Ilaria shakes her head. “Literally the worst way you could have possibly handled any type of situation with Tanner Morgan.”
“Yeah, I’m figuring that out,” I tell her, before glancing back at Chanel. “Anyway, I got out of there, went home, and my mom hit me with the whole we’re moving in with my fancy new boyfriend bombshell, and now, I’m somehow Tanner’s new next-door neighbor.”
Her eyes bug out of her head. “WHAT?”
“Yeah, his bedroom looks directly into mine,” I say, pulling the lipstick out of my pocket and slamming it down on the table. “So, he took it upon himself to break into my room in the middle of the night and leave me a message on my mirror in lipstick.”
“The fuck?” Arizona grunts. “That’s messed up.”
“Could have been worse,” Ilaria tells me. “It could have been Jensen.”
“Jensen Channing?” Arizona gasps. “Holy fuck. Don’t tell me you’re involved with that asshole too?”
“Unfortunately. He’s my new roommate. My mom is dating his father.”
Chanel shakes her head. “You’re fucked, so fucking fucked,” she says, glancing toward Ilaria and Arizona across the table. “What the hell are we supposed to do about this? There’s no way she’s going to survive the year living right next door to the guy. Plus, who knows what Jensen is capable of.” She turns back to me. “Does your mom know about him, what he’s like?”
I nod. “Yeah, when I first told her about the vibe I got from him, she seemed horrified, but now that we’re living there, she’s turning a blind eye to it. I don’t know, it’s been one day and she’s already slipping into the role of country club housewife. He already got her to quit her job and start working as his legal secretary, wearing ridiculous pantsuits with hooker heels.”
“Shit.”
I nod and my gaze drops to the lipstick in the middle of the table, my heart heavily thumping in my chest. I thought I could handle all of this but seeing just how concerned they are is alarming. Maybe this whole situation is worse than I’d assumed.
A moment passes as I stew on everything that’s gone down, before finally raising my head. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about Jensen, but as for Tanner Morgan, I’m not about to sit back and let him railroad my senior year. I’m more than happy to face this alone, but if you guys are down, I’d love some back up.”
Arizona grins, a wicked spark hitting her soft eyes. “Just tell me where you want me.”
I grin right back at her. “Ever broken into someone’s house before?”
Chapter 8
TANNER
“Fuck bro, if you don’t rail that chick soon, I will,” Jax says, slinging his arm over my shoulder and slapping his hand against my chest, all but howling his appreciation for Killjoy as we watch her making her way back down to the student parking lot.
Shrugging his arm off my shoulder, I keep walking down to the football field for our after-school training session. It’s the first of the season, and I don’t doubt it’s going to be killer, especially after spending the last three months drinking and partying. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance,” I tell my cousin, unable to resist rolling my eyes as I smirk back at him. “But I can’t guarantee that after being with me, she’ll have any interest in your pin dick.”
Jax stops walking and gapes at me as though he’s never been so offended. “Pin dick?” he questions, a hard edge in his tone. “Nah, you’ve got me confused for Hudson. You know damn well that I’ve got a king cobra between my legs. It’s a motherfucking python, baby! This beast needs his own zip code.” I scoff and he gapes some more. “Are you fucking kidding, bro? I’ll drop my pants right now if I have to.”
“Go ahead,” I tell him, a smirk resting on my lips. “Whip your dick out. Maybe do a dance, shake that thing around, but I can guarantee that no matter how big you think you are, she won’t even look twice.” I spin around to face him while still moving away, walking backward as I tap my fingers to my temple. “I’m already in her head, bro. Every waking second, she’s already thinking about me.”
Spinning around, I walk forward as Logan falls into my other side, glancing back at his twin brother, his helmet pinned between his hip and arm. I have to do a double take, making sure it actually is Logan. I don’t know what’s going on with these guys, but the older they get, the more similar they appear, but I suppose that’s just what you get with identical twins. Same dark hair, same chiseled jaw, same fucking laugh that throws me off.
“Jax talking about his dick again?” Logan asks.
“You fucking know it,” I sigh. Jax is just one of those guys who will mention his dick, even when the conversation doesn’t call for it, but I can’t blame the guy. He’s proud, and he sure as fuck has a right to be. I might tease the guy about having a pin dick, but that’s certainly not the case. I’ve shared enough girls with each of my friends to know exactly what they’re packing. They’re all doing just fine.