Page 11 of Dirty Secrets
“Sounds like someone we know,” Cruz muttered under his breath, and Zavier flipped him off as he reached for his shake.
“Raven’s too good for me and you know it.”
That made me frown, my eyes sliding to his. “You think that?”
Drake gave him a nudge with his elbow, whisper-yelling as if I wouldn’t hear him. “Quick, she sounds interested. Roll with it.”
“Fuck off, Drake,” Zavier hissed, and Cruz let out a sigh.
“I guess that’s our cue to leave. C’mon, bro. We’re not wanted.”
“Aw, man. Hey, do you think Raven would like Will? He needs someone to keep him busy now he’s single,” Drake asked as he got to his feet, and I didn’t hear Cruz’s response as he started dragging Drake away.
Zavier fumed silently, and when he caught me watching him, he forced his face to relax.
“Sorry. You know what they’re like.”
“I do,” I mumbled, draining what was left of my drink before standing. “Might as well head home.”
“If that’s what you want,” he said slowly, standing too. I took the keys, and I was a little surprised that he didn’t argue.
He silently followed me out to the car once he’d paid for breakfast, and I made sure to put the radio on loud enough that we couldn’t talk over the top of it.
Everyone around me seemed to just use my virginity as a conversation starter or the butt of their jokes. I was sick of it, and I was pretty sure they were only laughing because I had three smoking hot best friends who literally fucked everything other than me.
How embarrassing.
Reid
Raven seemed to be in an even worse mood when she got home. I was surprised the door didn’t fly off the fucking hinges when she stomped inside, tossing Logan’s keys on the counter on her way to her bedroom, making sure to slam the door behind her.
Zavier walked in looking confused, closing the door gently. “Don’t ask. I have no idea what her problem is now. Cruz and Drake teased her a little, but that was it.”
“You guys were with Cruz and Drake?” I asked dryly, glancing across the room at Logan as he walked in to see what all the banging was. “Your bestie lied. He was with Raven and Zavier.”
“That son of a bitch,” Logan grumbled, but he didn’t seem that bothered. “Where’s Rae?”
“In her bedroom. She got super pissed when we were leaving the cafe and hasn’t spoken to me. I didn’t do shit,” Zavier sighed. “It probably doesn’t help that she’s barely slept and started her morning in a bad mood.”
“Did something set her off this morning? We always have company over,” Logan muttered, making his way to the fridge but thinking better of it when he remembered how empty it was.
We really needed to go on a food run.
“Honestly? You need to stop shoving girls in her face. She’ll find a boyfriend eventually, nothing you say or do will scare one of them off, and you know what? All she knows is the shit she sees us do with women. Using them, making jokes about them, throwing them out when we’re done. She’s going to think that’s normal,” Zavier warned, rage surging through me at the thought.
I’d murder any man who came near her.
Was it fair to do that? No, but I’d made a promise to her fucking brother that I’d never let anyone hurt her, and that I wouldn’t touch her myself. I knew that we’d been kids when I’d made that promise, but he’d been my best friend, and I’d take my promises to him to my grave.
The worst part was that I’d been in love with her since before Josh had died. I could’ve broken that promise and just asked her out, but then I’d be breaking my promise to Logan.
That asshole wanted her too, so we’d agreed to never make her choose and just stay in the friend zone where we belonged.
Which was getting harder by the day when the sassy little whirlwind kept storming around the place just begging me to spank her.
“Raven knows that isn’t how relationships are,” Logan said before I could say something, but Zavier just rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, she thinks guys just want to fuck and have commitment issues. She’s fucking miserable, and she’s lonely ina way that her friends can’t fix. At least help her find a decent guy and get over it.”