“What was the point of doing that, may I ask? You knew how our story was gonna end. Why torture me?”
I shrug. “I had no idea how our story was gonna end—I still don’t.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Do you?”
He pauses. “No, actually. I thought I did. But now I realize I only knew the ending of the first chapter—not the ending of thestory.”
“What’s the ending of the first chapter?” I ask.
“We fuck like rabbits.”
“Oh, that’s a good ending.” I exhale. “Well, if I tortured you in Vegas, then I’m not sorry. You were too frickin’ cocky for your own damn good. You had to be taken down a peg.”
“Ha! Liar. You were dying to get into my pants from minute one. You were like, ‘Gimme your application, Playboy!’ And I was like, ‘I’m gonna fuck you first andthengive it to you, Party Girl!’ And you were like, ‘Yippee! Yes! Please fuck me!’”
“Is that what I sound like? A chipmunk?”
“Yeah, and I sound like Mr. T. ‘I pity the fool!’”
“Well, you’re delusional. You were the one dying to get intomypants. When I kissed Henn, you practically had a stroke.”
“Ooph. Totally. But the worst was thinking about you with Cameron Fucking Schulz.” He grunts. “Even stoned, thinking about him fucking you makes me wanna break that guy’s Captain-America-fucking-face. No one touches my Party Girl with a Hyphen but me. Fuckin’ A.” He swigs from his bottle again.
I bite my lip. “Wow. Sounds pretty serious, dude.”
He bites his lip in mimicry of my gesture. “It just might be.”
“Itmightbe?” I ask coyly.
“Yeah. Itmightbe.”
“Can’t I at least get aprobablyout of you?”
Josh makes a face that says, “Sorry, come back later.”
I scrunch up my face. “You suck balls, Josh. You suck big ol’ donkey balls. God, you piss me off.” I grunt loudly.
“Whoa! Where’d Stubborn Kat come from all of a sudden? Don’t stress me out, Stubborn Kat. This is a stress-free zone. I’m chillaxing.”
I glare at him.
He flashes a toothy grin. “I’m a drifter, baby. It’s part of my charm.” He flexes his arm and kisses his bicep. “You know you can’t get enough of me.”
“Yeah. Pretty sure I can. Pretty sure I just did.”
He laughs. “Aw, why you so mad all of a sudden, Stubborn Kat? What’d I do to piss you off this time?”
I grunt with exasperation. “Why thefuckdo you even have a calendar-app on your goddamned phone, Josh? That’s what I wanna know. You can’t keep straight what you’ve got planned for the nextweek? Hmm?”
“What?” He laughs. “You’re making zero sense. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I huff. “It doesn’t matter. Blah, blah, blaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.”
“What are you ranting about, you nutjob?”
“Never mind. Forget it.”
