“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Jenna waves off my tired protest. “You’re busy with school. Aren’t we all?” She flicks her chin toward the nearest tv. “If he can find the time to squeeze in a date, so can you. Besides, how many times have you complained about being the tallest person in the room? With Brady, you can have the best of both worlds. You can wear heels to show off those gorgeous legs and still fit right under his arm. Plus, when was your last date? Freshman year?”
I nod, grudgingly.
“Look, I know you have trust issues because of the guys your mom dated, but not all men are like that. Some guys—the good ones—stick.”
I wouldn’t know. My father was long gone before I was born and the guys my mother dated weren’t exactly shining examples of human decency.
“What are you two whispering about over there?” Kylie/Rylee asks, slurring her words.
Jenna grins. “I’m trying to convince Piper to go on a date with Brady Vaughn.”
Alexis perks up. “Tell me more.”
“The poor guy has been asking her out for weeks and she won’t give him the time of day.” Jenna makes asad faceto emphasize her point.
“No shit.” Alexis actually looks impressed. “Is he going pro after graduation?”
I shake my head. “No. He’s planning to join the family business.”
“Bummer.” She flops back in her chair. “Pro ballers make bank. If I had a shot at locking one of them down, you can bet your ass I’d take it.”
Jesus. What a gold digger.
Jenna rolls her eyes and raises her glass like she’s offering a toast. “Not all of us are looking for a man to take care of us financially.”
“I’ll drink to that.” I clink my glass against hers and take a long pull on my beer as Jenna does the same.
“Exaaaactly.” Kylie/Rylee nods sagely. “Some of us just want to be taken care of in the bedroom.”
“Oh my God!” Jenna snorts, beer spewing from her lips. “You can’t say shit like that while my mouth is full.”
“What?” Kylie/Rylee’s unfocused gaze bounces between us. “I’m just telling it like it is. And, real talk, even though Vaughn is mid, I’ll bet he’s got a big dick. I mean, he has to, right? He’s practically a giant.”
Anger flares deep in my chest and my jaw nearly hits the table.
Where the hell does she get off talking about Brady like that?
“Preach.” Alexis throws up her hands like she’s in a freaking gospel choir before devolving into an earsplitting cackle. “Oh, my God. What if he has a tiny cock? That would be tragic, amirite?”
Fury, red-hot and molten, rips through my veins like wildfire.
Beside me, the color drains from Jenna’s face.
When no one responds, Alexis adds, “But hey, if you’re really into the rugged look, more power to you.”
A loud roar goes up from the crowd and I stand, hands clenched at my sides.
“Excuse me,” I bite out, nails digging into the palms of my hands. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Otherwise, I’m going to throat punch someone.
“Waverly’s new kicker is about to try for the game-winning field goal,” Kylie/Rylee squeals, gesturing to the screen. “You can’t go now.”
How she can keep track of the game when she can’t seem to control the shit coming out of her mouth is beyond me, but I have to get away from this table.
Now.
I turn on my heel, not bothering to respond.
