irresistibly attractive but a little part of me squirms excitedly when I think about how I’m going out clubbing with a smoking hot guy … even if it only is to forget about Nixon.
Nixon.
Ugh, it kills me to admit that he was right about him all this time and a small part of me is still struggling to accept it. Although, at the same time, I can’t help but be damn curious about the history between them.
Now that I’ve seen with my own two eyes that Nixon is a lying scumbag, I can’t help but wonder what else he lied about.
Hmm, maybe with a few beers in him, Priestly will reveal all. I guess there’s no harm in trying … even if I have no idea how to sweet talk him.
It’s actually quite laughable when I think about it all. My years spent living in books and avoiding the real world have really messed up my beliefs about the male sex.
I mean I was led to believe that someone like Priestly was the kind of guy to avoid and Nixon was the kind of guy to go after. Nixon is supposed to be the guy that girls want to end up with. So, why – despite my better judgement – do I have such a strong attraction to Priestly? Apart from the obvious of course.
Okay, so he can be kind of an asshole at times – not to mention a womaniser – but he is the one who warned me about Nixon. He’s also the one taking me out to cheer me up. Maybe he’s not the guy I think he is. After all, appearances can be deceptive.
Maybe we could actually have a shot at being friends. Perhaps I should give him a second chance then. Everyone deserves one. The question is , will he screw this one up too?
***
Priestly
“You’re doing what with who ?” Carter yells down the phone as I search my bedroom for my shoes.
I finally locate my Keds under the bed and sit down, shifting my phone to my left hand as I attempt to pull them on one-handed.
“Well, you were the one who acted like a dick to her.” I tell him with a sigh.
“So, you’re doing this out of pity?” he asks.
Shit.
Am I? I don’t know anymore.
“Uh, I dunno. After the whole Nixon situation, I figured I’d cheer her up.” I say hastily.
Well, it is the truth … mostly.
Carter sighs. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It was a pretty dick move on my part last night but how the hell did I know that she’d leave to find Nixon cheating on her?” he asks, sounding agitated.
I let out a low chuckle. “You wouldn’t be having a case of the old guilty conscience there, would you?”
“Oh fuck off.” Carter says abruptly. “You know I say dumb shit when I’m drunk off my ass.”
“I know … which is why you should apologise to her the next time you see her.” I tell him firmly.
“Okay.” he replies morosely.
“Good. Anyway, I’ll catch you later. I gotta go.” I tell him quickly, getting to my feet and making my way down the hall.
“You’re still going to get rid of her though, aren’t you?” Carter asks suddenly.
Uh …
“This doesn’t change anything.” Carter continues. “Does it?”
I hesitate and glance into Temperance’s room and find myself staring.
Fuck.
“Hey dickwad!” I vaguely hear Carter shouting down the phone. “You still there?”
“I gotta go.” I tell him abruptly , still staring at Temperance and then hang up before he has time to say anything else.
I shove my phone in my pocket and continue to gawp like an idiot.
Holy shit!
Nerd Girl looks hot.
I watch as she fiddles with one of her earrings and then suddenly turns to face me.
Uh oh, busted!
Her face pales as she takes in my expression.
“Oh God, it’s too much, isn’t it? I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never really went clubbing, you know? I look hideous, don’t I?” she babbles as I try to remember to think with my upstairs brain …
Fuck!
I blink a few times and try to take in what I see before me. Temperance is dressed in a bright blue dress that skims over some pretty surprising curves and high heels that make her legs look
Nixon.
Ugh, it kills me to admit that he was right about him all this time and a small part of me is still struggling to accept it. Although, at the same time, I can’t help but be damn curious about the history between them.
Now that I’ve seen with my own two eyes that Nixon is a lying scumbag, I can’t help but wonder what else he lied about.
Hmm, maybe with a few beers in him, Priestly will reveal all. I guess there’s no harm in trying … even if I have no idea how to sweet talk him.
It’s actually quite laughable when I think about it all. My years spent living in books and avoiding the real world have really messed up my beliefs about the male sex.
I mean I was led to believe that someone like Priestly was the kind of guy to avoid and Nixon was the kind of guy to go after. Nixon is supposed to be the guy that girls want to end up with. So, why – despite my better judgement – do I have such a strong attraction to Priestly? Apart from the obvious of course.
Okay, so he can be kind of an asshole at times – not to mention a womaniser – but he is the one who warned me about Nixon. He’s also the one taking me out to cheer me up. Maybe he’s not the guy I think he is. After all, appearances can be deceptive.
Maybe we could actually have a shot at being friends. Perhaps I should give him a second chance then. Everyone deserves one. The question is , will he screw this one up too?
***
Priestly
“You’re doing what with who ?” Carter yells down the phone as I search my bedroom for my shoes.
I finally locate my Keds under the bed and sit down, shifting my phone to my left hand as I attempt to pull them on one-handed.
“Well, you were the one who acted like a dick to her.” I tell him with a sigh.
“So, you’re doing this out of pity?” he asks.
Shit.
Am I? I don’t know anymore.
“Uh, I dunno. After the whole Nixon situation, I figured I’d cheer her up.” I say hastily.
Well, it is the truth … mostly.
Carter sighs. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It was a pretty dick move on my part last night but how the hell did I know that she’d leave to find Nixon cheating on her?” he asks, sounding agitated.
I let out a low chuckle. “You wouldn’t be having a case of the old guilty conscience there, would you?”
“Oh fuck off.” Carter says abruptly. “You know I say dumb shit when I’m drunk off my ass.”
“I know … which is why you should apologise to her the next time you see her.” I tell him firmly.
“Okay.” he replies morosely.
“Good. Anyway, I’ll catch you later. I gotta go.” I tell him quickly, getting to my feet and making my way down the hall.
“You’re still going to get rid of her though, aren’t you?” Carter asks suddenly.
Uh …
“This doesn’t change anything.” Carter continues. “Does it?”
I hesitate and glance into Temperance’s room and find myself staring.
Fuck.
“Hey dickwad!” I vaguely hear Carter shouting down the phone. “You still there?”
“I gotta go.” I tell him abruptly , still staring at Temperance and then hang up before he has time to say anything else.
I shove my phone in my pocket and continue to gawp like an idiot.
Holy shit!
Nerd Girl looks hot.
I watch as she fiddles with one of her earrings and then suddenly turns to face me.
Uh oh, busted!
Her face pales as she takes in my expression.
“Oh God, it’s too much, isn’t it? I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never really went clubbing, you know? I look hideous, don’t I?” she babbles as I try to remember to think with my upstairs brain …
Fuck!
I blink a few times and try to take in what I see before me. Temperance is dressed in a bright blue dress that skims over some pretty surprising curves and high heels that make her legs look
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