Kass’s shoulders. “Sweetie, you’ve had, like, one serious boyfriend your whole life. And you’re twenty-one years old. So Adam Kerrigan dumped you senior year of high school—”
“The day after I finally gave it up for him.”
“—the day after you finally gave it up for him. He was a douche bag. But not every guy is a douche bag. Why don’t you give Eduardo a chance? He sounds supernice, from the, like, one time you told me about him.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”
“Yeah, well, don’t spend too many years analyzing the situation like you always do, or you might die a virgin.”
“I am not a virgin, I just told you, Adam Kerrigan and I—”
“Whatever. Your chastity belt is on so tight, you might as well be a virgin. I’m not saying that to be a bitch. I’m saying that because I love you, and I want you to be as happy as I am with Chase.”
Kamille reached over and hugged Kass. Kass hugged her back. Was Kamille right? Did she, Kass, need to loosen up a little and let Eduardo score a home run with her?
Or at least get to first base?
Chapter Seventeen
Kyle
“S o you’re going to the party tonight, right?” Ash called out to Kyle.
“What party?” Kyle slid past Ash and Priscilla and opened her overflowing locker. She nudged a pile of textbooks, notebooks, makeup containers, empty Four Loko bottles, and a broken calculator with her foot, trying to stuff everything back inside. She really needed to do a cleanup one of these days. Even her prized pictures of Channing Tatum (shirtless) and Megan Fox (almost shirtless) were ripped and sadly peeling from the locker walls.
Ash and Priscilla exchanged a glance. “At Graydon’s,” Ash said, running a hand through her short, spiky hair. She dyed it a different color every week. This week, it was fuchsia. “Graydon Garrison? He’s a senior? His parents are in Prague or Ibiza or wherever.”
“I went to one of his parties once,” Priscilla added. “I hooked up with these two rich Russian guys. They were so old, like thirty? They thought I was a ho, and gave me like five hundred dollars afterward.” She twirled her long, straight-out-of-a-bottle platinum hair around her finger and giggled.
“I was at that party, too. It was sick. Everyone was doing coke and E. And whippits,” Ash added.
“Those skinny little dogs?” Kyle said, confused.
“No, retard. Cans filled with that gas, nitrous something. You put it in balloons and inhale,” Ash clarified. “God, are you totally out of it?”
“Where have you been lately, anyway? You haven’t gone out with us in, like, forever.” Priscilla pouted.
“My parents are making me do like six hours of homework every night. I have to improve my GPA or they’re going to send me to a convent,” Kyle explained. She knew she was kind of exaggerating with the “six hours” and “convent” part. But that was the only kind of talk Ash and Priscilla understood, especially when they were stoned out of their minds. Which they obviously were, judging from the bloodshot eyes and the smell wafting from their matching white blouses and green-and-black-plaid skirts, aka the suck-ass school uniform.
“Bummer,” Priscilla sympathized.
“Yeah, bummer. Hey, isn’t that your brother?” Ash said suddenly.
Kyle glanced over her shoulder. Benjy was walking down the hall with a couple of guys from their literature class, Colt Reichert and Javier something.
“He’s not my brother,” Kyle said irritably.
Ash shrugged. “Step, half, whatever. He’s kind of hot. Like that dude who’s really Batman when he takes off his glasses.”
“You mean Superman,” Kyle corrected her.
“Same difference. You wouldn’t mind if I hit that, would you?” Ash puckered her lips and blew a loud kiss at Benjy.
But Benjy didn’t seem to notice. He was looking at Kyle.
Kyle turned away, feeling confused and pissed off at the same time. She had managed to ignore Benjy
“The day after I finally gave it up for him.”
“—the day after you finally gave it up for him. He was a douche bag. But not every guy is a douche bag. Why don’t you give Eduardo a chance? He sounds supernice, from the, like, one time you told me about him.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”
“Yeah, well, don’t spend too many years analyzing the situation like you always do, or you might die a virgin.”
“I am not a virgin, I just told you, Adam Kerrigan and I—”
“Whatever. Your chastity belt is on so tight, you might as well be a virgin. I’m not saying that to be a bitch. I’m saying that because I love you, and I want you to be as happy as I am with Chase.”
Kamille reached over and hugged Kass. Kass hugged her back. Was Kamille right? Did she, Kass, need to loosen up a little and let Eduardo score a home run with her?
Or at least get to first base?
Chapter Seventeen
Kyle
“S o you’re going to the party tonight, right?” Ash called out to Kyle.
“What party?” Kyle slid past Ash and Priscilla and opened her overflowing locker. She nudged a pile of textbooks, notebooks, makeup containers, empty Four Loko bottles, and a broken calculator with her foot, trying to stuff everything back inside. She really needed to do a cleanup one of these days. Even her prized pictures of Channing Tatum (shirtless) and Megan Fox (almost shirtless) were ripped and sadly peeling from the locker walls.
Ash and Priscilla exchanged a glance. “At Graydon’s,” Ash said, running a hand through her short, spiky hair. She dyed it a different color every week. This week, it was fuchsia. “Graydon Garrison? He’s a senior? His parents are in Prague or Ibiza or wherever.”
“I went to one of his parties once,” Priscilla added. “I hooked up with these two rich Russian guys. They were so old, like thirty? They thought I was a ho, and gave me like five hundred dollars afterward.” She twirled her long, straight-out-of-a-bottle platinum hair around her finger and giggled.
“I was at that party, too. It was sick. Everyone was doing coke and E. And whippits,” Ash added.
“Those skinny little dogs?” Kyle said, confused.
“No, retard. Cans filled with that gas, nitrous something. You put it in balloons and inhale,” Ash clarified. “God, are you totally out of it?”
“Where have you been lately, anyway? You haven’t gone out with us in, like, forever.” Priscilla pouted.
“My parents are making me do like six hours of homework every night. I have to improve my GPA or they’re going to send me to a convent,” Kyle explained. She knew she was kind of exaggerating with the “six hours” and “convent” part. But that was the only kind of talk Ash and Priscilla understood, especially when they were stoned out of their minds. Which they obviously were, judging from the bloodshot eyes and the smell wafting from their matching white blouses and green-and-black-plaid skirts, aka the suck-ass school uniform.
“Bummer,” Priscilla sympathized.
“Yeah, bummer. Hey, isn’t that your brother?” Ash said suddenly.
Kyle glanced over her shoulder. Benjy was walking down the hall with a couple of guys from their literature class, Colt Reichert and Javier something.
“He’s not my brother,” Kyle said irritably.
Ash shrugged. “Step, half, whatever. He’s kind of hot. Like that dude who’s really Batman when he takes off his glasses.”
“You mean Superman,” Kyle corrected her.
“Same difference. You wouldn’t mind if I hit that, would you?” Ash puckered her lips and blew a loud kiss at Benjy.
But Benjy didn’t seem to notice. He was looking at Kyle.
Kyle turned away, feeling confused and pissed off at the same time. She had managed to ignore Benjy
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