“Mm.”
“And you’ll only ever have sex with one person.”
I frowned.
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m not so sure that’s a great option after all. Forever is a long time.”
“I am only seventeen, so me neither. Though we could be wrong.”
“We could be,” she agreed. “Let’s just concentrate on getting you de-virginized and save the happy-ever-after for another time.”
“I think that would be best.”
Hang had dated a senior last year. They’d broken up when he went away to college. Her card had long since been punched in the name of love.
“Your long blond hair is shiny, your winged eyeliner is perfect, your boots are cool, and I really do like that dress you’re wearing,” she said, giving me the once-over.
“Thanks.” I straightened the black cotton skirt. “Got to love a good maxi.”
“True.”
“It’s just a meaningless bit of skin with a lame name,” I said, shoulders back, boobs out, standing tall. “I don’t need it.”
“No you do not.” Hang shoved the empty beer cup into my hand, face serious. “Go hard. Slay. Or do whatever you’re comfortable with, you know. It’s your body and your choice and I respect that.”
“I’m glad we’re friends.” With an arm around her shoulders, I gave her a half-hug. Her lips parted in surprise. Guess me showing affection didn’t happen often. Mom wasn’t particularly touchy-feely either, generally.
“Me too,” she said, eyes misty.
No more hesitating. Empty Solo cup in hand, I headed into the crowd. My every thought revolved around what the hell to say to him. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that I almost ran the boy down.
“Oh,” I said, stopping suddenly, standing much closer to him than intended. “Sorry. I should have been watching where I was going.”
The friends at his side kept on talking. But he turned to me, looking at the cup. “You’re a woman on a mission.”
“Yes. Yes, I am.” I forced a grin. “I’m Edie.”
“Duncan.” His gaze was warm, friendly. “We’ve got Trig together, right?”
“That’s right.”
We were about the same height, but his arms were thick with muscles. Clearly, he worked out. A dusting of freckles fell across his nose. Up close, he was cuter than ever. “How are you liking the school?”
“Much better than my last.”
“Good. Here, let me help you with that drink.”
“Thanks.” I handed him my cup and he forged a path through all the people. Frequently, he’d look back at me to smile. Tonight was the night. Something about it just seemed right, despite the nerves running riot through me.
Quite a few people watched us; I have no idea why. One of the dudes gathered around the keg slapped Duncan on the back while another said “hi.” Beer flowed, and he filled my cup to the brim before passing it back and getting his own. The cold beer cooled my hand for only a minute before John took the cup, spilling the contents out on the grass.
What the hell?
“Never let other people get your drinks,” he said, lecturing me like a child. One who’d been particularly naughty.
“I was standing here the entire time,” I said.
“He had his back to you when he poured.” Blue eyes turned to ice. “Could have slipped anything in there.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” said Duncan, tone aggrieved.
John barely spared him a glance. “Edie, do you even know the guy? How could you be so stupid?”
“Stop it,” I said, dropping my voice and moving in closer. “You’re right, I should have gotten the drink myself. But you need to calm the hell down.”
“Forgive me if I find the idea of you getting drugged and raped a little disturbing.”
“John!”
“Cole, you asshole.” Duncan pumped the muscles in his arms, hands in tight fists. “You’re the dealer, not me. I didn’t do anything to her drink. I wouldn’t do that. Edie—”
“You don’t talk to her,” John growled. “Don’t even look at her.”
“Whoa,” I said.
People had started gathering around us, pressing in, getting excited. Testosterone filled the air like a stinking miasma. Jaw rigid and the veins in his neck standing out, John took a step forward. Obviously ready to fight.
I put my hand on his chest, holding him back by sheer force of will and one hell of a pissed-off expression. “That’s enough. Let’s go.”
His furious gaze flicked between my face and Duncan’s.
Duncan said nothing. Interestingly enough, for all his earlier flexing, wariness now filled his eyes.
“John.” I slipped my free hand into his, forcing his fingers to open and accept mine. “Come on.”
Ever so slightly, his stance relaxed, the set of his broad shoulders easing. Good enough. I half led him, half dragged him through the crowd. Away from the people, lights, and music. Away until it was just me and him alone in the parking lot, standing beside his car.
It was over. Okay.
“Oh, boy,” I whispered, the pounding of my heart gradually slowing down. I dropped his hand and took a couple of steps, breathing hard. Wonder if this had been what he went through, breaking up the scene between me and Erika. The thought of him getting hurt, of him getting into trouble with the police or something, made me want to vomit.
“Holy shit, John,” I said. “What the fuck was that?”
“You were going to give it up to Duncan Dickerson?” he sneered. “Are you serious?”
I halted, staring at him. This was not good. “How do you know about that?”
“Anders overheard you and Hang talking.”
“Bastard.”
“Well?” he demanded, acting all authoritarian. Idiot.
“To be fair, I didn’t know his last name was Dickerson,” I said. “That’s unfortunate. Though, I wasn’t actually planning on marrying him, so . . .”
“Not funny.”
I shrugged.
“You barely know the guy.”
“Um, yeah. None of your concern. We’re not talking about this.” How mortifying! My face burned bright. People should just gather around and cook s’mores. “I appreciate that we’re friends. You mean a lot to me. But this is going to have to fall under definitely none of your damn business, so go away please.”