Chapter 7
I watched Rory as he flirted with a girl on the couch. I hadn't realized that poker night wasn't just for his guy friends.
"Hey, Keira."
I looked up and saw Jackson standing next to me. "Hey, Jackson. So, I was wondering. Is that Rory's girlfriend?"
Jackson started laughing. "No."
"Why is that so funny?"
"Rory doesn't do the whole girlfriend thing."
"Oh."
"You like him, huh?"
"What? No." So Rory didn't date and neither did Connor. I looked away from Rory and turned my attention back to Jackson. "Do you do the whole girlf
riend thing?"
Jackson rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "I actually just got out of a relationship. I only just started hanging out with Rory and Connor again recently. My ex hated them."
I laughed. "So what are you guys? Like the wolf pack or something?"
"You mean like from the Hangover?" Jackson started to laugh.
"You're all a bunch of sluts," I hissed.
Jackson laughed again. "Is that what you think? Well, I heard that you're kind of a peeping Tom."
"What?"
"Rory told me about the bathroom incident this morning."
"Oh God." I was completely mortified. "Who doesn't lock the door? If I had any idea that he was in there, I wouldn't have gone in. It's not like I was being discreet about it."
"He said you tiptoed in."
"It was an accident!"
"Mhm."
I looked over at Rory. He was smiling at me. He knew exactly what Jackson and I were talking about. I needed to change the subject. "I thought poker night was like a guys thing?"
"Rory didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
Jackson smiled down at me. "This is going to be more interesting than I thought. Come on. It's time to get started."
My brow furrowed as Jackson walked over to the table that they had set up earlier. It was nice of them to ask me to join, but was I missing something? What had Rory not told me? I followed Jackson over to the table and sat down in the last seat, which was between him and Connor. There were two other girls at the table that I didn't know. And no one bothered to introduce us. Which was fine, because they both had huge breasts, way too much make up, and I instinctively didn't like either of them. Especially the one that Rory was staring at.
"Okay, winner chooses the person and the article of clothing for each round," Connor said and winked at me.
I swallowed my sip of beer. "What?" I looked over at Rory, but he was too busy staring down another girl's shirt.
Jackson put his elbows on the table and leaned over to me. "I told you it was going to be interesting," he whispered. "We're playing strip poker, Keira."