“You totally suck at this game,” Jackson informs me, throwing his control pad onto the floor in front of him.
“Yeah, that’s because I have a life, dude. I don’t sit in my basement playing video games every night,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
“I don’t just play video games, I read too.” He grins, waiting for my response to the out-and-out lie.
I throw my head back in laughter. I’m willing to bet my car that he doesn’t own a single book that isn’t for school. “Why do I have a hard time believing that, bro?”
He shakes his head and slaps his hand across his chest dramatically in mock disgust. “I’ll have you know I have an extensive range of reading materials down here.” He reaches under the sofa we’re sitting on and pulls out a stack of Playboys. “See?”
I bust out laughing as he pushes them back into their hiding spot.
“You need to get laid, you're turning into a creeper.”
“Tell me about it.” He sighs and twists so that he’s facing me. “So I’m pretty sure that Brie’s game for it, ever since you started dating Blair she’s moved her attention onto me.”
“Yeah, I’d noticed that, thank god,” I say, smiling. “The girl’s persistent, I’ll give her that.”
“I’d give her whatever she wanted. Have you not seen her rack?” He pulls a weird pout and pretends to weigh a pair of tits in front of his chest.
“Not her rack I’m interested in.”
He groans and falls back against the cushions, “Whipped!”
“Yeah, yeah.” I flip him the bird and he picks his controller up again. “Go again?”
“Nah bro, gonna make a move, catch you later,” I tell him, standing and patting my pockets down to find my keys.
“Later dude,” he calls out, and as I’m leaving the room I hear a loud whipping noise. Asshole.
I’M ABOUT TO climb into my car when my cell beeps; I pull it out and look at the screen, one new message from Blair.
From: Princess
The GC and Vegas is ON!!!
B xxx
I pull up her number and hit dial, it rings twice before she answers in a high-pitched squeal.
“She caved!”
“Hey Princess, that’s awesome news,” I say around my smile because it is awesome. A whole weekend alone together. My dick twitches at the thought of all of the things we could get up to.
“Yup, I kind of forgot to mention that we’d be heading to Vegas too, but she took so much persuading to let me go to the Grand Canyon, I didn’t want to push my luck.”
“Guess we better decide when to go and organize this thing, then.”
“Eeeek I’m so freaking excited!”
I can’t control the laugh that bubbles from my chest.
“Babe did you just say ‘Eek’?”
“Yeah, whatever get over it, I’m hyper,” she tells me and I can practically hear the smile in her voice.
“You're such a dork, I love it.” The words are out before I can stop them and I widen my eyes in surprise at how easily the word love just slipped out of my mouth. It's not a word I’m accustomed to using. I hold my breath waiting for her to reply.
“I’m pretty sure dork isn’t a term of endearment…but I’ll let it slide ‘cause you’re hot,” she retorts and I exhale letting my shoulders drop.
“You forgot intelligent, charming, witty, charisma—”
“Oh, and not to mention modest…now who’s the dork?” She’s chuckling to herself and I like that I can make her sound so happy.
“Okay Princess, I’m heading home from Jacksons, I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”