Chapter 63
Sixty-Three
Vinny and I lean on the deck railing at Jeremy’s frat house, where a banging party is in full swing. Remy and Karin appear on the patio below us, bickering away. Her face turns redder as she shrieks at him—and man, does she have a set of lungs.
“There they go again,” Vinny says, tipping his beer to his lips.
“I think they fight more than they fuck,” I add.
He snorts. “Maybe it’s one and the same, you know? These two are so fucking intense. It’s like they get off on it.”
“I would’ve called it a day by now.” Remy’s not without issues, but Karin’s a selfish, mean-spirited, high-maintenance bitch. They’ve dated for months now, and it’s always this push and pull of big highs and debilitating lows.
On cue, her voice rises over the din. “I saw you staring at her. Quit denying it.”
Remy reaches for Karin, trying to hold her and answering with words too low to hear, and she flings his arms off.
“Who was he looking at?” Vinny asks quietly.
I shrug. We’re at a fraternity party; there are good-looking girls everywhere. “Could be anyone. Or no one. Karin’s prone to jealousy. Then again…”
“It’s Remy,” he finishes, and he’s not wrong.
Remy checks out every girl. He can’t—doesn’t—stop himself. The dude lacks self-control, something I’ve garnered watching him the better part of my life.
Despite the setting, this pair doesn’t seem to care who’s watching them bicker and never do. They know how to wreck a good time, and I’m not letting them kill my buzz.
I nudge Vinny. “Let’s shoot some pool.”
“Right behind you, bro.”
Remy joins us thirty minutes later to tell us he’s taking off to placate Karin.
There’s so much I’d like to say, but don’t. Instead, I ask, “You good?”
He rakes a hand through his copper hair and nods, looking like he wants to say a whole lot more himself.
Pussy whipped and muzzled.
I hope she’s worth it.
I seriously can’t imagine anyone being worth that. Shouldn’t a relationship be based in trust, mutual respect, and…adoration or something?
Maybe Vinny’s right and they like the fighting, the drama, the craziness.
“See you for the game tomorrow.”
Remy winces. “Shit. I…I’ll try.”
My brows hike, and I pin him with a stare. He clearly forgot about our softball game, and now I’m more irritated. This chick has my brother twisted up. I don’t answer, just acknowledge with a brief lift of my head. I don’t need to add to his plate.