A slight smirk hovered over his lips. “Yeah.”
Rex pointed a finger at him, but he nodded in approval. “Hey, yeah. You’re the YouTube guy. You’re awesome. You took that bat to those mofos like Rambo style. My buds and I watched it a bunch that night.”
Mason walked over to us again. “You’re with the stoners.”
“Yep.”
There was no shame.
And Mason nodded at him.
Then Rex snapped his fingers again at him. “You’re a Kade. Your brother was at my house today. He banged my sister all day.”
My mouth started to fall open, but I locked my jaw quickly. A weird gurgling sound came out.
Mason narrowed his eyes. Nothing else was said and Rex bobbed his head up and down again. “Yeah. I like your brother. My sister was in a good mood all day. Mostly, she’s a bitch. I think he’s still at my house. We could all go over there. I’ve got a bowl we could share.”
Becky giggled behind her hands. Rex’s eyes lit up and his lips spread in a slow grin.
Then Mason’s phone beeped and he snorted as he read it. “Logan at Ethan’s now. I don’t think he’s at your house.”
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.” But Rex didn’t care. His eyes were fixated on Becky and he gestured at her. “She’s knocker, huh?” He jostled his shoulder towards Mason and thumped his chest. “I love ‘em when they’ve got rolls to hold onto, you know.”
Mason glanced at me, but I saw him fighting back his laughter. His shoulders started to shake.
Rex continued. His hair fell back over his eyes, but he never moved it back. He slid his hands in his jeans’ pockets and it slipped down an inch on his waist. His black boxers were now visibly showing. “Yeah, man, and her laugh. It’s like bugs bunny came to life for me. Smooth sailing with the buzz, you know.”
He looked up for approval from Mason, who coughed and shook his head. “I don’t do drugs.”
“Really?” He seemed amazed.
“Nah. I don’t like ‘em.”
“Oh yeah, you’re a big time athlete, aren’t you?” His head bobbed again. “Cool, cool. Hey, I hope your brother bangs my sister again. She’s a lot easier to handle.”
“He probably won’t.”
Rex lifted a relaxed shoulder. “Yeah, I understand that. She’s a bitch. All my buds want to bang her, but she’s a bitch. I wish she’d let ‘em, you know. She’d always be in a good mood, but she thinks she’s too good for my buds. I understand that too.”
“So, Rex.” I cleared my throat, though it came out strained. “Where are you taking Becky on your date?”
He shrugged. “I was thinking whatever party’s going on.” He twisted to Becky. “That cool with you?”
She giggled some more and her head jerked up and down in a spastic fashion.
Another lazy smile spread over his face.
Mason met my gaze. He couldn’t hold back his amusement. “Ethan’s doing a small party tonight.”
“Hey, you think we could go there?”
“Yeah, pretty sure.” His lip twitched and he choked back another burst of laughter.
I clamped onto Becky’s arm. “She can ride with us.”
“Ah no, dudette Sam. It’s our first date and all. I want to be the honorable guy and drive.”
I narrowed my eyes. “We’re not under the influence. She’s going with us.”
“Oh, ah!” He threw his head back and laughed. The hair fell away and his shiny blue eyes were crinkled at the ends. “Ah, no. I always look like this. My mom said it goes back to when I was a baby. I was a crack baby or something. Nah, I haven’t smoked anything since last night. I’m good to go and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Becky. She’s my golden Labradoodle.”
“She’s your dog?”
“Nah, my best friend. They’re all full of unconditional love and shit.”
Becky couldn’t stop giggling and Rex seemed infatuated with the sound of it. He moved beside her and took her hand in his. Then he lifted two fingers towards us. “We’ll see you there. I want some alone time with my girl here.”
Another blush lit up from her neck and she waved at me before she was in the car and the station wagon left the parking lot.
We were quiet for a second. I didn’t know what to say and then Mason burst out laughing. He bent over with a hand still on my back as his shoulders continued to shake. I couldn’t hold back my own laughter and soon I had tears in my eyes. As I wiped them away and tried to contain myself, I shook my head. “I can’t believe that happened.”
“I like him.” His shoulders still shook from his silent amusement.
I opened my mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. My shoulders sagged dramatically and I threw my hands up. “I have no idea what to say.”
“He doesn’t care about me. I say he’s good to go.”
“This isn’t about you. He’s a pothead. Becky can’t date a pothead.”
He shrugged and started towards the car. “She’ll be fine. He’ll probably be good for her, help pull her away from your quarterback’s snare.”