Chapter 2
B lake
“Wait, I think I should bring a peace offering,” I said as we walked through the front doors. Both Nash and Myles looked at me with the same confused expression. “For Ren, she hasn’t accepted my apology. What could I get her?”
Myles crossed his arms as Nash snorted. “Ya want to bring my girl a gift?”
“Yeah, man, to say sorry for being a dick. What would she want?”
Myles looked around the foyer. “From here at the school? Nothing that I can think of. She does like coffee, though, and painting.”
“Oh, I can do coffee. Come with me so I get it right.”
“Really?” Nash complained but followed along into the cafeteria.
“Hey, Nash. You free next weekend,” Chrissy asked as we moved toward the coffee station.
“What do you have in mind?”
I shook my head as I watched him work. He would probably have Chrissy naked and up against a wall for a quickie before we made it upstairs.
“Here,” Myles said, holding out a coffee. “I have it down to a fine science now.”
Taking the cup, we walked out and left Nash to continue flirting with Chrissy. “Tell me, are you really okay with this?”
“With what?” Myles stuffed his hands in his jeans as we walked to the elevator.
“The whole one-girl thing? You never seemed like the type to only date one, at least until you have to marry whatever her name is,” I said.
“Aw fuck, did ye have to go and mention Fiona?” He cracked his neck and rolled out his shoulders. “I gotta do somethin’ about that, but aye, I’m good with it. More than good, actually.” He smirked.
“Have you fucked her yet?”
“Naw, not yet.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I really wanna, but she’s never done it, and I don’t want to push her.”
“Push who into what,” Nash asked, all smiles as he draped his arms over our shoulders.
“None of yer fuckin business. Ya gonna do a quick meet up with Crissy?”
“Better. I’m going to her place tonight, and there’s a party at her family’s house next weekend that she wants all of us to go to. It’ll be just like old times. We can even see how many chicks we can rail in one night.”
“Yeah…that won’t be happenin’,” Myles said, and Nash’s mouth fell open. “I’m with Snowflake now, man. I’m not gonna be doin’ that no more.”
“What the fuck, did Princess cut your cock off?”
“Shut up, course not. Trust me, Snowflake makes the damn thing work just fine. But I don’t want to fuck around on her. I really like her.”
Nash’s arms fell away from our shoulders. I’d never seen him look more shocked. Remembering that we wanted the elevator, I pushed the button as the two of them continued their awkward stare-off.
“Fine, fuck you. I’ll make Blake my wingman,” Nash said, and I laughed.
“Sorry, bro, not interested,” I said as the elevator doors opened.
“What the fuck is happening around here? I’m losing both wingmen on the same day. Is this about Ren, too?”
He swore when I smiled and shook my head. Licking my lips, I gave him that I got a girl look. It was all bullshit. I’d dated more girls than I could remember but didn’t have anyone special. I just didn’t want to become Nash’s tag-a-long toy.
“I still can’t fucking believe this,” Nash was complaining as we walked down the hall to Ren’s room.
Even though I knew I didn’t have a shot with Ren, my heart beat harder with each step. There was a group of people standing around, staring down the hall, and just as I was going to ask what was happening, I heard yelling.
Crash
We all froze.
“That came from Snowflake’s room,” Myles said and ran for the door.
The sounds of shit breaking and screams got louder as we got closer.
“Watch out,” Nash growled, and with a hard kick, the door crashed open.
If someone had hurt Ren, they had to deal with all of us. We burst through the door, ready for a fight, and jerked to a halt as soon as we stepped inside.
“Bitch,” Vicky yelled.
“Takes one to know one,” Ren growled as she and Vicky rolled around on the floor like they were in the WWE.
Vicky grabbed a handful of Ren’s hair and pulled, but Ren countered with an elbow to the ribs.
“Ow!” Vicky wailed as they rolled across the floor in the other direction and banged into the table.
“What the fuck is going on,” Myles asked.
“No idea, but this is hot,” Nash said.
“Should we stop them,” I asked.
“Fuck no, give them some bikinis and jello, and I’d watch this all day. Hell, I’d even join in,” Nash said, the corner of his mouth pulling up.
I wasn’t sure if I should be as turned on as I was watching this, but I gave in to the insanity as the guys began to cheer.
That stopped the girls faster than if we’d tossed cold water on them.
They looked like they’d been in a major catfight.
Panting hard, hair wild, small bloody cuts on their faces, and bruises already forming around their eyes.
“Nash! Kill her for me,” Vicky whined. Ren snorted and pushed herself up. The hoodie she was wearing was askew, showing off one shoulder, and I caught myself staring a little too long at the exposed skin. My mind picturing her walking to me with nothing but that hoodie on.
Myles went to Ren as she limped away from Vicky, who was still being the drama queen in the middle of the floor. All she needed to do was stomp her feet and slam her fists down to complete that spoiled child tantrum look.
“I’m not killing her. Actually, how do I make you two do that again? That got me hard,” Nash said as I walked over to where Myles had gotten Ren to sit down.
“I’ll take her on again, anytime,” Ren said.
“You cunt, I hate you!”
“The feeling is mutual,” Ren growled, and jumped up but Myles wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from rushing Vicky.
Not sure what else to do, I stepped in her line of sight of Vicky and held out the coffee. Ren looked at the cup and then up at me.
“It was an I’m sorry for being a dick coffee, but this may not be the right time for the apology portion, so just take it, but maybe don’t throw it.” Her lip twitched.
“Tempting,” she said. As she took the coffee, our fingers touched, and I yanked my hand away like she’d bit me.
I quickly looked away from her silvery eyes before I said something stupid.
“Why were the two of you fighting? I mean, I know Vicky can be a bitch, but is there another reason,” I asked.
“Did you just call me a bitch? Nash! He just called me a bitch, defend me,” Vicky wailed at an ear piercing level.
“Knock it off already. Just answer the question, who started the fight?”
“She started it,” they both yelled at the same time.
“I did not,” Ren managed to leap up and get a couple steps away this time, but Myles grabbed her and picked her up off the ground to keep her from storming off.
She looked way too fucking hot riled up. Her hands balled into fists, and her eyes were angry enough that Vicky should’ve been dead from that steely gaze alone.
“Are you going to help me up, Nash?”
Nash leaned against the wall. “Nope. If your legs aren’t broken, then use them.” That was another relationship I couldn’t wrap my head around. He obviously hated her, so why date her? From what he’d said, it wasn’t for mind-blowing sex.
“Jerk,” Vicky mumbled as she gingerly stood. “Ren started the fight.”
“I did not. You fucking cut massive holes in all my underwear. That was all I had, and I’m walking around with crotchless panties because of you.”
There was nothing worse she could’ve said. I looked down at her jeans like my eyes were drawn that way, but luckily, both Nash and Myles were doing the same thing.
“You all have a one-track mind. Stop staring at my crotch,” Ren growled.
“I did not do that! And even if I did, it didn’t warrant ripping the heels off of my Jimmy Choos. You don’t do that to those shoes. Thousands of dollars wasted for your dollar store underwear? It doesn’t compare.”
“It’s not the point,” Ren pulled on Myles’s arms, her eyes still flashing with anger. Why did she have to look so adorable?
“I wouldn’t put a single finger near any material that has touched your low class pussy. I’d probably get a disease,” Vicky said, crossing her arms.
“Ha! Look who’s talking,” Ren snarled. “I’m surprised that Nash doesn’t have gonorrhea, with you sharing your hooch around so much. I’m sure he’d love to know about all the dicks you’ve ridden.”
Vicky’s face flamed a bright red. “Are you calling me a slut?”
“You said it. I was just wondering if your adoring boyfriend knows about your extra boy toys.”
“I wouldn’t cheat on Nash!” Vicky yelled and stomped across the room.
“Oh, that’s right, it’s the other way around. He can’t stand being with you.”
“I’m going to kill you!”
Before she could reach Ren, I jumped in front of Vicky, and the yelling got louder.
I glanced at Nash, expecting him to look angry. Instead, he was laughing so hard that he was doubled over, gripping his stomach.
“Why are you laughing,” I asked, and Vicky looked over her shoulder at Nash.
“Why are you laughing? She is insulting us, and she destroyed my shoes.” Nash laughed harder, gripping the wall and wiping at the tears running down his cheeks.
“Nash!” Vicky stomped her foot and marched away, which was a good thing.
I wouldn’t let her near Ren again, but I would prefer not to have to deal with the crazy bag of nuts.
“She is a piece of lowlife trash, and I want her expelled for what she did,” Vicky said, pointing at Ren, who I was happy to see sipping the coffee I’d brought.
She had scrapes all along her knuckles and looked like she was ready to go another ten rounds.
Muhammad Ali would’ve been impressed. “Stop laughing.” Vicky pushed Nash in the chest, and he gasped in a mouthful of air.
He pointed his finger at Vicky and then Ren before breaking down in hysterics all over again. I looked at Myles, hoping he understood, but he just shrugged his shoulders. I’d never seen him laugh like this before.