Page 30 of The Retaliation You Deliver
I see the same hesitation on his face too.
“We’re going to be okay, right?” he asks, clearly feeling as uneasy about this as I am. “Earlier, I didn’t mean for it to—”
“We’re fine, Nate. Promise,” I say, hoping that I’m right. It would kill me to lose him because of this.
With a smile and nod, he slips from my room.
“He was hot,” one of the girls says.
“Hands off, Vi. He’s a freshman, you’d eat him alive.”
“He looks like he’s man enough.”
“Ignore them,” Letty says as she and the one with pink hair step up to me while the other two continue to bicker. “That’s Ella,” she says, pointing to the petite blonde. “And the one who wants to screw your roommate is Violet.”
“And I’m Peyton. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Pink says, shocking the hell out of me by pulling me in for a hug. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers in my ear. “If we had any clue then—”
“It’s okay,” I tell her.
All of this is no one's fault but my own. I knew from the first time I looked into his eyes that I was making a bad decision. If only I’d listened to myself.
“So we thought you might need a night full of distraction. We’ve got drinks, food, face masks, the works.”
My smile almost splits my face as I look between the four of them.
“I’ve never had a girls’ night in before.”
“Well you’re about to have one. Boy talk is banned, in fact, from this moment on, the male species doesn’t exist.”
“What the hell will we talk about? Anyway, I want to know if Leon Dunn is as good in the sack as everyo— ow, what the hell was that for?” Violet sulks as Letty throws her cell at her. “What? I’m just curious.”
“I’d love to tell you,” I say, swallowing down the emotion her question drags up. “But I don’t have anything to compare it to.”
“He made you scream though right.”
“Jesus,” Peyton mutters. “You need to get laid, Vi.”
“It’s like you’re forgetting that you got railed by a frat guy last night,” Ella mutters. “And—” she adds before Violet gets a chance to argue. “I heard it all so don’t even try to deny it. What was his name? Peter, Percy…” Letty, Peyton and I snort with laughter as Violet’s face twists in horror.
“Perry, it was Perry. Jesus, El, I wouldn’t screw a Percy, who do you think I am?”
“Desperate is what you are.”
“I’m sorry,” Letty says softly. “I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea.”
“It’s perfect,” I assure her, my eyes not leaving Ella and Violet. “They’re a good distraction.”
“They were warned not to mention his name,” Peyton mutters. “Glad they listened.”
“I’m going to have to get used to it. It’s kind of like a rite of passage to regret your first, right?”
They both stare at me with sympathy written all over their faces making me think that I’m wrong.
“Everything will work out,” Peyton assures me.
“N-no, I don’t think there’s a future for—”
“Like I said, things will work out.”
