Page 74 of Foolish Games

We slip out through her bedroom door and along a hallway, then down a set of stairs that I know leads to the back of the house where the garage, basketball and tennis courts, and swimming pool are located. She peeks around the corner of the stairs into the hallway, then motions for me to follow. Racing on tiptoes, she opens the door to the garage, and we duck through.

“Shit,” she says, letting out a giggle that makes her whole face light up at the close call. “My parents were in the living room. I was so scared they’d see you.”

“And that would be the end of the world?” I ask.

“Um, yes,” she says, reaching for the door of her Corvette. Just as she’s about to open it, tires sound on the gravel. “Get down!”

She shoves me, and since I don’t have time to jump in any of the cars, I drop to the ground beside hers just as another car pulls into the garage. The door slams, and I see a pair of preppy golf shoes appear in my line of sight.

“Rob,” Vivienne says with a horribly fake laugh. “What are you doing back already? I thought you went to the club.”

“Sebastian wasn’t home,” he says. “I didn’t want to go down there alone. Want to go now that you’re up?”

He starts to move toward the front of her car, and she shoves me with her toe. I scramble backwards on my hands. Vivienne scuffs her foot on the cement floor to disguise the noise.

“I have to go drop something off first,” she says. “I’ll be home in an hour or so.”

“Where you going?” Rob asks. “I’ll just ride along.”

Fuck. I squeeze my eyes closed and ease around the back of the Corvette, wishing it was higher so I could at least crawl instead of slithering on my belly like a fucking snake. I suppose it’s fitting though. I did just fuck his sister behind his back—multiple times. So I slither around the far side as he comes around to the driver’s side to talk to Viv.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” Vivienne says. “I’ll just meet you here afterwards.”

“Why?” he asks. “What’s up?”

She sighs. “If you really must know, Sasha has really bad cramps, so I’m going to bring her some Midol and a hot water bottle.”

“Nasty,” he says. “I did not need to know all that.”

“What?” she asks. “You don’t want to ride along, maybe run into Fred’s for some heavy flow tampons?”

“You can stop now,” he says, and suddenly, he’s coming around the front of her car so fast all I can do is make a mad dive behind it again, curling into a ball and holding my breath, sure he must have seen me. I cover my head with my arms, waiting for him to start kicking the fuck out of me.

Instead, he opens his car door, grabs something out, and then heads into the house, closing the door behind him. When I finally dare to breathe, I unfurl my body and hurry around to climb into her passenger seat.

“Sorry,” Vivienne hisses, jumping into the driver’s seat and starting the car. She pulls out without another word, speeding down her driveway like she thinks we’ll be caught.

The fantasy of last night and this morning are cleared away like rain on a windshield as we pull out of her gate and onto the road, and she heaves a giant sigh of relief.

As fun as it was to fuck her, and maybe more than fun, it’s over. She’s relieved. She’s practically flipping her car in her urgency to get rid of me. That’s how ashamed she’d be for her family to know she stooped so low as to fuck me. I’m just a fuck boy to her, a good time, something fun to be played with for a minute before she goes back to her real life and her family’s plan and her Ivy League applications.

And before I go back to being her brother’s friend. He’s always done right by me, having my back on the field and off. I went and repaid him by breaking the code and fucking his sister. As fucking epic as it was, it’s not worth this shit—sneaking around, crawling on the ground, being afraid I’m going to lose my best friend and get my ass kicked at the same time. Rob’s been my friend since he started high school, when I barely knew Vivienne existed. If I don’t fuck it up like I have been lately, like I’ve managed to fuck up everything in my life, he’ll be my friend long after she’s gotten bored of slumming it with a bad boy and gone back to being the uptight little nerd on the arm of pencil-dick Chad.

“Where to?” Vivienne asks, and I realize she’s never seen my house, though Rob’s given me plenty of rides home.

Even if we’re done, I’m still not keen on her seeing my shitty little roach trap, especially after spending the morning in the luxury of her spacious room with its own bathroom and fancy sheets and pillows that must have been made of actual fucking clouds.

“I’m supposed to be working today,” I say. “I’m already late, so if you don’t mind dropping me off at the site…”

She gives me a curious look, and I think she’s going to ask, but she doesn’t. I direct her to the construction site where Billy and them are on the crew.

“Well, this seems like an awkward way to leave things,” she says, pulling up at the curb with the engine still running.

“That’s why it’s better to dip while they’re sleeping,” I say, flashing her a grin.

“Hey,” she says, resting her hand on the gear stick. “You know this can’t happen again, right?”

“Sure,” I say. “Whatever you say, Princess.”

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