Page 77 of Savage Devil
“Slow,” I tell her, hopping up on the countertop to sit. “I’m taking my ten.”
She wipes her hands with a towel and jumps on the counter opposite me. “Cool, I’ll take mine too.”
She tosses me an apple and I bite into it, swinging my legs back and forth in front of me. “How’s living at the Chavez house going?” she asks with a small smirk.
“Fishing?” I ask her, because this question comes up near daily.
She shrugs. “Maybe. Can you blame me? It’s been a month and I don’t know, it’s weird.”
My brows furrow. “How is it weird?”
“Haven’t you noticed that Emilio’s been acting strange?”
I shrug my shoulders, not really sure what she’s getting at. He seems like the same old Emilio to me.
“When was the last time a girl gave him her number?” Allie questions.
“I don’t know. Probably yesterday.” Which sucks but it's probably the truth.
“Nope. It’s been at least three weeks.”
My eyes narrow. “And you know that how?”
“Because the last time a girl gave him her number, he had Kasey copy it down and give it to every boy in the school. Kasey might have taken things a step further than Emilio intended by telling them all to send a dick pic to that number but—"
I snort and apple flies out of my nose. Ow. Gross. Ow.
“That is disgusting.”
“Shut up. You’re the one who made me laugh.” I clean up my mess and set my apple aside. “Okay, keep going.”
She quirks a brow. “Oh, never mind. You’re not really interested anyway, right? It’s not like you want Emilio or anything.”
“Allie,” I growl in warning.
She rolls her eyes. “Right. So anyway, its public knowledge now that if you give Emilio your number when he didn’t ask for it, every guy at Sun Valley High is going to get it, including the freshman. Penelope Reese had to change her number because the dick pics would not end.”
“Why would he—“
“Oh, and prom is next month.”
“Really?” Prom wasn’t really something I was keeping track of.
“Yep. He’s been asked at least eight times that I know of. He’s said no each time.”
“He’s probably just waiting for a better offer,” I joke, even as my chest tightens. The thought of him going to prom with anyone else makes me sick to my stomach.
Now it’s Allie’s turn to snort. “You’re kidding, right?”
I shrug. “What?”
“You know how he feels about you, B.”
I shake my head. “It’s not like that. We agreed—“
She huffs out a breath. “Did you though? Did you both agree, or did you decide?”
“We agreed,” I say, but I’m not so sure now. “At least, I thought we agreed.”
