Page 12 of Sinful as They Come
“I just feel bad for you.”
“I don’t need your sympathy, Brodie. It’s like this all the time. I’m used to it.”
“That’s sad.”
I rolled my eyes. “What do you want for dinner?”
“I dunno.” Brodie shrugged. “I’m kinda in the mood for some pizza. I heard that diner downtown is good. Freddy or Frank’s or…”
“Fran’s. We ain’t going there. No way.”
“Why?”
I rubbed at my forehead. I didn’t mind the place. I knew it was good. But that was where the cheerleaders and football guys liked to hang out. Which meant there was a good chance we’d bump into Carter and Holly. Maybe it was a good idea, actually. I could beat his ass off school property…
“Your little girlfriend likes to eat there.” I puffed out a few circles of smoke, watching as they moved up higher and higher into the air before disappearing into nothing. “And I don’t wanna see her face.”
“What’s up with her and Carter, by the way?” There was a curious look on his face, his dark eyebrows furrowed.
“Look, if you wanna fuck her, you’re on your own. I don’t keep tabs on them.”
“I don’t wanna fuck her. She’s just a friend.”
I scoffed. There was no way that Holly could be a good friend to anyone, especially someone like Brodie.
“You barely even know her. And already you’re falling for her? Her tits aren’t that big, man. Not worth it. Not even a little bit.”
"Uh, speaking of... Did you mean what you said?" Brodie asked, his voice uncharacteristically low.
"About?"
Brodie's eyes widened, his hands by his chest. "Does Holly... Did she get... Does Holly have implants?" he finally asked, his words all rushed.
I rolled my eyes. "I was kidding, Brodie. Her huge tits are probably the only real thing about her, because trust me, she is a superficial, stuck up, pain in the fucking ass. Not sure why you're interested in that, though."
“I told you: I’m notinterested,”my cousin insisted. “I just meant that her and Carter seem so different. She’s so nice, and Carter’s such a prick.”
“Don’t let her hear you saying that.” I laughed. “She loves him.”
“It doesn’t make sense when she’s so sweet…”
“First of all, Holly Sutton is not sweet. There’s nothingsweetabout that prissy little know-it-all,” I muttered, the cigarette hanging loosely between my lips. “Second of all, she deserves to be with that piece of shit. The guy’s fucking the whole cheerleading team and she doesn’t even bat an eye.”
Brodie shut the door, his eyes widening like he just heard the most exclusive piece of gossip in his life. “Does she know?”
“I guess not. She’s probably so fucking stupid she doesn’t even realize. Who knows? And who cares? Why are you so concerned?”
Brodie gave me a lazy shrug. “She’s just been really nice to me since I started.”
I stood up, shaking my head. “She’s using you. You’re writing for her stupid, little paper. She just wants your brain.” I pointed a heavy finger at his forehead, watching as he laughed and smacked at my hand. “Come on. Let’s go eat. You want pizza? I can get you pizza. But not from Fran’s.”
“Alright. Sounds good.”
I turned back to my bed, ducking my head under it as I reached forward. Inching my hand further and further in, I smiled in triumph when I came into contact with metal.
“What the hell are you doing?” laughed Brodie.
“I told you I can get you pizza. But I’m not made of money. Precautions are necessary in this household.”
