She pouted her red painted lips and took a step closer to him. “Come on. I know how you like your dick sucked, how you like your balls in my mouth, too.”
He gritted his teeth when she tried to grab at his crotch. He wasn’t in the mood for this shit. He was thinking of Shoshanna, had been for a while now. Yeah, he’d been noticing her for a long time, but she’d always been a quiet girl, the reserved and smart one. He wasn’t good enough to approach her.
Hell, he barely passed his classes as it was, and she excelled at everything she did.
He shook his head at Marilyn’s advances. So what if he liked to fuck? It was a natural desire, but anymore he had been thinking of one person, one girl that he’d known for years, but just now started talking to.
He could admit to being a pussy, a wimp and intimidated by Shoshanna.
He looked at Marilyn, saw her weave slightly and start giggling. His dick shriveled up in his fucking pants at the sight of her.
Toby hadn’t had sex with her in longer than what was probably normal for a couple, but the fact she was so damn possessive, telling him who she didn’t want him talking to—even hanging out with—had sent him over the edge and left distaste filling him.
Toby didn’t want her anymore, didn’t want this fucked up relationship where it wasn’t based on real feelings but instead on sex and status.
“I saw you talking to that geek today,” she said in a slurred voice. “I don’t want you talking to her again. She’s below us, Toby.”
“Shut up, Marilyn.” He brought his beer to his mouth and glanced around the party. He wanted Shoshanna to come, wanted her to take him up on his invite. Hell, Toby wanted to get to know her better. There was more under those glasses and plaid outfits she wore.
She was smart as hell, beautiful, too. Shoshanna didn’t care what people thought, or at least she portrayed a strong exterior. But some of the things he’d heard Marilyn and her posse say to Shoshanna had to cut her deep.
“I’m serious, Toby. You’ll ruin our reputation if you want to hang out with her.”
He didn’t give a shit about reputation. “Why are you such a bitch to her?” he asked and turned to face Marilyn.
“I’m not a bitch. She’s nothing to me.”
Toby knew that wasn’t the case. Marilyn targeted Shoshanna harder than the others, but he had a feeling it was because the other girl intimidated her, even if Marilyn would never admit it. He finished off his beer, staring at Marilyn the entire time.
“You are a bitch, a big fucking bitch, and frankly it’s old as hell.” He set his bottle on the end table closest to him. “You and I are two totally different people, Marilyn. I don’t care about status or being liked. I don’t give a shit if anyone likes me in fact.” Why had he stayed with her for so long, ignored the fact she was cruel, cold, and heartless?
“I could have anyone, Toby, don’t forget that.” She pursed her lips, turned and left him standing there. He watched her walk into the kitchen and start talking to Rye, one of the other players on the team.
She placed a hand on the guy’s chest, looked over at Toby, and smiled. She was flirting with him, purposefully trying to make Toby jealous. Little did she know he was done with her, had been for a while.
But he’d stayed around for God only knew what reason. Fuck her.
He moved away from the kitchen and headed to where there was a keg set up in the living room. He shouldn’t even be drinking, shouldn’t be letting himself around this toxic shit because of everything that went on with his old man, but he was on edge right now.
The living room was packed, and a small line was formed for the keg. He didn’t want any more beer and didn’t want to even be around these people right now. He found his way down the hall and to where he knew the bedrooms were.
There were two people making out against the wall by the door, and he pushed them away. Once inside he shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed. She wasn’t coming here, and he couldn’t blame her.
Shoshanna was better than this shit. She was better than he was.
5
Shoshanna had arrived at the party half an hour ago, found a bottle of beer in a cooler at the front door, and drank it before she even hunted down Toby. She still couldn’t believe she was here, yet the people surrounding her, the music blasting, and everyone drinking and nearly screwing against walls in every available inch of this place screamed that she was really here.