Page 51 of Forever Mine
Fallon dismisses him with a flick of the hand. “No. Get lost.”
Bursting into laughter, Elijah remarks, “That wasn’t very nice.”
Not taking offense, Fallon passes the water to me. “He’s a freshman pledge. He has to do whatever I tell him. Just part of the initiation. Dumb as shit, but since I’m president, it’s kind of a requirement.” He shrugs.
“And one of the many reasons why I will never join a frat,” Elijah rejoins.
A football goes flying past from across the yard, and cheers erupt when a guy catches it midair while diving into the swimming pool.
“Is that Lamar?”
Elijah perks up and scans the backyard. “Where? Is David with him?”
I fucking hope not, but if Lamar is here, David is, too.
Elijah jumps when Ash pops up behind us like an excited whack-a-mole. “Found you.”
“Stop scaring the crap out of me. Where’s Mei?”
“Dragged off to who knows where by Leila and Maggie.”
Ash hops over the back of the small sofa and manages to squeeze himself into the half-foot of available cushion space.
Fallon points his beer at him. “Like the hair. Very John Wick-ish.”
Ash spears his fingers through his jet-black locks. “I’m down with that. Keanu Reeves is awesome in those movies.”
Closing my eyes, I zone out and half-listen to what they’re saying, my interest more focused on the wonderful things Elijah’s hand is doing to the tight tendons of my neck.
“… and then the guy ran buck-ass naked across the field.”
I slit an eye open when someone clears their throat. Chris looms nervously at Fallon’s side.
“Sir, you’re needed inside.”
“I’m busy.”
“It’s a Code Four, sir.”
Ash leans over and asks, “What’s Code Four?”
Fallon shoves his empty beer at Chris and unhappily rises from his seat. “Gotta break up a fight.”
“I told you!” I pump a fist in victory because I just won a twenty-dollar bet.
It’s pretty much a guarantee that any party Fallon throws includes bloodshed and black eyes of some kind.
Making a grabby hand at Elijah, I declare, “Pay up, baby.”
Elijah lifts his hips to get to his wallet. “Dammit, Fallon. Just once. One time. No fights.”
“Please, fucker. Like I can control the actions of idiots. Come find me before you leave.”
As if we’re stuck in a revolving door of people I wish to escape, David appears out of nowhere with his perfectly styled hair and an annoyingly charming smile aimed right at Elijah.
“Hey, blondie.”
I hate that nickname. And yes, that sentiment comes straight from the little green devil named jealousy. If David didn’t moon all over my boyfriend all the fucking time, I’d have no problem with him. But he does, so I do.
