I turn the camera on myself and give her the evil eye before I stop recording and send it over. “She might actually die.”
“Why?” He glances over at me completely confused. He really has no idea the affect he has on women, especially her.
“No reason. She mentioned something about you and handcuffs, and well, it’s gross and kind of makes me sick.”
He bursts out laughing. “The cop fantasy?Really?”
“Oh, you’re aware of it then?” I say, waiting for my phone to detonate with texts from her.
“Don’t all women dream about that?”
“No. Definitely not. Gross. I think you ruined that one for me.”
Courtney: Can you have him take his shirt off too?
I scoff. Drew looks over at me as I type a message back to her quick.
Viola: OMG! Give you an inch and then you want my brother naked.
Courtney: I wish I had an inch of him. And hey, you started it!! Give him my address. I’ll get him out of your hair.
Viola: YOU’RE RIDICULOUS!
“What did she say?” Drew asks, and I think he genuinely wants to know.
“Trust me when I say you’re better offnotknowing.” I leave it at that. Because ew.
“Come on, I want to know.”
I shake my head, and he reaches over to grab my phone. I panic as he reads Courtney’s text message that is thankfully still on the screen, and I rip it out of his hand. Note to self: Always lock cell phone.
“Holy shit! Your friend’s a freak!”
“Who will seriously murder me if she ever finds out you read that.”
On cue, I get another text message, and it’s from Travis. I open it up and see a picture of a dick. His dick. Hard. Longing. Waiting. The words on the bottom say ‘For Mary-Kate and Ashley.’
I instantly blush and fumble to password protect my phone, not even able to reply to him. Courtney’s text messages go off like crazy, and I sit there frozen, trying to ignore them both. Travis is a dead man the next time I see him. But it’s Drew’s words that pull me back to reality.
“Have you seen a woman at the house by any chance?”
My face scrunches, and I try to process this odd question. “What?”
“I just have this suspicion that Travis is seeing someone. Wondering if you’ve seen her around between classes.”
My heart is hammering, and my throat goes dry. “Nope.”
“Hmm,” he says, not paying attention to my anxiety. Thankfully.
“I’m going to find out who it is.” Drew takes the exit toward the campus. He has that detective look on his face while he looks out toward the road. It’s scaring the shit out of me.
“Probably some cum-drunk slut,” I add.
“No. No. This seems different. I can’t put my finger on it yet. Shit, what was that girl’s name that he really liked?”
“I have no clue,” I say, utterly unamused. I wish the conversation would end. Over the years, there were probably tons of girls he liked. And I don’t want to talk about it.
“Yeah, the one he joked about marrying before she cheated on him. Do you remember her? It’s the only one that lasted more than a few days.”
