“What the fuck’s going on?” I ask, confused. Ava blinks, and then a slow smile forms on her lips.
Running a hand through his russet brown hair, Clark says, “Ava, Vance. Meet Emerson, my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend? What. The. Fuck?
“Girlfriend?” I stutter.
“Yup. Girlfriend,” Clark grits out through his teeth, his eyes begging me to understand but I don’t. I just don’t understand. Clark doesn’t do girlfriends, I mean he does other people’s girlfriends, but he doesn’t stake claim. He nails ‘em to the bed and leaves ‘em before the condom hits the garbage can.
“Emerson, this is Vance, my best friend, and Ava, my second best friend.”
“Hi,” she squeaks out timidly. Holy shit, she’s Clark’s opposite, shy, nervous, obviously innocent. Her blue eyes shimmer with secrets and I know whatever is going on here has something to do with her.
“Explain,” I order, but Clark shakes his head.
“I will…later.”
The End