Page 43 of Foolish Games

“Apparently, these muscles make smart girls stupid.”

I flex both arms like Hercules, and Vivienne gives me an annoyed look and pushes my arm down. “Everyone deserves a second chance, don’t you think?” she says to Chaz.

They lock eyes, and even though I know she’s doing this to make him want her back, I don’t like their silent exchange one bit.

“We talked about the self-respect part too,” I say. “I guess when you’re full of eight-and-a-half inches of thick cock, there’s no room left for that.”

Chiclet’s eyes widen, and she glances at Chaz, probably wishing she’d gone for a bigger fish rather than a guy who was already dating her friend. Of all the guys at FHS, why are these two fighting over this puny little nerd?

Maybe he’s not so small after all. Did Vivienne ever actually say he was?

She said he was bigger than my pinky. She didn’t say by how much.

Fuck. Maybe he’s bigger than me.

Viv let me run my mouth, but all along, she might have been thinking my eight-and-a-half inches was puny. No wonder she wants him back even though he’s a piece of shit. Dude must have the biggest brain and the biggest dick in school.

“Vivienne doesn’t care about that kind of thing,” Nerd Boy says. “Which is how I know this is all a farce.”

“Yeah,” Chiclet says. “And we’re going to prove it.”

“How?” Viv demands before I can stop her.

“Easy,” Chiclet says. “We’ve got two intelligent people working against one.”

She turns and flounces off, and I fight the urge to blow a spitball at the back of her head.

Chaz rests his palms on the far edge of the table and leans in, speaking to Viv. “Unless hanging out with this imbecile really has dampened your intelligence,” he says. “Then it’s two intelligent people against zero.”

“What do you care?” I ask, leaning back in my seat and laying an arm along the back of Viv’s chair. “You cheated on Viv. She deserves better, and now she’s getting it.”

“I didn’t cheat,” he insists, turning to her. “I didn’t.”

“You moved on,” she says. “Why do you care so much if I do too?”

“For—for the sake of truth,” he says, clearly not having anticipated that question despite his intellect. “People deserve to know. They shouldn’t be lied to.”

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Viv says, snuggling into me.

Damn, even her head on my shoulder feels good.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chaz asks.

“It means, you were clearly not ‘just friends’ with Krissy when we were together,” Viv says. I give her a little squeeze of encouragement. As much fun as it is to talk shit to little Nerd Boy, it’s more fun watching her take him down a peg. Kinda makes me horny seeing her all feisty like that.

“We were just friends,” Chaz insists. “Nothing ever happened until you and I broke up.”

“But you had feelings for her,” Viv says, her voice going softer with hurt. “And you knew she had feelings for you. Which means you weren’t just friends, even if you didn’t act on them.”

Chaz glances at the table where Krissy is sitting with Michael, watching us. “You’re right,” he says, turning back to Viv. “I can’t help what I felt. But I would never have acted on them if you hadn’t broken up with me. I’m a nice guy, not a cheater.”

“Yeah, well, why don’t you take your nice guy ass over there and leave us alone,” I say. “Viv’s not interested in your excuses or anything else you have to offer. She’s more interested in the not-so-nice things I do to her now that she’s mine.”

“Viv…”

Vivienne straightens her spine and faces her ex. “Sorry, Chaz, but we really do have work to do. And I’m sorry if our being together bothers you. Maybe you should think about why that is and what that says about your own relationship instead of trying to prove something about ours.”

I have to hold back the urge to kiss her, or at least high five her, but I manage to keep my game face on.

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