“Yeah, surprising, right?”
“I heard that, asshole,” she says then punches him in the arm.
“Hey, just saying. And also, it’s good she’s going. She can supply the booze.”
“’Cause I want to go to jail,” she says, rolling her eyes. She has her leather jacket hanging loosely over her arm. And I’m thanking the heavens because it makes it easy to see her low-cut tank that shows off the sides of her breasts and her black bra in a very punk-rock way. Her jeans hang low on her waist; her lips are red and glossy, and her hair’s up in a high bun. The smile on her face is forced, and when she looks at me, her eyes don’t meet mine but go above my head. Rolling my eyes, I look away as she asks, “You guys coming?”
“Yeah, I’m down,” Jace says, throwing his clothes on the bed. “I’ll put these away later.” He then looks back at me. “You wanna go, Jayden?”
Watching her, I wait to answer until finally she meets my gaze. Biting into her bottom lip, her cheeks redden as she shrugs and she says, “It’ll be fun, but I understand if you’re too tired from all the strenuous activity you did today.”
Scoffing, I shake my head. “Don’t worry, princess. I could go for way more strenuous activity.”
Heat fills her eyes as a slow grin curves her lips. Arching her back, she holds my gaze, and I don’t know how to read that. I want to take it as her telling me to come get some, but that would only apply to normal-girl body language. Baylor’s body language is completely different; she could be teasing me for all I know. In all reality, she probably is, and when I get close enough, she’ll punch me.
Violent one, that one is.
“Yeah, this is weird,” Jace says then, but I’m not looking away until she does.
“Yeah, are you sure they’re not doing it?” Markus asks.
“He told me no. I don’t know though,” Jace answers, and I can feel them staring at us. “If they are, they need to tone it down before other people find out.”
“True, do you think they’re listening?” Markus asks.
I scoff before running my tongue along my lips in the slowest and most sexual way. Her grin grows as her eyes darken to a brownish color, heat creeping down her throat.
“I think he’s doing the mating call of his people,” Jace observes.
“Yeah, she’ll be humping his leg soon. Even I’m turned on by that,” Markus says and I can’t help it, I burst out laughing.
“Fuck off, Markus. I don’t hump legs,” she snaps, smacking his arm again.
“Sure, you don’t,” he says, rubbing his arm as she turns.
But then she pauses, giving me one last look before walking down the hall.
“Y’all are dicks,” I say, grabbing my coat. “Let’s go.”
“We weren’t the ones having mental sex with each other!” Jace says to my back.
“Yeah, get a room next time,” Markus calls at me, and I just grin.
That’s my plan.
I’m having a blast.
I usually don’t go to bars like the Gilroy. Back in Arkansas, Delanie and I would go to frat parties since they didn’t have a place like this on campus. But I’ve decided that all campuses need a place like the Gilroy. It’s amazing, and I can’t wait to take Delanie and Mandie here when they come to visit. Which isn’t for another couple weeks, but until then, I’ve decided that I’m going to try to make friends with my teammates. It’s what’s best for me and will make me a better person, I feel. The guys are great too, well, except McCarthy, but as long as I ignore him, I’m good.
But it’s hard to ignore Jayden.
And that whole thing is still up in the air.
He looks scrumptious tonight, but then he always looks great. I think it’s because I slept with him though that he looks extra hot. He’s wearing a thin teal tee with a pair of khaki shorts, looking like he stepped right off the beach, minus the black beanie he wears. Not sure what is up with that thing, but it’s funny because the last time I had this much fun was when we were in Florida, playing beer pong. I don’t know what it is, but every time I’m around this guy, I’m smiling.
And it isn’t a fake smile.
That should tell me something, but still, I’m not sure. I keep going back and forth with the whole thing. Do I really want to get involved with someone when my future is so up in the air? Do I want to risk being with someone when I have no clue how it could turn out? So many questions, but every time I look at him… Gah, I just want him. But that worries me. Is it just sex that I want? I have no clue, and I am convinced that there is something wrong with me. Why can’t I just let go? Why can’t I just trust my heart?