Page 63 of Dirty Like Seth
The noise dimmed as she shut herself into some room where she could hear me. “You broke up withAsh?”
I sighed, but I doubted she heard that, either. “We were never really together, Summer. You’re having aparty?”
“I know you weren’t. But judging by the trail of empties he’s leaving on my carpet, he obviously thought so. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. And yeah, I’m having a party. You know. It’s aSunday.”
That was typical.It’s a Wednesday. It’s a Monday. It’s my quarter-birthday.Summer never needed an actual reason tocelebrate.
“So are you okay or what?” she pressed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you never answered me onthat.”
“No,” I told her. “I’m not okay. And everyone asking me if I’m okay just makes me feel lessokay.”
“I know. I know you hate everyone worrying about you. But shit, bitch… What’s going on withSeth?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you fucking him?” Leave it to Summer to cut right to the chase. “That’s what everyone wants to know. I just have the balls toask.”
“I’m not talking to everyone,” I said. “I’m talking toyou.”
“I know that, babe. It’s a figure of speech. Have you seen his dickyet?”
“Is that another figure of speech?” I askeddryly.
“No. It’s aquestion.”
“I’m not fuckinghim.”
“Maybe you should be. Everyone’s gonna think it anyway. It’s all over the worldwide web. You might as well have some fuckingfun.”
“If his dick’s in the guest cottage and my pussy’s over here,” I said, “I don’t see thathappening.”
“Please. He’s not gonna kick you out of bed,Elle.”
“How would youknow?”
“Because I saw those pictures of the two of you, on thebeach.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” She laughed. “Plus, you know. You’re superhot?”
“Why are you so keen to get melaid?”
“Because I’m always keen to get youlaid.”
That much was true. It had almost killed her that it took me nearly a year after Jesse to screwanyone.
“Look,” she said. “If you’re done with Ash, just please don’t take a fucking year to line up your next piece of ass. Better yet, find several. You should have an entire fucking cocksquad at your disposal. You’re a rock star, for Christ’s sake. Time to start acting likeone.”
Right; Summer had been on me to “slut it up like a rock star” as long as I’d knownher.
“Sorry to disappoint you,” I said, just like I had many, many times. “I’m just a one-cock-at-a-timegirl.”
“Then find one and make it your bitch. And by the way, I donotwanna hear about the time you could’ve screwed Seth Brothers in Hawaii but didn’t and now you regret it, for like, the next year of mylife.”
“Youwon’t.”
“Babe. It’s me. I know how you obsess about thesethings.”
