grab some breakfast and see if our friends can tear
themselves apart from each other.”
“Did Judd go to school
with you and Annabelle?”
“No. Judd’s daddy worked for my dad.
His dad runs a couple of our farms. So Judd and I grew up together.
He tries to keep me straight and out of jail.”
I try to relax. He’s
trying to be nice. This has obviously been a weird twenty-four
hours. So I try to make conversation. “He seems nice. Well, the
five seconds I got to talk to him before he and my best friend
started sucking face. Will you hand me my top and my jeans? I gotta
walk down to my room and grab my bag.”
Handing me my clothes, he goes back to
the bathroom. “He’s a great guy,” he says through the bathroom
door. “I’d trust him with my life. He likes me for who I am, not
how much money my family has.”
“You know, if you hadn’t come on to me
like some kind of sleaze ball, I might have liked you for who you
are, too.”
He steps back out into the room. “Hey,
I just feel that it’s important to be upfront. You’re the one who
was telling me how cute I was last night when you were
drunk.”
“I did not,” I argue.
“Yes, you did. Well, in your defense,
we’d just ran into the two douche nozzles. So I think, looking at
me, you just said what felt natural.”
I stand up after pulling
on my boots. “Whatever. But I do appreciate you giving me a ride
and not leaving me with those two. I vaguely remember seeing them
anyway.”
“Like I said, I go way back with those
two and I can’t stand them.”
I touch his arm
as I grab the
door. “Well, thanks anyway. I’m going to grab my bag.”
I walk down the hall to my
room
and
bang on the door. Annabelle answers with a towel wrapped around
her. She has “I just got fucked all night long” hair. “Hey,” she
says.
“I need my bag. If you can pull
yourself away from GI Joe long enough to hand it to me.”
“Yeah, sorry about last night, but
that was just too good to pass on, trust me. Here’s your bag. We
were thinking about going next door to that Waffle House to grab
some food. What about you and Ryder?”
“We were talking about some food. I’m
going to take a shower and we’ll meet you over there in, say,
forty-five minutes?”
“Sure.”
I walk back down to
Ryder’s room and knock on the door. He answers in a towel. Damn, he’s got some killer abs . He motions for me to come in. “Do you mind if I use your
shower?” I ask. “Annabelle said that they’ll meet us next door in
forty-five minutes for some breakfast.”
“Sounds good; I’m
starving.”
I walk into the bathroom
and shut the door, leaning back against it. Reaching over and turn
on the shower, letting the steam fill the room. I slip back out of
my clothes and step under the hot spray. I scrub last night’s
make-up off and then get to work on the mess
I call hair. I hear the door open. I know he didn’t just come in here. “Um, hello. Still in the shower here.”
“I’m going. I forgot to brush my
teeth. Shit, it isn’t as if you didn’t show me plenty last
night.”
“You’re an asshole. Do you know
that?”
“Yes, I know I’m an asshole. Don’t be
so defensive. I don’t want to sleep with you. So can’t we just be
civil to one another?”
That asshole! “What do you mean you don’t want to sleep with
me? You’d be lucky to get to sleep with me. I don’t want to sleep
with you, either, so get the fuck out of the bathroom.”
“What the hell? One minute I’m an
asshole because you think I want to sleep with you and now I’m an
asshole because I said I don’t want to sleep with you?”
I find myself standing with my hands
on my hips like I’m arguing face to face with him. I shake my head.
“Just get the fuck out.”
He slams the door, walking out
mumbling something.
Ten minutes later, I’m out
of the shower and