Zepp leaned away from the table, shocked. He knew the rule… “He didn’t hit you.”
Wolf nodded. “Yeah. Because he’s fucking her.”
“I am not fucking her.”
“Oh, speaking of the ex-girlfriend you’re not banging.” Wolf snatched his drink from the table, smirking like a bastard. “Daniel Baites gave me ten bucks to find out if you would eat his face off if he asked her to homecoming.”
I wanted to say I would rip his limp-noodle dick off his body and shove it up his prolapsing, corpse asshole, but I bit back every Tourette’s-laden insult my brain wanted to speak into existence. Because I wasn’t supposed to f-u-c-k-i-n-g care. I bounced my leg under the table, imagining that football jersey-wearing dickhead asking her out and her actually saying yes.
“I don’t give a shit what anyone does with her,” I said, forcing myself to look at some blonde in a short dress. Becausethatwas acceptance.
Chapter31
LOLA
Monday, I got into Kyle’s car, grateful as hell to be out of school. That was the day from hell.
Daniel Baites had asked me out. In the cafeteria, with everyone, including Hendrix, watching. And Hendrix…did nothing. Not even so much as a jaw tic. Worse, Daniel said Hendrix didn’t care.
He was past jealousy…past caring.
I had finally gotten Hendrix Hunt to give up on me, and wasn’t that what I’d wanted? To keep him at arm's length, put distance between us…
He’d done that, though. The moment he had killed Sid. That murder might have been the death of us, but Hendrix giving someone else the okay to date me? That was a funeral pyre, burning our remains. And God, did it hurt.
Because I loved him. And I hated him. And I didn’t know how to stop doing, either.
Kyle dropped me off, and I trudged inside the house, then hurried to my room. Hendrix was the last person I wanted to run into right now and seeing as I lived with him, that was going to be difficult.
I’d just flopped down onto my bed when a loud crash rattled the house.
“There’s shit on my face!” Hendrix shouted, panic lacing his voice.
