I press my lips together as I consider him. He’s right. We’re not dating, just making out at random parties. “Fine,” I groan.
And just like that, his lips are crushing on mine again.
“Ugh,” Brooke says as she saunters over with Bec and Courtney joining her. “Get a room.”
With that, Josh pulls back and winks at me before joining the rest of the jocks who are flirting with the cheerleaders.
My eyes follow him as he leaves which is when I notice Elle, the head cheerleader, shooting daggers my way.
Shit. I hadn’t even noticed her arriving. Day one and Josh has just put a massive target on my back. Just what I need.
It’s common knowledge around here that the cheerleaders do not share their toys, and the football team; well, they are theirs, especially the quarterback.
“Are you sure you want to keep messing around with their quarterback?” Courtney grunts. “Elle looks like she could tear you a new asshole right now.”
“It’s fine,” I say, waving off her concern. “Nothing is going on with me and Josh. It’s just a little innocent flirting and a bit of making out.”
“Even though he had a blonde getting acquainted with his junk on Friday night?” Brooke grunts.
“As Josh just so kindly reminded me, we’re not dating. So, technically he can have whoever the fuck he wants sucking his dick. Hell, he can even suck a few dicks if he feels that way inclined.”
Brooke gives me a sideways glance, clearly very curious about my blasé attitude. “You sure?” she questions before raising her coffee to her lips.
I roll my eyes and turn to face her better. “Yes, I’m sure. Josh is just fun, and besides, in order to be anything more to him, I’d have to run around the school with a pair of pom-poms, cheering about school spirit, and that’s just not me.”
The girls burst into laughter. “Oh, I can just see it now,” Courtney says. “You’d be the worst cheerleader.”
“Shut up,” I laugh, swatting her shoulder. “Besides, Josh would make an awful boyfriend. He’d be super high maintenance and constantly need his ego stroked.
“Yeah,” Brooke scoffs. “You’ll be stroking more than just his ego.”
I break into snickers knowing just how right she is. I mean, I’ve had a crush on him for the past year, but it’s not super intense. I wouldn’t mind taking it a little further, but only if it meant something. What we’re doing now… I don’t know if it will go any further than this.
The first warning bell sounds, telling us to get our asses to our first class and I watch in amusement as everyone scrams from the hallway. I have Brooke in my first class so we walk together as Bec and Courtney disappear the opposite way down the hallway.
“Have you heard from your parents yet?” Brooke questions as we walk.
“Yeah,” I tell her. “I got a text from mom last night saying they made it there safely, but that’s about it so far. I think it’s the middle of the night over there at the moment so I can’t really check in.”
“Oh,” she sighs. “I’m sure your mom will call after school. I don’t think that woman could go long without checking in on her special little lady.”
“Shut up,” I laugh, but again, she’s right. Mom and I are close. It’s my dad I have the differences with.
He’s a bit of a workaholic and though he works from home, we hardly ever see him. From the second he wakes up to the moment I turn my light off at night, he’s holed up in his office. I mean, sure, he comes out every now and then to eat and mom forces him to take time off on a Sunday, but that’s about it really.
I’m almost certain their marriage is suffering because of it, but mom is too proper to let anyone know. She’s all about the looks and living the ultimate housewife fantasy.
I can just picture it now. Dad would be sitting at Nanna’s dining table with his head suck in his laptop while the world continues around him. Mom could be making out with some random hot Aussie right in front of him and he wouldn’t even notice.
It goes a long way in explaining my car, you know, apart from the whole internet porn thing.
Brooke and I file into our math class while our teacher goes about writing something up on the board. The sounds of the students’ chairs scraping across the floor is the only noise I hear for at least thirty full seconds before they all settle into their spots and pull out their notebooks.
Mr. Miller is about to start his lesson when the door opens and Nate saunters in, not giving two shits that he’s late and the teacher is glaring at him. He walks past me and smirks as he bumps into the side of my desk and knocks over my coffee.