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“Well it’s kinda hard to decide when I’m being kept in the dark like this,” I snap back.
Just then the tension is broken by Sawyer’s phone going off. It’s just a message, but with the five of us in my room together, I can’t help but assume it must be Monty messaging him.
Or a girl. Oh my god, what if it’s a girl? Is he still seeing that teacher? We never talked about exclusivity did we?
“Sawyer, bro, you’d better read that message out before Amelie bursts a blood vessel stressing out,” Kalen quips.
Haha. “Fuck off.” I give him the finger, smiling sweetly as I do.
“It was Dad, saying that Grandfather has decided to return home tonight, and so family dinner tomorrow is cancelled. He says to have a good night, keep our mouths shut, and to not get arrested.”
The others all whoop and cheer as Sawyer catches my eye. He smirks as he easily sees through where my thoughts were headed, calling me out on my jealousy with a single look. However, the way his eyes heat with forbidden promise, makes me think he doesn’t mind me being possessive one little bit.
“Let’s go downstairs and party. The plinky plonk musicians should have fucked off by now and the DJ will be setting up!” Kalen bounces with excitement. “Let’s really celebrate! Amelie kicked fucking ass today, and we all did great! Well, except Slate.”
“Fuck off!” Slate punches Kalen on the arm then grins at me. “How about it? Will you come down and dance with me?”
“I’d love to,” I give him a soft smile. “But I’m not putting those shoes back on!” They all laugh and move off the bed to begin getting ready. Bowties and jackets remain off, shirts untucked and undone slightly. I like this look a lot. I’m a little tempted to ask them all to stay and party with me, but then I remember that I’m supposed to be making them pay, or wait, or beg or something.
“Ok, I have a few more questions before we go. Why aren’t there any females? Why do they want females now? And if so, why only have me? More to the point, whyme?And why does your grandfather hate me so much?”
They all exchange looks once again, and this time I don’t feel like they’re communicating what they can and can’t tell me. Sawyer steps forward and takes my hand in his, kissing the back of it like a perfect gentleman. He gazes at me with complete sincerity in his eyes.
“We don’t know. But when we do, we will tell you.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kalen
Valentine’s Day: usually a day where I spend more time with my clothes off, than I do on. Girls normally throw themselves at me all day. This year is different though, I’ve managed to ignore the four girls who all offered me blow jobs before breakfast.
The decorating committee has gone all out this year. Metallic love hearts and cupids hang from the ceiling. I swipe a cupid out of my way and see Becky Johnson heading towards me. Any other day of the year, these girls know not to approach me unless I summon them. But on Valentine's Day, when love is in the air, they all pounce. Time to retreat.
Love was always just a four-letter word to me, until now. I turn on my heels and run; no way am I landing myself in a situation that would piss Amelie off. She wants pizza and puppies? Then that’s what she will get.
I cleared the day off school with Dad. I have spent well over a week begging him to let me keep the puppy at his house, and he vetoed the idea, so now my plan consists of Sawyer seeing how happy a puppy makes Amelie so that he’llhaveto agree to keep itat his house. Not a solid plan, but one I’m sure will work so long as I ask himaftershe has seen it.
My brothers and I have been fighting about how we split the day with Amelie. Sawyer has taken her to breakfast, Slate is taking her to some lame ass open mic night, Onyx thinks the whole Valentine's Day is a sham and wants no part in it, but I know for a fact he has a gift for her. Although he’ll send it anonymously. She’ll know it’s from him though, because it’s bound to be boringly practical.
That leaves me lunch time. I want it all to be very public because who doesn’t like a show? Plus, if for any reason it backfires in my face and she tries to refuse the cute little fluff ball I’ve got for her, there will be enough peer pressure from folks watching to force her to accept him. What kind of a monster rejects a puppy?
My plan is foolproof.
I spend the first half of the day dodging advances from horny, lonely, desperate girls who don’t want to be alone on Valentine’s. Their eau de desperation makes my eyes water with how strong they’re coming on. I’d never risk pissing Amelie off, but I do wonder if a little flirting would make her jealous. It would be hella hot to watch her flip and kick the shit out of some of these girls. Even though she claims her flight or fight mechanism is to run and hide, I reckon there’s a fighter buried deep inside her. And that she’ll be scrappy as hell when she gets going.
NowthatI’d like to see.
I groan, adjust my trousers and pull my mind out of the gutter with some difficulty. Thinking of Amelie scrapping makes me horny, which makes me think of sex, which makes me replay the other day when we were together, over and over in my mind. I can’t stop thinking about the way she demanded I fuck her – or how rough she wanted it. I groan again, aware that I’ve gotten distractedagain,and check my watch.
It’s almost time.
My phone beeps to announce the pizza is here so I head down to the entrance to get it. And the puppy. Luckily, I was able to call in a favour with Taco – not an actual favour because he’s just a pledge, more of a ‘thanks mate I’ll owe you one’, which I’m sure he’ll call in to help with his initiation – to get the dog and to look after him for a few days. His cousin breeds them or something, and I was lucky enough to ask at the right time, just as the most recent litter was ready.
I’m so excited about this. I chose the perfect dog for her: a husky. Cute, intelligent, loyal. Hard work, but mischievous and fiercely protective. The others are going to seriously approve.
I pay the pizza delivery guy just as Taco pulls up and climbs out of his car with the smallest bundle of fluff I’ve ever seen.
“Taco, hey, man. Thanks for doing this.”
