“Nawww, Grady, you sound jealous,” I taunted.
“Jealous? Fuck that. The two of you are no fun now. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like Hailee and Felicity, I like them a lot; but shit, guys, there’s too much pussy in the ocean to be shacked up before we all go off to college.”
“You’ll see,” Jase said smoothly. “One day, when you’re least expecting it, some chick will come along and knock you on your ass.”
“Nah, it’s not my style. I prefer to hit it and quit it. Am I right or am I right, Bennet?”
“Yeah, is he right, Bennet?” Jason rose an amused brow.
Smug fucker.
“What’s that look for?” Grady caught on to the silent conversation happening between me and my best friend.
“Nothing. It is nothing, right, Ash?”
“Wait a minute.” Grady sat up straighter. “You hitting that sweet Latina ass?”
“Grady,” I warned, levelling him with a hard look.
“What? It’s all cool with me. She has a Rihanna look about her. You know from the Talk That Talk single cover.”
We all gawked at him and his eyes widened. “What? She’s hot and that song is dope.”
“Who are you right now?” Laughter rumbled in my chest, but it came out strangled. I didn’t like hearing Grady talk about Mya. Even if it was his attempt at a compliment.
“So are you?”
“Am I what?” I asked.
“Banging Mya.”
“Grady?”
“Yeah?” He grinned.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Before I make you.
Mya
“I thought you said it was going to be low key?” I yelled over the music to Shona, but she was too busy eye-fucking one of her brother’s friends to notice.
“Yo, Mya, get over here and show me how you work it.” Some guy I recognized from school crooked his finger at me, a lazy smirk plastered on his face.
“In your dreams, Diego. Don’t you know Mya is still J’s girl?”
I bristled. Shona’s head whipped round finally giving me her attention. “Oh, hell no, Kris, you did not just say what I think you said.”
“Shona,” I hissed, grabbing her hand. “Leave it, it doesn’t matter.”
“It matters,” she gave the guy some serious stink eye. He threw up his hands, mumbling an apology. “That’s right, homeboy, you’d better apologize to my girl.”
“You need me to kick his ass to the curb?” Jesse, Shona’s brother, appeared with his friend Leroy in tow.
“S’all good.” She barely looked at Jesse, giving Leroy the once over. “But you can get me and my girl a drink.”
“Shona, don’t be hitting on my friends.” He frowned, glancing at me with an expression that said ‘help a guy out’. I shrugged. We both knew there was no stopping Shona when she had her sights set on something, or someone.