“I would never cheat on you, you know that, right?”
“I know, Princess, I just got caught off guard and acted before thinking.”
“Yeah well, maybe next time just try and put a little faith in me.”
“I’ll put whatever you want in you,” he says and then winks, flashing me a brilliant white smile and those freaking dimples.
“Perv!”
“Shut up, you know you love it,” he tells me as he kisses my forehead.
“Yeah, I kind of do.”
We are sitting at the lunch table, Ethan on the bench and me on his knee. I hate sitting in here but I want to send a message to Della and her wolf pack. I’m pretty sure it's working since she couldn’t school the scowl on her face when she noticed Ethan and me.
Drew and Dannii walk over to take a seat and Dannii’s eyes widen for a second as she takes in my seating arrangement.
“Hey Blair, how are you holding up? I’ve heard a few rumors this morning, honestly the girls in this school can be such bitches.”
“Tell me about it. So far today I’ve heard three different variations of how much of a cheating slut I am,” I say nonchalantly.
I feel Ethan’s body tense under mine as he cranes his neck back to look me in the eye.
“People are calling you a slut?”
“Yup,” I tell him.
His eyes squeeze shut and he takes a deep breath. “This is bullshit.”
“Chill Ethan, she’s a big girl. Aren’t you Blair?” Dannii says, taking a seat across from us. “You just need to pull on your big girl panties and ignore it.” She smiles.
“Nah…I am a slut, they’re kind of right, I’m not even wearing panties.”
Ethan chokes as TJ busts out laughing and holds out a first for him to bump. Ethan shakes his head glaring at him and Jackson’s just about wetting himself at the exchange. Dannii’s eyes are wide as she processes what I just said. I smile a huge fake ass grin at her and she returns an equally fake smile back. She’s not aware of the fact that I just overheard her little conversation in the bathroom, and that’s the way I’m gonna keep it until I can figure out what it is that she’s up to.
I feel Ethan’s breath race across my neck as he moves his mouth to my ear. “Are you really not wearing panties?” he whispers and I snort laugh as I whip my head around to look at his face.
“It was a joke, you dirty boy,” I tease and his fingers pinch my side, making me jump.
“That’s a cruel joke,” he says, narrowing his eyes at me in mock disappointment. “Do you have plans tonight?” he asks in a hushed voice.
“No…why are we whispering?”
“Because I don’t want people to overhear that I have the house to myself tonight.”
“PARTY AT ETHAN’S TONIGHT!” TJ announces to the cafeteria in a shout and half the room cheers.
He glares at TJ like he wants to kill him and TJ winks back at him making me chuckle.
“You’re a dick, Connors!” Ethan shouts over the noise of people already making plans to carpool and organize kegs.
TJ shrugs his shoulders and smirks, “What time should we come?”
Ethan ignores him and turns his attention back to me.
“You think you could stop over at my house tonight?” His face is so hopeful it’s delectable. A wave of excitement and anticipation slides over my body; I tense and clap my hands like an over eager seven-year-old on Christmas morning.
“I’m sure it can be arranged.”
He squeezes my waist and plants a quick kiss against my lips. My crappy day is finally looking up.
“HOLY SHIT DUDE, why’s there a doll in your bathroom?” TJ emerges from taking a piss and is looking at me like I’m some sort of freak.
“What are you talking about asshole?”
“The ugly ass Barbie sitting on top of your toilet with a knitted fucking dress!”
I laugh realizing what he means. “The dress is hiding the toilet paper, dude.”
“Why?”
I think for a second and draw a blank. “Um…I have no idea, actually.” It’s one of Mom’s weird things. Personally, I’d rather look at a roll of toilet paper sitting there than a creepy action figure in a dress that stares at you while you piss.
“I’d hide it if I were you before the guys get here; they see that you have dolls and they’ll rip you a new one.”
“This is all your fault fucktard, I didn’t even want a party. You completely screwed me over, bro.”
“Quit whining like a little bitch. It’s one night. You’re happy to invite the whole goddamn school when I have a party.”
He’s got me there; his parties are always pretty full-on. “Yeah, but that’s at your house, not mine.”
“Karma’s a bitch, E my man,” he says slapping my shoulders. I look around and decide that there’s no fucking way I’ll get away with having a party in here without someone trashing something.