“Where’s Kendrick?” I change the topic, glancing around the old, abandoned gym we use to train whenever we can’t work out in Alex’s attic.
“On his way over. He’s going to try, but no promises.”
I’m not the least bit surprised. Kendrick took such a savage beating that he had to slow down. We’ve been trying to get him back into the game unsuccessfully. We can’t push him too far for now, but we need our leader back. The timing was terrible, to top it all off. The fight Haze Adams challenged him to is coming up quickly. He better have his shit together by then. His cousin Winter’s future depends on it.
“Hey, you haven’t heard the news.” Alex captures my attention. “Blake’s getting back together with Kass.”
What the fuck?
“Sorry, he wants to. Told me he missed that ass last night.”
Again, what the fuck?
“Woah. Everything okay, man?” Alex flinches.
“Yeah, why?”
“You looked like you wanted to murder someone for a second there.”
I did?
I must still be wasted.
“Sorry.” I rub my eyes. “Just running on three hours of sleep.”
“Anyway, he’s going to be disappointed because I’m not covering for them anymore,” Alex resumes. “They barely got away with it the first time. Kendrick would rip his balls off if he found out Blake deflowered his baby sister.”
Guilt crushes me, because yes, he would kill him. Just like he would kill me for kissing her in the fucking bathroom last night. What the hell was I thinking? But most of all, why did I want to do so much more to her right there on that counter?
Granted, Kendrick ripping Blake’s balls off would not be the worst thing in the world. It’d save me the trouble of doing it myself. I remember how cocky he was when he bragged about taking Kass’s virginity. I didn’t give a flying fuck at the time, but now? I feel like he disrespected my friend. Like I have to defend her honor or some shit.
Sleep. You need sleep.
The texts, the night in her bed, the kiss… It’s all Blake’s fault. Blake and his blabbermouth. Sure, I’ve always known she was my type. Perky tits, gorgeous, tan. Don’t even get me started on those big blue eyes. Checked her out whenever I came over—especially in summer. Thank God for bikini season—but that’s as far as it went.
Then Blake had to go and pique my interest. Everything he told me about her sounded like a challenge. The way she struggled to open up, obsessed over all she couldn’t control, yet happily played doormat to her sociopath, self-absorbed best friend.
She strangely reminded me of me.
When I dropped by Blake’s place and found him burying his dick into another girl, he told me he’d dumped Kass over text the night before. I caved, told myself she was fair game, and gave in to my curiosity.
Started talking to her out of fucking nowhere.
Just to see how much of it was true.
All of it.
All of it’s true.
I had no intention of bonding with her. But then again, I also had no intention of shoving my hands up her dress last night, and look how that turned out.
“I’m going to bail. I’ll put in the extra hours tomorrow.” I collect my T-shirt off the chai
r in the corner of the room and slip it over my head.
“Okay.” Alex eyes me suspiciously. Understandably so. I never bail on training.
You know what else I never do, Alex?