“Of course, being a businessman and all,” I sighed. “I assume you know everything comes at a price.”
His mouth set in a thin line as he stared at me.
“What the fuck do you want, Mandy?” he asked me, practically growling at me now. “Another Chanel? The new Louis Vuitton I saw you looking at?”
I didn’t reply, just grinned at him mischievously until he slammed a fist down on the table. Several people glanced at us, but he kept his gaze firmly on me, glaring at me as I giggled and ate up my sundae.
“I don’t want much, Daddy,” I told him innocently.
“Stop fucking acting,” he snapped. “Tell me what the fuck you want to keep that pretty little mouth shut, Mandy.”
“I just want you to treat us equally,” I said childishly. “You say you don’t have a favorite. But you like her. You spend time with her. You kiss her. Fuck her.”
“What are you saying, Amanda?” he asked me, his voice strained, his eyes expectant. “What the fucking hell are you even saying, princess? You’re going to need to be clearer.”
“I’m just saying I want you to like me too, Daddy.” My voice sounded young and sweet. So perfect. So wrong. Exactly what he was craving. I knew he had a hard on.
I leaned over the table, my tits spilling out of my top as I stared into Levi’s eyes.
“I just want you to love us both, Daddy,” I whispered. “And I want you to give me what you gave my sister, but I want you to fuck me harder.”9KendallDebate club had never been more boring.
I spent the whole time checking my phone, anxious to finally get home. But I had no texts, no calls. Nobody was as eager as I was to get me back home and it was really disappointing. I wished Levi had sent me a message. Something, anything to let me know he missed me as much as I missed him.
“Hey, Miss Distracted,” a voice interrupted me, and I looked up into the smiling face of Ryan, a guy that had been in my class since we were in primary school. “You seem like you’re in a world of your own today. Everything okay?”
I sighed and waved a hand dismissively, but he took it as an invitation and sat down on the chair next to mine. The rest of the group was busy practicing their speeches, everyone was grouped off, and I’d spent the whole time there worrying about what I’d done and what was going to come out of it.
“I guess I’m just dealing with some stuff at the moment,” I said to Ryan. “Nothing you should worry about.”
“Uh oh,” he furrowed his eyebrows. “It doesn’t sound like nothing. You sure you’re okay? There isn’t something going on at home again, is there?”
I sighed heavily and he gave me a knowing look. I used to be very close with Ryan, but as the years passed, our friendship cooled off a little. I always suspected he had a little crush on me. I just wasn’t sure how to deal with it, so I chose to ignore it instead.
“It’s fine,” I told him.
“Is it about your mom again?” he asked me worriedly, and I didn’t want to look at him, because I knew he’d figure it out right away.
That was the problem with old friends. They knew you so well they were aware right away when something was off. And since Ryan had spent a lot of time at our house, he knew my mom had a temper, and he knew all about her tumultuous relationship with Levi as well.
“I’m not going to pry,” he said gently. “As long as you know you can talk to me about anything, at any time. You do know that, don’t you, babe?”
“Of course,” I said. “And I really appreciate it, you know that.”
My voice sounded strained even to my own ears. He could tell I was pretending, I was sure of it. But that was the great thing about Ryan. He never pried, and he didn’t push me to reveal things I didn’t want to.
“Do you maybe want to grab a drink later?” he asked me, and I shrugged.
“Hey,” I said, remembering something. “Do you remember when you got your driving permit?”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “You made me drive you everywhere for five months until you got yours.”
“Are you still mad about that?” I giggled.
“Not at all,” he told me. “It would be nice to get something in return, though…”
He waggled his eyebrows at me and I laughed out loud.
“Like a life-long friendship and a shoulder to cry on anytime,” I told him, firmly putting him in the friendzone.
Ryan sighed and stared at me with longing in his eyes, but there was a smile playing on his lips nonetheless. So I’d dodged that bullet, at least. Now maybe we could move on and do something fun, something we used to do a couple of years ago.