Page 23 of Dirty Roulette
“He’s taking care of his grandad. That doesn’t scream,I wanna bang every chick in sight.” I scoff at her pure blindness. The guy is actually human with some sensibility and isn’t self-absorbed.
“Maybe... I dunno.”
I blink in astonished silence. “Seriously?”
“I dunno how I feel about him, okay? Out of all the things I did with Brody, Noah...”
“Noah what?”
“Okay, do you promise not to laugh?”
“Oh my god, what?”
She runs her fingers over her face and then places her hands on the steering wheel. “Every time Brody and I would do something... I really don’t think he knows what he’s doing. It’s always yeah baby, you like that, yeah you like that.” She mimics a deep voice with a stupid laugh. I grin at the irony. He isn’t amazing after all.
“So, it was a fake-it-until-you-make-it?” I wiggle my brows.
“Yeah, and I’d give him a hand job and be done with it.”
“Go on... Spill the tea.”
“But Noah… we’ve been messing around and he gave me my first orgasm ever. Holy hell, I was legit in heaven. I can’t even describe it.” She leans into the headrest and groans.
“Oh yeah...” I cover my face with a hand to hide my giggles.
“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.” She pushes me on the shoulder.
I hold up my hands in innocence. “I’m not. Just don’t hurt him like all the other guys you dump through a text.”
“Well, I’m not ready to jump the gun with him. I’d sleep with him. I’m just not into any commitment and doing the whole jealous bull again. I watched that crap all the time with Brittni and Ryder. Oh my god! I didn’t tell you. She came over after you left.”
My heart drops at the syllables that spell out her name. “Brittni came over?” My mouth burns dry and then is saturated with saliva. I’m suddenly sick to my stomach, wanting to open the car door and vomit.
“They went into his bedroom together. I’m praying to God they aren’t patching things up because they were in there a long time,” she babbles on. I’m silent and swallow hard. I’m well aware the smile on my face melted off. My soul leaves my body, and I’m looking down at it from above. “I dunno why he would, anyway. If he does, he’s an idiot. You saw him this summer. He went on some Madden binge for a week straight,” she says.
“Yeah...”
“What’s wrong?” She asks. I pull the seat belt over my chest and click it into place. My palms get sweaty holding the album I bought, and I stare at it long and hard. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No...”
“You’re acting weird.”
“What?” I shake my head and say, “No...”
“Did something happen between you two last night?”
How does she even sense how I feel? Unless she’s got some weird witchy sixth sense.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine” I roll my eyes with a fake laugh, wanting her to shut up already.
“Whatever, listen! I tell Ryder all the time he just needs to turn into a bad boy with no heart. Girls never go after romantics. I’d just hate to see him get hurt again.”
I stare at the tiny pebbles lining the car mat. I imagine Ryder’s hands nestled in my hair, his heavy breathing, and him pushing me into a wall. For a second, I thought he liked it. Something inside my chest hurts, and I shuffle the rocks to destroy the image. My stomach sours. I guess that’s why Ryder didn’t bother to look me in the eye when I left this morning. His text messages were bitter. God, I must be disgusting to him.
“Cut the shit. What happened last night?” She twirls keys in her fingers.
“Nothing, let’s just head back...” I say.
