The Original Crowd (A Whole New Crowd 0.50)
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“Do not push her to have sex with you,” I stated fiercely.
“No!” He looked up in terror. “I would never.”
“You need to talk to her about what she wants to do.” I was relieved. For some unknown goddamn reason, I was irritable and I didn’t know why which pissed me off even more.
“How do you…?”
“You ask her what she wants to do, what she likes or doesn’t like. She doesn’t like your fingers going where they go sometimes.”
“Oh God.” Larkins blushed, looking like he wanted to die. “Can we not have this conversation? This is seriously—”
“If you can’t talk to me about sex, you shouldn’t be having it with her,” I reasoned. “If you can’t talk to me, it’s going to be ten times worse with Molly. I’m making you talk about it, she’s not going to.”
“Fine. Can we be done now?” he asked stiffly, looking really uncomfortable.
“Fine.”
Larkins ran, an all-out, full on sprint. It made me smile.
“Hey, bitch.” I sighed. There goes my good mood. I looked behind me and Aidrian Casners had wandered up, with Crystal and another girl behind her.
What? Were they going to tag-team me?
“Yeah?”
“I know what you pulled last night.”
I grinned cockily. “Ah…fond memories.” I sighed mockingly.
“I’m going to let you slide on that one—once!” She puffed out her chest. “You got my tickets?”
“I do. Your date will be at your house to pick you up at six-thirty, with the tickets.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not supposed to do anything with him, am I?”
“Yeah.”
She froze.
I grinned. “No ditching.”
Aidrian relaxed. “Fine,” she shrugged, nonchalant, “but, if he don’t show with those tickets, expect you and me at war.”
“Oh, it’s expected.” I was amused. Crystal was right—Aidrian was entertaining.
“I see you came in with that slut, Tristan
,” she commented casually.
“Yeah?” What was she getting at?
“I’ve always hated her, ever since the fourth grade when she thought she was too good for Rawley. Her and that Amber bitch.”
Two of my favorite people. I was warming up to this girl every second.
I saw Crystal was fighting off a grin.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding in agreement. Are we having a conversation? An actual conversation? Why?