Page 110 of Filthy Beautiful
Or was that just something she told herself to make herself feel better?
“After Dylan, there was Ashley Player…” she went on. “Though I’m not sure he even knows I’m alive. And then I definitely had a Dean Slater phase. You know… the list goes ever on.”
“Ugh, Dean? Really?”
“Yeah. Really.”
“Dean Slater is like… a two-year-old in a man’s body.”
“I know. Thoselipsthough…”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Sorry. Sucks to be you.”
“It really does.” She giggled with me.
When I got over the laughter, I took a breath.
“If you know Dean… you must know Xander Rush.”
“Ooooh, girl. His reputation proceeds.” She studied me. “He’s here tonight…”
“Yeah.”
“Pretty sure I saw him screwing someone in the backyard…”
My stomach sank. “Yeah.” I’d never actually been kicked in the gut, but it definitely felt like Xander had just given me the boot with his size eleven.
She eyed me up and down. “What did he do to you?”
“Nothing. That’s kinda the problem.”
“Oh. Right.”
I sniffed and had to push back the tears.
“Well, we’ve all been there,” she said. “Nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, after Dean—”
“Oh, shit. There’s more?”
“Don’t judge, but my most recent crush is Johnny O.”
“Johnny? He’s my friend Shayla’s half-brother.”
She gasped. “You know Shayla?”
“Yeah.”
“IloveShayla.”
“You like Johnny?”
“I mean, he’s so gorge. But he knows it, you know? He definitely knows I’m alive, but it would be a major mistake. Like he might hit it, but then he’d definitely quit it.”
“Yeah,” I said, because what else could I say? She was probably right.
I’d heard all about Johnny’s ways with women, from Shayla. He was definitely gorgeous, but the dirt Shay had on him was enough to turn me off.
Angie sighed. “We should form a club.”
