Gina shrugged and started giving Phil grief about being whipped. Phil’s girlfriend, Jill, looked like she was in college because she’d developed early. And Lord, how she’d developed. I could totally see why Phil would be whipped. If I was dating her, I might be too. I decided to save my little brother since I’d sort of caused this.
So, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and brought up Lila’s number. I was unable to avoid the fond memories I had of the older sister I’d hooked up with in Cincinnati.
“Are there rules for when you should text a girl?”
I vaguely remembered we’d discussed this at some point. In fact, I might have laid down the rules at the time.
“Three days unless it’s for a hookup, then any time after ten,” Wolf supplied.
Phil gave me a little smirk because he realized what I’d just done for him by grabbing the gang’s attention. Everyone at the table turned and looked at me. Cassidy giggled.
“Careful, Bad Girl,” I said, using Cassidy’s social-media handle. “Remember that what happens when you’re working security is like what happens in Vegas. You’re not allowed to talk about it.”
She crossed her arms and pouted. I pointed at Don.
“Distract your girlfriend before she does something rash, and I end up having to go see the trainers. Better yet, piss her off. I don’t believe she’s reached her quota for hurting boys this week.”
Don leaned over and kissed her cheek. What an amateur. He needed to up his game if he was going to distract her. I turned back to Wolf.
“What if she’s both?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“If it’s been more than three days, and I want to hook up with her?” I asked.
“There it is. He’s back. Our David is working on being a slut again,” Gina chirped.
I saw Dare furiously smashing his thumbs on his phone’s screen. I’d warned him earlier this week that I would block him again if he kept sending me messages. Then the phones of every girl at the table chirped, almost at once.
“Why, you little shit,” Pam said and showed me her phone.
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Attached was a photo of a t-shirt I would have to buy. It was orange with blue lettering, like our school colors, so it had the whole school-spirit bit going for it. The text said ‘
“What does ‘thot’ mean?” Gina asked.
I busted out laughing.
“Let’s just say it’s a woman who has many casual sexual encounters or relationships,” Wolf said, being surprisingly sensitive.
Little Dare was too smart for his own good. All the girls turned and glared at him like he might officially be a ‘stupid boy.’
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Mom had sent me a message from the hospital. She’d taken Mayor Duke with her so he could do his service dog job with the cancer patients. She let me know she had everything under control as far as my attending the Academy Awards was concerned. People were handling the arrangements for me so I wouldn’t have to worry about it until it was actually time to fly out there.
Mom then shared that Billy Felton, Lisa’s little brother, was once again in the hospital. Mom said his cancer had come back.
I hadn’t had time to make visits to the hospital in a while, so I used this as an excuse to go visit. I tried to devote my efforts toward the younger kids.
Billy had been one of the first I’d visited. He’d been a little badass, throwing a tantrum because he thought his parents were treating him like a baby. It had taken some effort, but I helped him see it from his parents’ perspective. They were worried sick about him and trying to protect him.
Billy was the reason Lisa Felton and I had become friends. I’d taken her across the street to the diner to get her mind off her little brother. That started its own drama when everyone assumed she and I were seeing each other on the side. My friends were mad at me because Lisa had a bad reputation, and they believed it was true. There were rumors that she had done some things that good girls didn’t do.
Turned out, Bill Rogers and his group of Neanderthals had started those rumors. This was the same Bill Rogers who’d messed up Tracy Dole. He and I’d had some memorable run-ins because he couldn’t get it through his thick head that Tracy wasn’t his personal punching bag to abuse and misuse.
To this day, Tracy still had bouts of depression, and it all pointed back to the summer he’d bullied and brutalized her. If there was one guy in this world I actually wanted to kill, it was him.
Long story short, Lisa and I had flirted with getting together for a while. There are a handful of girls that just do it for you, and Lisa was one of those for me. She wasn’t the best-looking girl at school, but she might have been the sexiest. That was until Brook Davis showed up. I’ll just say that Lisa made me want to be a naughty boy.
