And my blush is spreading all the way to my chest.
Everyone is looking at me.
And they know. I can see it in their faces. They know I'm a virgin.
They know I'm head over heels for Brendon.
They know it's never going to happen.
"I... Um... I'll get a towel," I say.
"I've got it." Ryan shoots his brother a death glare.
"What?" Dean tosses his empty cup to the floor. He pulls his wallet from his jeans, pulls a hundred-dollar bill from it, and slaps it into Brendon's hands. "That's yours."
Brendon stares daggers, but he takes the money.
He bet Dean I was a virgin.
"Fuck you." Brendon pushes himself to his feet.
"It was your idea to bet," Dean says.
"Only 'cause you wouldn't shut the fuck up." Brendon's voice is angry.
It's never angry.
Leighton clears her throat. "It's no big deal, Kaylee. You're better off waiting. I didn't have good sex until I was twenty-one. High school guys can't fuck for shit."
Dean turns to me. "Being a slut is overrated."
"Can I get that in writing?" Walker asks.
"Yeah. I'd like to check the court record on that." Ryan tosses a towel on the spill.
"Not everybody is as soulless and empty as I am," Dean says.
Em looks to me. She mouths are you okay?
No. Yes. Maybe.
What the fuck is Brendon doing betting his friends I'm a virgin?
"I think it's great you're waiting for someone special, Kaylee." Dean slurs his words. "But if you're not." He motions to the private suite in the back. The one reserved for especially intimate tattoos. "I'm more than happy to pop that cherry for you. I'll show you the night of your life."
"Right." I plaster on a smile. I know Dean is joking. I can tell he's trying to get a rise out of Brendon.
But it's not funny.
It's not funny that everyone is laughing about the inexperienced girl with a crush on the guy way out of her league.
I push myself to my feet. "Excuse me. I'm going to get some air." I reach for the door.
Walker laughs. "Dean, you're that repulsive."
The door swings shut.
A tear rolls down my cheek. Then another.