I Never Expected You (I Never 2)

“Oh right, I guess I forget there are people in this world who didn’t know that my sister and Emmett were together. They had been together since they were kids.”

“Gotcha. That has to be crazy, dating your best friend’s sister.”

I shrug. “Eh, not really. I mean, it just kind of was always Dani and Emmett.”

With that, my mind drifts to my sister and the conversation we had earlier.

I chug the rest of my beer. I look over at Kyler, who looks like he?

?s ready to say something, but I cut him off before he has the chance.

I look down at my empty cup. “I need a refill. You good?”

My eyes are burning from the tears fighting to break free, and I push down the emotions currently strangling me. Here I am trying to tell my sister to talk about her feelings, and I can’t even handle talking about it. Talk about a hypocrite.

He nods, understanding that I need an escape from this conversation. “I’m good, thanks.”

I push off the wall and make my way to the back porch where the keg is located, running away from Ky and the rest of the conversation as if I had a bull on my tail and I was wearing red. As soon as the fresh air hits my face, I exhale a breath. As I refill my cup, I spot Becca, the blonde who sits in front of me in English Lit, and damn, she has an ass that won’t quit. Her tits are spilling out of her tank top, and I would bet that if I reached my hand up her skirt, I would find that she wasn’t wearing panties either.

The best way to escape the conversation Kyler and I were having and to avoid it coming back up is to get lost in a coed. And the way Becca is seriously eye-fucking me across the room, not to mention how many times I caught her staring at me while Ky and I were on our hot streak, I would say I’ve found a willing participant.

As I approach, I notice the girls she’s standing there with. The redhead next to her looks familiar, and she’s looking at me like she knows me, but I can’t place her. Who knows, maybe we had a class together or something.

“Hey, Becca.”

“Hey, Zach.”

My eyes wander over her body. When my eyes meet hers, I realize I’ve been caught. Good thing I wasn’t trying to be sneaky about it. She blushes, and I watch as it goes from her cheeks to her chest. I wonder just how far down it reaches.

“And who are these beautiful ladies you’re hanging out with?”

The girls surrounding her all burst into giggles except the redhead. Not sure what her deal is. I give them that panty-melting smile.

“This is Amber, Clara, and—”

Before she can introduce the redhead, her friend does it for her.

“Whitney,” she scoffs.

Damn, what got her panties in a bunch tonight?

“Nice to meet you.”

Whitney leans over, whispering something in her friend’s ear, and storms off without another word. Rude much? Then it hits me where I know her from. She’s the one who, last fall, stole my favorite gym shorts and Hopkins lacrosse T-shirt after she woke up and found I had left the apartment. One of the many women Dani and Emmett had to watch doing the walk of shame while I was nowhere to be found. I remember the face, just not the name.

I bring the cup to my lips and take a sip.

“Was it something I said?” I joke.

“Don’t mind her.” Becca turns to me, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts up a little more.

I settle against the railing, standing so close to Becca that the outside of my thigh brushes against her leg.

I tip my cup against Becca’s. “Cheers.” After I swallow the amber liquid, I tilt my head toward the ongoing party. “Having fun tonight?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. I saw you were hot on the beer pong table.” I don’t miss her emphasis on the word hot. “But to be honest, I’m much better now.”

She turns her body to face me, angling her tits so they are even perkier and spilling from her top.