she can do better; I don’t know any guy who is even worthy of her. “We are friends, Tuck, just friends! So what right do you have to tell me who I can be with?” Her hands form tight fists in her lap as she works to control her temper.
“I’m sorry, Kori. I thought we were friends ,” I spit the hateful word out at her bitterly. “I was trying to save you from a guy who is known for banging every chick that looks his way. I didn’t realize that was the type of guy that you wanted.” A part of me is aware that I don’t have very much room to criticize Colin about that, a fact that Kori quickly pounces on.
“Oh, and I guess that you are just a blushing virgin. Everybody knows your reputation, Tuck. You’re just as bad as Colin is.”
I suck in a furious breath. “Don’t you ever fucking compare me to him, Kori. I’ve never slipped roofies into a girl’s drink before.” I watch as she pales. Finally, something is getting through to her.
“What are you talking about?” Her question comes out softly, startling me. I had grown accustomed to her screaming as she verbally attacked me.
I sigh and look out of her windshield. “We were at a frat party my sophomore year when I caught him slipping it into a girl’s drink. I beat his ass, and I’ve hated him ever since.” I glance over at her in time to see her duck her head. I can see her jaw tense as she works to control her emotions. When she speaks again, my ears strain to hear what she says.
“I didn’t know. Thank you, Tuck. I’m really sorry.” She looks like she has swallowed castor oil as the apology is obviously hard for her to verbalize. I place my hand on her knee and squeeze.
“It’s okay, Kori. Let’s just get you home.” I crank the truck and pull out of the parking lot.
Kori remains silent the entire drive home. She appears to be lost in deep thought as she stares out of her window at the dark landscape. I could almost swear that I see a tear streak down her cheek, but when I reach out to her, she flinches away. I sigh in frustration, afraid that I have completely fucked up the friendship that I have with this beautiful, maddening girl. Finally, we reach the house that she shares with Avery and Chelsea. As soon as the engine is quiet, Kori throws open the door. She fumbles with the harness as she struggles to unlatch her restraints. I move to help her, but she sullenly pushes my hands away.
“Just leave me alone, Tuck. I don’t need your help.” She jumps out of the seat and immediately pitches head-first onto the driveway.
Dammit, this girl is determined to piss me off tonight. I rush around the truck to help her up. I try to ignore the fact that her short denim skirt is hiked up, allowing me to see just a glimpse of her black lacy panties. I grit my teeth together as I try to get my body under control. Don’t be an asshole, Tuck. She’s drunk; you can’t take advantage of her like that. Sometimes I really hate my conscience; it doesn’t always get listened to, but apparently it is screaming at me this time. Something about Kori has gotten under my skin.
I pick Kori up and start walking to the house. “Wait, I forgot Patsy! I can’t leave her out here,” Kori frantically exclaims.
“Who the hell is Patsy?”
“My guitar,” she explains as if that was the most rational statement she had made tonight. I assure her that I will bring it in as soon as I get her inside.
Kori is nowhere to be found when I return to the house with Patsy. I walk
“I’m sorry, Kori. I thought we were friends ,” I spit the hateful word out at her bitterly. “I was trying to save you from a guy who is known for banging every chick that looks his way. I didn’t realize that was the type of guy that you wanted.” A part of me is aware that I don’t have very much room to criticize Colin about that, a fact that Kori quickly pounces on.
“Oh, and I guess that you are just a blushing virgin. Everybody knows your reputation, Tuck. You’re just as bad as Colin is.”
I suck in a furious breath. “Don’t you ever fucking compare me to him, Kori. I’ve never slipped roofies into a girl’s drink before.” I watch as she pales. Finally, something is getting through to her.
“What are you talking about?” Her question comes out softly, startling me. I had grown accustomed to her screaming as she verbally attacked me.
I sigh and look out of her windshield. “We were at a frat party my sophomore year when I caught him slipping it into a girl’s drink. I beat his ass, and I’ve hated him ever since.” I glance over at her in time to see her duck her head. I can see her jaw tense as she works to control her emotions. When she speaks again, my ears strain to hear what she says.
“I didn’t know. Thank you, Tuck. I’m really sorry.” She looks like she has swallowed castor oil as the apology is obviously hard for her to verbalize. I place my hand on her knee and squeeze.
“It’s okay, Kori. Let’s just get you home.” I crank the truck and pull out of the parking lot.
Kori remains silent the entire drive home. She appears to be lost in deep thought as she stares out of her window at the dark landscape. I could almost swear that I see a tear streak down her cheek, but when I reach out to her, she flinches away. I sigh in frustration, afraid that I have completely fucked up the friendship that I have with this beautiful, maddening girl. Finally, we reach the house that she shares with Avery and Chelsea. As soon as the engine is quiet, Kori throws open the door. She fumbles with the harness as she struggles to unlatch her restraints. I move to help her, but she sullenly pushes my hands away.
“Just leave me alone, Tuck. I don’t need your help.” She jumps out of the seat and immediately pitches head-first onto the driveway.
Dammit, this girl is determined to piss me off tonight. I rush around the truck to help her up. I try to ignore the fact that her short denim skirt is hiked up, allowing me to see just a glimpse of her black lacy panties. I grit my teeth together as I try to get my body under control. Don’t be an asshole, Tuck. She’s drunk; you can’t take advantage of her like that. Sometimes I really hate my conscience; it doesn’t always get listened to, but apparently it is screaming at me this time. Something about Kori has gotten under my skin.
I pick Kori up and start walking to the house. “Wait, I forgot Patsy! I can’t leave her out here,” Kori frantically exclaims.
“Who the hell is Patsy?”
“My guitar,” she explains as if that was the most rational statement she had made tonight. I assure her that I will bring it in as soon as I get her inside.
Kori is nowhere to be found when I return to the house with Patsy. I walk
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