“You bet your ass Preston would. He obviously wants you. Anyone within a ten-mile radius of you two can feel the sexual tension. Your dad’s last rule applies to dating, but he never said you couldn’t have sex with his players.”
“No, not you, too.” She sounds bummed that I’m siding with him. “You’re just as bad as Preston. Look what happened the last time I had sex with one of his players. It almost ruined my life.”
“This time is different.”
“How so?”
“Because Preston is different. And girl, he’s like a five-alarm fire hot. I don’t know how you can stand to be around him without keeping a change of panties in your pocket.”
I love messing with her. Sometimes, Bex can be so sensitive. And when it comes to Preston, she’s acting like a complete weirdo. She needs to lighten up about him. Whether she will admit it or not, she’s totally into him, and will probably jump him by the end of the night if he doesn’t get to it first.
Bex lifts a pillow from the bed and throws it at me. “You’re so gross.”
I catch the pillow and throw it back at her. “You know I’m right. Admit it, Bex. You want him, too.”
She ducks, the pillow missing her head. It hits the wall behind her. “I can’t.”
“Hey, it’s just an idea. If you want to touch his man meat, there’s nothing stopping you.”
She makes a disgusted face. “Eww, did you just say man meat?”
“I hear he’s pretty big.” I hold out my hands to pretend I’m measuring Preston’s dick, though I doubt he’s bigger than Drake.
I don’t think anyone is that big. Drake is like porn star, Guinness World Records huge. When Jackie showed me the pictures he sent to her, my jaw unhinged. It’s so massive that one screen isn’t enough to cover all of it.
I have been wondering where he puts it. Like how does it even fit in his pants?
“Oh my God.” She sticks her tongue out. “Stop it. And how would you know how big Preston is? It’s not like you’ve seen it.”
“I asked around for you.” I’m lying to mess with her. “Figured we should get as much dirt on him as we can… in case you change your mind about him.”
She shakes head and sighs. “I can’t think of him like that. Ugh… he’s my dad’s favorite player. And his mom invited me to learn from her. I mean, how cool is that?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty awesome. Coach is like your spirit animal.”
“I know. She’s so incredible. I would kill to have a mom like Preston’s. Mine was a complete embarrassment to all women. A nasty home-wrecking whore.”
I take a peek in the mirror once more. “How do I look?”
She winks at me. “Hot.”
Smiling, I gather my hair and move it over my shoulder, and then hand Bex the bottle of vodka from the counter.
She takes it from me as if she needs it to survive the night. “Everyone on campus is coming to see the contest, and I don’t even know how to dance.”
I snort and steal the bottle back from Bex, raising it to my lips. “You’ve got moves, Bex. They come out when you’re drunk. All you have to do is get on that bar, shake your ass, and push out your tits.”
She laughs. “I hate you.”
I blow her a kiss. “You love me.”
I know she does.
We have to leave now, or we’ll be late for this clusterfuck of a night. Between Bex stressing out over Preston and the dance moves, I haven’t given much thought to the fact Drake will be there too. And I have to dance in front of him and the rest of the school. Oh, well. I can do this. Bex needs me to be the strong one to push her.
Drake is the first person I see in the parking lot at The Sixth Floor, the two-story dance club that overlooks the Philadelphia waterfront. He’s so big, he towers over all of his friends who are standing around him. They must be waiting for us. Preston is next to Tucker and Trent Kane with Jamie O’Connor on his right. Bex locks onto Preston and sucks in a deep breath.
I have a similar reaction to Drake, even though I expected to see him here. The second our eyes meet, his expression changes. He shoots a strange look in my direction, a mixture of desire and hatred that pricks my skin.
The feeling is mutual, buddy.
I know some of the girls in Kappa Delta, the sorority we’re dancing with tonight. A group of girls in matching outfits crowd around Drake and his teammates. Avoiding Drake’s intense gaze, I follow Bex who makes a beeline toward Preston.
Preston stops talking, his eyes now fixed on Bex. His takes in every inch of Bex’s body, his mouth open in shock. No one has ever seen Bex dressed like this. At least, not in public.