Page 55 of That Baby (That Boy 3)
It's that sparkle that makes me think about the backseat again.
I make a snap decision.
Jake, first. Backseat, later.
Or maybe I'll take her back to my dorm. My roommates are gone for the weekend.
We get in clear view of Jake and I turn on the charm, for both Jake and my own reasons. Jake insults Jay and laughs about the fact that he went elsewhere for sex.
I pull Jay closer and run my hand suggestively up her thigh. "Hey, Jake, ya think maybe there's a reason she's never done it with you?" I cock my head and shrug. "Might explain all them trips to Lincoln . . . " Then I give Jay a hungry look, one driven as much by my own cock as by my need to put this asshole in his place.
Jake lunges at me.
The Warren twins and I make fast work of Jake, even when his friends get involved.
But when I turn around to claim a victory kiss, she's gone.
"Lisa, where's Jay?" I ask.
"Phillip dragged her out of here. They left."
It always has to be Phillip. He always has to play the knight in shining armor.
Damn him.
I'm tipsy and horny as fuck and have no intention of sleeping alone tonight, so I grab my phone, intending to booty call the hot girl who's been sending me dirty pictures all week.
I'll fuck her. Get my head straight.
Then tomorrow I'll drive home.
Screw studying for finals. I'll take Jay out for lunch.
Kiss her again.
Make a decision how to proceed while I'm sober.
When I look at my phone, I notice three missed calls from my mom. It's a little unusual for her to call so late, but I'll deal with her tomorrow. She would've left a message if it were important.
But then I see I have a missed call and a voicemail from Phillip.
I listen to it: "Jay parents. Accident. Life Flighted. It's not good. Call me."
When I call him back, I feel sick to my stomach. The alcohol I consumed tonight is suddenly not sitting well with the late night Taco Bell drive thru.
Phillip says, "Hey, hang on."
I can hear him walking.
He tells me about the crash. "Head on. Mom dead. She got to say goodbye to her dad. He's dead too."
I can barely speak when he hands the phone to her.
What do you say when your best friend just lost her parents and you've been thinking about how to get into her pants?
"Jay, I'm so sorry."
And I know it. I know I'm going to get to the hospital and Phillip is going to say the same words about her and the baby.
They never had a chance.
I think about the funeral. How Jay asked me, without a tear, to be a pallbearer. How I nodded yes even though carrying a coffin was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to pull her into my arms tell her it would be alright--that I'd take care of her.
But she clung to Phillip. He was always touching her. Holding her hand. She held his hand with such force; we were all convinced it was the only thing keeping her upright.
Then the whole Prom thing came up.
My parents thinking she needed to go. Phillip not wanting her to go with Jake.
His offer to ditch his date and take Jay instead.
I stepped up to the plate.
I would take her.
After we take some pre-Prom photos, Phillip pulls me aside and says, "Don't you dare hurt my girl. She's been through enough."
I know what he's talking about.
Know she's a virgin.
Know I shouldn't take advantage of the situation, but the competitor in me wants to do just that. I want to hold her and touch her in ways Phillip's only dreamed about. And I know he dreams about her. He pretends like it's some hot model but the things the model does are all things Jay does. I'm pretty sure he's in love with her.
Am I in love with her? No.
I love her. Like, as a friend. I think we'd have a lot of fun together. I think with a little coaching she'd be wild in bed.
I'm always nice when I end things with girls. I'd be nice to her when it was over.
And it would be over.
I adore her, but she also drives me flipping nuts. Always fighting me about something.
We'd definitely have fun while it lasted.
But my mind is wrestling between wanting to get with her and not wanting to hurt her. Even though she hides it well, the way she clings to Phillip tells me she's not okay. She hasn't even cried. Not once. Not at the funeral.
Nothing.
What if we do it, and she hates me for taking advantage of her?
The more I dance with her and kiss her, the less I worry about all of this, and by the time we get to the hotel room, I'm drunk and horny.
I try to be romantic and pop some champagne. I try not to think about how there's something else I'll be popping shortly. And with the way she's been kissing me, I know she wants to.
I pull her close and kiss her, running my fingers through her hair. Her hair is up in a bun and I want it down, flowing around her face.
I take out the pins and toss them to the ground.
"Danny, wait," she says, and I think, Shit, she's changing her mind.
Good thing I can be very persuasive.
One of my many off-field talents.
I pour some more champagne, drain it, and kiss her again.
Then she says, "I want to get into something more comfortable."
I want to tell her lingerie isn't necessary. That I'm just going to take it off. That naked is always best.
But then I remember it's her first time. She probably has some plan. Virgins always have a plan.
While she goes into the bathroom, I take my jacket and shirt off and put them on the dresser. I push my pants down over my boner and about fall over trying to get my shoes off while my pants are down around my ankles.
I know she and Jake have done stuff, but I've seen him in the locker room with his little pencil dick. I opt to leave my boxers on. I don't want to scare the poor girl.
I remember one girl--Brittany, or Bethany, some B-name, whatever--telling me she didn't think it would fit. I proceeded to show her it fit just fine.
I get a condom out of my wallet and set it on the nightstand. Even drunk, I remember No glove, no love.
As I lie down on the bed, it spins a little. Shit. I don't feel so good.
I grab the trash can and heave into it.
Then I lie back down and close my eyes for just a minute.
I wake up freezing.
I survey my surroundings and see I'm lying in a hotel bed wearing only boxers.
And what is that smell? I gag and then grab the trash can and thro
w up in it--again, apparently.
Shit.
"Jay?" I say.
What the hell happened? What did we do? Did we have sex? Did I puke in the middle of it? Oh, god. That would probably scar her for life.
Then I see the condom still lying on the nightstand and try harder to remember.
"Jay," I say again, checking the bathroom. I'm half afraid she's in there bawling. Her prom dress is hung up. There's some lace half-shoved in a duffle bag.
I pull out the red nightie.
Shit. She would've looked hot in this. She would have put this on and come out, excited to show me.
And what did she find?
Me half naked, passed out next to a trash can full of puke?
I grab a glass, fill it with tap water and down it. I'm thirsty. Then I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth.
She must have gone to Billy's party.
Shit. Some date I am.
I throw on a pair of shorts and go to the party. Turning down a beer and learning no one has seen her. I know she can't be with Phillip, because he had sex plans with Carrie. Even went all out on a room with a hot tub.
I go knock on his door anyway, because I'm getting a little worried. If she left with Jake, Phillip would be pissed at me.
When Phillip answers, I peek toward the bed, hoping to see Carrie naked. Instead, Jay sits up and rubs her sleepy eyes.
What the hell is she doing in bed with Phillip? And where the hell is Carrie?
But then I realize they both have clothes on.
I'm either still drunk or too hungover to process.
So I tease her, offering a threesome, and end up in bed with her and Phillip, doing nothing but sleeping.
Later, I wake up hungover as fuck and get a nasty dose of reality.
Jay is sleeping peacefully, her long hair splayed out across Phillip's arm, her head resting on his shirtless shoulder, her face snuggled into his neck, and his arm wrapped possessively around her.
I'm never one to back down from a challenge or a dare. I never quit when I'm behind in a game.
I never give up.
But I know better than to play a game I'll never win.
I'm almost to the hospital when my phone buzzes again. I glance down and see Coach's name.
"Danny, where are you?"
"I'm headed to the hospital. My friend, Jadyn, was in an accident."
"That's why I was calling you. Marcus told me about the accident, and I drove by the scene on my way home. Um, have you gotten an update on her, uh, condition?"
"No, I'm almost at the hospital. I don't know much yet."
