“What are you doing?” I asked.
She held up a finger.
“Hold on—I’m checking to see if pigs are flying.”
I almost broke character when she called me on my bullshit. Then I had an inspiration.
“It’s really my problem,” I said.
“You can’t get it up?” she asked.
What was it that Tami always told me? Never go with my first thought. Oops.
“No. Nothing like that. I’m, well … how do I say this?” I wondered. “I’m well-endowed.”
“You’re good,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Hold up your hand,” I ordered her.
She did, and I put our palms together to show her the size of my hand. Her eyes got big, and she sucked in her breath when she saw that my hand dwarfed hers. I think everyone believed that if you had big hands, you had big other things … or so the old wives’ tale said.
“It’s getting cold out here,” Chelsea said and bolted for the back door.
Uh oh. I’d better go find Brook and warn her. I might have stepped in it.
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Cassidy figured out that something was up when Chelsea hurried in and grabbed Breanne. Combine that with my guilty face, and no way would I ever get rid of my little ninja to talk to Brook alone, so I just told them.
“You said you’re … uh … too big?” Brook asked in disbelief.
“As much as it pains me to say this, he might have solved your problem,” Cassidy said to defend me.
“You amaze me sometimes,” Brook said, not letting this go. “I’m surprised you didn’t announce that you’re so good in bed that I wasn’t able to satisfy you on my own.”
“See, that right there is why I love you. I should have talked to you first. That’s a much better explanation,” I said, to play it off.
Cassidy jabbed me under the arm.
“Ow!”
“Quit being a ‘stupid boy’ and shut up,” Cassidy told me.
“So, I’m supposed to confirm that you’re too big down there?” Brook asked.
I looked at Cassidy for some help. She tapped out when I made my hasty comment, so I was on my own.
“I don’t expect you’ll have to say anything. I bet that your cousins will take care of that for you. All you have to say is it’s none of anyone’s business why we’re no longer dating.”
“He’s probably right. If I had that kind of juicy gossip, I would share it with you,” Cassidy admitted.
“Have you seen my dick?” I said with a big smile.
“Ow! Stop doing that,” I said when she jabbed me again.
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The girls made me fold myself almost in half to get in the back seat of Brook’s new car. I was being punished for telling Brook’s cousins why we’d broken up.
At the time, I’d thought I’d come up with a genius excuse, but Brook wasn’t on board. I’d received a long lecture about what I was and wasn’t allowed to talk about with her new classmates at the party. Specifically, I couldn’t talk about my impressive ‘tackle,’ as Chloe had called it.
Brook drove us over the bridge and to an affluent neighborhood. The home where the party was being held was located on a golf course. I was appalled when I saw that several people had parked on the fairway. My dad would probably shoot them if they did that to his golf course.
As we walked to the house, I noticed that the cars were much more upscale than I’d seen at any party I’d gone to back home. Brook’s Porsche fit right in.
When I rang the doorbell, the door opened to reveal a stunning blond. My first thought was that she had to be a model. She was accompanied by a girl and a guy who looked like people you would imagine seeing in the Hamptons. I chuckled because I recognized that the guy was wearing last season’s Abercrombie. If you wanted to play the über-rich playboy, you didn’t wear last year’s clothes.
“New Girl!” the blond said a little too excitedly.
Cassidy rolled her eyes when the blond did the fake-cheek-kiss bit to Brook. She might have pulled off that they were frenemies if Brook hadn’t stiffened. You could tell Brook really disliked this girl, and she had no plans to play the fake-friend part. The blond then turned her gaze on me.
“David A. Dawson! I must introduce you around,” she said and grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.
I glanced over my shoulder, and Cassidy looked like she was about to take the girl down. It was rather rude to completely ignore her.
Unlike her minion, I had worn a sports jacket from Dakora from this year’s winter line and an Abercrombie tall, fitted, button-up poplin shirt. I also wore my vintage jeans and the oxblood-red leather tennis shoes I’d bought while playing baseball for Team USA in Houston.
Brook had asked that I bring and wear what she termed my ‘model clothes.’ The whole effect made me look like I was ready for a photo shoot. I especially liked the blond highlights I’d received for my role as an American surfer-dude type in the J-drama.
I confirmed that the ringleader was Kaia Chamberlin, and her two friends were Spencer Rhee and Sabrina Shiroma. Sabrina was the other girl who’d been talking trash about Brook. Spencer looked to be a typical preppie, although I found it odd that Kaia would have a male friend. She didn’t seem the type.
