Page 4 of Enemies to Prom Dates
“That’s what she said,” Bingly snorted from the front seat.
Not. Funny.
I glared at Fitz and said quietly. “You’ll pay for this.”
He glared back. “I’m already paying for this. Your ass is soaked, too.”
“Dude,” Chas said. “Where’syourcar?”
“That’s right,” I exclaimed. “You got a car this summer. You shouldn’t even be walking where you could possibly run into me at all.”
“It’s not my car,” he said. “It’s my father’s unless he chooses to loan it to me. Today, I wanted to walk. I didn’t know about the rain. Either, apparently.”
I made a face at him, but he ignored me. Instead, he and Chas started talking about the upcoming football season. Despite being a grade apart—Chas, a senior and Fitz, a junior—they were actually good friends. They both played quarterback. While Chas currently held the title of QB One, everyone knew Fitz was the more talented athlete. However, the coach weighted the fact that Chas was a senior and it would be his last season. Fitz could wait until next year to take the title.
“So what were you doing talking in the rain? You guys catching up?” Star asked, looking at me, then Fitz.
“You could say that,” I drawled.
“Always happy to be in the presence of a Bennet girl,” Fitz said with his own hint of sarcasm.
“Well, that’s not too hard given there are five of us in the school now,” Star laughed as she counted us off. “Me, Beth, Lyd, Kit…” her voice trailed off.
“And Mary,” I reminded her.
“Mary! Shoot. Why do we always do that? Anyway, Lyd and Kit did okay this morning? Sorry I had leave you with them on your own.”
“Other than Lyd wanting to wear a cropped top that exposed her midriff and Kit wanting to wear a strapless corset, which resulted in an epic battle I eventually won, they did fine.”
Star shook her head. “Those two are going to be trouble. It’s like they’re actually trying to become freshman bait.”
Freshman baitwas a term used by the junior classmen who wanted to fish easy pickings. Since a junior guy, who already had his driver’s license, was like a god to a freshman girl, they often fell right into their hands.
“We won’t let that happen,” I assured her.
Then it occurred to me my sisters weren’t the only freshman bait starting this year.
“Isn’t your sister a freshman this year, too?” I asked Fitz.
“Yes. Gigi’s a freshman. But I’m not exactly worried about her dressing in crop tops or corsets,” he said condescendingly.
I really did hate his breathing guts.
The school was now only a block away so the rest of the trip was blissfully short. As soon as Chas pulled into one of the parking spots assigned to the seniors, I scrambled to get off Fitz’s lap, while he practically pushed me out the car door.
Once outside the car, standing his full height, Fitz looked down at me. “Next time bring an umbrella, Bennet.”
“Yeah, well next time…”
I didn’t get to say anything clever in return because he was already walking away, his back to me as he headed through the arched stone gates that guarded the school at brisk clip.
It occurred to me then, I didn’t even know why he’d been waiting for me in the first place.
“Asshole,” I said.
“Pretty much,” Chas agreed with an easy smile. “But that’s Fitz. Later babe, I’ll catch up with you after practice.”
He gave my sister a quick kiss and once again I was struck by how lucky she was. Chas was sweet and kind and funny.
