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Good in bed? The thought of him enjoying her—touching her—makes
me want to shove a rubber dick up his nose.
Asshole.
And I do not have a boyfriend. I have a prom date.
He leans in, his voice full of self-satisfaction. “You’re jealous.”
I fix the lid back on the drink, throw the soiled napkins away, and turn
to him, my eyes burning. “Rocks?” I bark, changing the subject completely
to avoid the one we’re on. “Dumb as a box of rocks? Are you kidding me?”
He breaks into a laugh. “It took you long enough.”
“Don’t you ever call me that again!” And then I dart my eyes to the
side, seeing a couple of girls from school cast us curious glances. I lower
my voice. “And I’m not jealous. I just don’t appreciate you filling me in on
all your sleazy bullshit.”
He takes a step closer, putting us chest to chest with both hands on the
counter at my sides, caging me in. “And I don’t like him touching you.” He
scowls down at me.
He must be referring to the parking lot today when he saw Trey kiss my
forehead.
I reach over and grab a popcorn box, tipping it over and shaking it to
show that it’s empty. “Here you go.” I shove it at his chest. “All the fucks I
give.”
And I push through his arm, taking my drink with me.
“Hey. Everything okay?” someone asks.
I look up, seeing Ten as I approach the register. I pause, seeing his gaze
flash between Masen and me as he holds his silver water bottle, which I
know is filled with rum and Coke.
Ignoring his question, I glance back at Masen. He tosses the popcorn
box to the counter and walks toward me, holding my eyes as he glares