Page 54 of Dirty Roulette
“Are you insane?” I cough up a laugh.
“You can’t tell me you don’t like this song. Everyone likes this song.”
“You’re lucky I like you.” To please this music junkie, I allow her to drag me right into singing along with her, bobbing my head with her to the beat once it hits the chorus.
We pull up to the campus and I walk with Payton down to the courtyard. With one hand resting in my jean pocket, I'm staring at her pretty face. She rambles about some bands I need to listen to. Her passion is so cute. She doesn’t shut up about guitar solos and the different beats of drums. I’m not following a damn thing she is saying, but I’m warm inside my chest. It’s fluttering in my stomach, and I almost think I might like her too much. She mentions something about going to a concert with Charlie.
Speak of the devil, Charlie’s making a beeline straight towards us. The butterflies drop dead in my stomach with my sister’s resting bitch face staring right at us. Her fingers fist around her bag straps and she’s feet away.
“Where have you been all morning?” Charlie races up to us.
“She stopped by to get help with algebra, she failed her first quiz and it was the only time I’m free today.” I half tell her the truth. In the back of my mind, it’s Payton whimpering and screwing my face feverishly. I swat the memory away. “I thought I’d give her a ride back and we grabbed some coffee.” I point to the iced bullshit in her hands. It doesn’t make sense how she can drink a pinch of caffeine with all creamer and ten pounds of sugar.
“Yeah, so what did you two do last night?” Charlie crosses her arms over her chest with that stupid eye flutter. “I’m not an idiot. You two were hanging out.”
“Watched a movie,” I say.
“What movie?”
“The one about aliens from Mars.” Payton shakes her head with a nervous laugh.
“How did it end?” Charlie asks.
I’m a deer in headlights. I didn’t pay attention to the screen anymore once Payton had her hand wrapped around my dick, and all I could do was stare at her breasts bouncing as she fucked my hand. Oh, the sounds she made, they were the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard and making her...Dude, get your head out of your pants.
I clear my throat. “I was pretty tired.”
“Yeahhh...I fell asleep.” Payton shrugs and slurps some of her coffee through the thick green straw. The way her mouth wraps around it, I’m reliving her sucking my dick, and...stop, man. God, I got it bad.
“I honestly don’t remember.” My molars clench down hard. That was a bad response. I need to shove a croissant in my mouth and try to wave goodbye so they can settle it on their own.
“And you fell asleep too?” Bullets shoot out of her eyes like a machine gun.
“We did eat an entire pizza,” I add.
“Show it to me,” Charlie pulls the collar of her turtleneck and yanks it down. There’s nothing there but her silky soft skin I had my hands all over. The ice cubes worked their magic. The hickey pulled a Houdini –poof– gone. “What the hell was she talking about? There’s nothing there.”
“I’m guessing Brittni is spreading rumors again?” Payton straightens out her shirt.
“Sorry... I dunno why I believed her.” Charlie says. There is something wrong. “You were totallystudying.” I think Charlie knows by the painful look in her eyes and both of them are spitting out everything but the damn truth. This would be a million times easier for Charlie to get mad at the fact Payton landed on me for Dirty Roulette and settle with the reality that at some point I’m going to sleep with herbest friend and screw her brains out. When I finish, I’ll send the stupid video to the dickhead wanting to jerk to it and move on with my life.
At the same time, I don’t want to be thrown to the lions. Payton chained me up and dragged me into the mess. It hasn’t even been a month seeing her, and I’m sick of everyone's drama. “You two are obnoxious. You know that?” I shake my head and lick the front of my teeth. “I know what Brittni posted online.”
“Oh, you do?” Charlie asks.
“She likes to make up stories. You should know that by now.” The annoyance is laced in my voice.
“I saw her in the dining hall talking nonstop about seeing Payton with a hickey. Then she’s wearing a turtleneck. If that doesn’t scream guilty, I dunno what does!” Charlie argues her point.
“Quit it. She’s just mad I won’t get back together with her,” I say.
“Fine. Whatever. I’m going to class.” Charlie shoves her shoulder into me and storms off, cutting through the grass to the other side of the courtyard. Payton’s face falls, as she watches the birds scatter as Charlie walks through a flock of them.
“You need to tell her, or someone else will. It’ll be better coming out of your mouth than me or anyone else for that matter. I want to be with you more than anything, but we can’t if you continue to lie to her,” I say.
“I don’t understand why I can’t though.”
I roll my eyes. This whole thing has given me a headache. Even though she could easily lure me back into this raging crush and craving for her, my immediate desire withers like roses without water. I need some space. I pull out my cell checking the time, and I should head over to the weight room before it’s too late. “I’ll text you...” I wrap an arm around her shoulder and kiss her on the forehead.
