Now I was struggling to do anything but yawn.
“Are you hanging out with Droopy Daisy now?” He slung an arm across my back.
I shoved it off. “Don’t call her that.”
“Why not? That’s her name. I mean, look at her face.” He shuddered dramatically. “I wonder if that’s the result of having been repeatedly dropped on her head when she was a baby. She seems to have some level of mental retardation for the same reason.”
“What the fuck?” I jerked away from him, appalled. “I don’t know whose rectum you crawled out of, but you should’ve been flushed. Ugh. You’re disgusting. Huge turnoff.”
I stood to leave.
“Tinsley, wait.” He touched my wrist, his eyes imploring. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was your friend.”
“Does it matter?” I dropped to the bench and shoved my face in his. “She’s a person, and you’re suffering from delusions of adequacy. Also, I prefer a battle of wits, which you appear to be unarmed for, so fuck off.”
“Jesus.” His eyes widened, and he licked his lips. “You’re fucking hot when you’re worked up.”
My vision turned red. “I’m done.”
When I stood this time, he was ready. His hand caught my arm, holding me to the bench.
“Let go,” I growled.
“Hear me out. Please?”
I glanced over at Father Isaac, who pushed up his glasses, his eyes squinting in my direction. He couldn’t see Tucker’s hand on my bicep.
“You have five seconds,” I said through my teeth and yanked my arm free.
“Okay, you’re right. I’m a jerk. I shouldn’t have said that about her. If I took the time to get to know her, I’m sure I’d find out just how great she is.”
“Prove it.”
“What?”
“The Winter Formal is in four weeks. You want me to dance with you? Prove to me you’re not a disgusting human.”
“I’m not—”
“Daisy will be the judge of that. You have four weeks to convince her. If she doesn’t think you’re a total dirtbag by the time the Winter Formal rolls around, I’ll dance with you.”
He groaned and scrubbed a hand over his head. “How am I supposed to do that? She despises me.”
For good reason.
She’d finished her interviews and was heading our way.
“Here she comes.” I scooted away from him. “Compliment her when she gets here.”
“What am I supposed to say?” His eyes bugged.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” I lowered my voice. “It better be good, Tucker. And honest.”
Daisy climbed up the steps and crouched to pack up her bag, ignoring both of us.
“Hey, Daisy.” He scuffed his shoe against the concrete. “I like your hair today, especially the way it curls around your, uh…neck.”
Her eyebrows pulled in, and her hand went to the brown waves, sweeping them forward, toward her chin. She never pulled her hair back. Not on purpose. I saw beneath the strands once, when the wind caught them. She didn’t have ears. Not much of them, anyway. They were more like little puckers of skin low along her underdeveloped jawline. I imagined she was self-conscious about it, even though she would never admit it.
When her gaze cut to me, I quirked up a brow and shrugged.
Her eyes turned to slits. She lifted her bag and paced off. “Eat a dick, Tucker.”
A smile struggled on my face as he huffed, looking all offended. But he didn’t say a word in return.
That was a start. Maybe he was trainable after all.
“You have four weeks.” I patted his head and left him sitting there with his mouth hanging open.
CHAPTER 21
TINSLEY
My gold high heels wobbled, knocking my knees. Restless energy buzzed in my stomach, and my pulse thumped with the music blaring from inside the gymnasium.
I hadn’t gone in yet. But given the din of chatter and dancing, the Winter Formal was in full swing.
“Are you staring at my ass?” Daisy strode ahead of me in a sparkling pink dress that did amazing things to her figure.
“You wish.” I paused in the dim entryway of the gym, totally staring at her ass. And her shoes.
She wore heels so high I thought for sure she’d break her neck. But she pulled it off, shaking her hot little shimmy.
Father Crisanto approached from the side door and motioned me over.
“I’ll catch up.” I tugged on her hair.
“Whatever.” She flicked a hand over her shoulder and headed toward the gym to make her grand entrance.
Flashing lights spilled out of the double doors as glimmering gowns and black suits poured in. And somewhere amid the throng of fancily dressed students, Magnus would be waiting.
It had been four weeks since he kissed me in the forest on that cold, stormy night. He hadn’t kissed me since. But he wanted to. I watched him wrestle with it every day with every breath.
We both fought against that ceaseless pull. It was fucking exhausting.
“You look truly enchanting, Tinsley.” Father Crisanto smiled like a man whose heart was filled with sunshine.