Page 51 of Never His Girl
We’re all quiet for a moment, thinking.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
I glance toward Dane from over my shoulder. “Meaning?”
He shrugs before explaining. “You came on strong, told her the truth—”
“Partof the truth,” Joss amends, which has Dane rolling his eyes.
“Well,partof the truth, but you proved your point. Now, I think you should fall back. Continue giving her space so she knows you respect that these things take time. But while you wait, keep showing up to walk her to class, keep showing her you’re trying, and just let nature take its course. At the very least, she has to be a little less pissed at you than when this all began. I mean, right?”
His question has me shrugging. “Hell if I know,” I say. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
No one responds and I go back to staring out the window, like Southside’s lost dog.
Fuck this.
“We partying or not?” I ask, breaking the silence. “We won today. That deserves a celebration.”
Dane’s face lights up. “Fuckyeahit does.”
He and Joss are off the bed the next second, and I swear Sterling has one shoe on before I even finish my sentence.
I’m not exactly in the mood for a crowd, for being the center of attention, but I sure as hell don’t want to sit here wondering if I just got played. It’s not outside the realm of possibility that Southside simply wants me to feel this shit—used, uncertain, sort of insecure—but I won’t let it consume me.
We’re one step closer to the championship win and I won’t let anything bring me down from this well-earned high.
At least… that’s what I’ll let people think, anyway.
Shit.
Karma really is a heartless bitch, ain’t she?
* * *
@QweenPandora:Dare I say the king is back?
Based on these images taken from tonight’s party, The Golden Boys are enjoying every second of this latest victory. Only, it hasn’t gone unnoticed that one Golden, in particular, has been keeping the fangirls at bay. Sure, he danced, he drank, he was the life of the party, but not once was he spotted behaving like he’s single, if you know what I mean. Either there’s a secret rekindling to a certain twosome that’s slipped past me, or… someone’s hoping like hell to prove he’s a changed man.
Only time will tell, I suppose.
In other news, MrSilver and PrettyBoyD MORE than made up for the girls KingMidas passed up on tonight. Wonder how VirginVixen feels about watching her “bestie” getsuperfamiliar with the female student body tonight. Or, should I say bodies, plural?
Things are certainly heating up, folks. Keep an eye out for the next update.
Later, Peeps.
—P
Chapter 18
WEST
As far as awkward Thanksgiving dinners go, this one’s right up there with the worst of them.
To start, Vin and I are barely speaking to one another, and those seated around the Harrison’s enormous dining table have taken notice. It’s made things pretty fucking tense. Especially seeing as how the two of us haven’t even made eye contact since two servers brought out hors d’oeuvres roughly an hour ago.
Vin went from being pissed about the video, because he assumed—like the rest of Cypress Pointe—that I was the one who leaked it, jeopardizing my own future. To, now, being pissed because he’s thoroughly convinced I’m making a fool of myself over a girl he insists isn’t worth it.