I shrug, glancing at East.
"Nixon," she says with a broad smile that has the server's jaw practically on the floor. He shakes his head out of his stupor and gets on with our order.
I raise a questioning eyebrow at East, and she rolls her eyes.
"Every student has an account to add their meals to," she shrugs. "Saves us having to carry cash around."
"Ah," I say, nodding at the ingenuity of it.
"Sorry for adding it to your account, by the way," East says with an actual blush brightening her cheeks. "If my dad sees I've been indulging, he will have my head and probably cut off my account.”
"Hey, it's no big deal," I bounce my shoulder off hers. "From what I have gathered, Katie is loaded anyhow. How would your dad know it was your order and not West’s, though?"
East huffs. "After the account is entered, they are taken to a screen with the student's photo so they can confirm the right account is being charged. For families with multiple children, the server would click on the student they have served. Thus, a salad-only diet has been my only option until you, my Goddess, came to rescue me!" She throws in a huge grin and flutters her eyes for me.
I can't help but laugh at her ridiculousness.
"What about your brother?" I ask.
"What about him?"
The server is back with our orders, which we collect with identical moans at the delicious smells wafting from inside the paper bag.
"Won't he dob you in? Isn't that what annoying siblings do?" I fish around for the share pack of popcorn chicken, offering the box for East to grab a couple before I do.
With her mouth full, East replies, "West may act like an asshole and all, but he is protective as shit of me. He wants to get me out of this life. Set me up somewhere I can earn my own damn money and pick my own husband. He is good to me."
Instantly I soften towards him. If he is looking to save his sister from a miserable life as a boring housewife, he couldn't be all bad.
"Typical, the gutter whore would eat like a rat," a shrill voice breaks me from my reverie.
Glancing up, I spot Sherry and Holly hovering by the Dukes, who lounge lazily at their table. My eyes instantly narrow in on West, who is smirking like a Cheshire cat.
"Couldn't you tell by the size of those thighs?" he suggests.
Immediately I take back my inner monologue. I choose not to show how he has affected me with the fat shaming and instead reply with, "All the better to suffocate with as I ride your face into oblivion."
A chorus of "ooohs" follow my comment, and I can't help the wink I throw West's way.
"Disgusting," East gags under her breath.
"I've got a seat right here for you, babe," the Duke with the curls, Lawson, I believe, groans and throws his head back to rest on the table behind him. "Suffocate me with that trash pussy!”
West sends Law a furious glare.
Deciding to rub salt in the wound, I add a breathy moan as I say, "Oh baby, you ain't never tasted trash like this." I run my hand down my front, gliding my fingers dangerously close to my core, before slightly lifting myskirt. "Why don't you skip to dessert? You can eat my pussy while I demolish this burger."
I was expecting the groan that comes from Law (who clutches his groin and groans something about pussy fondue), but it is the guttural growl from West that snags my attention. Thepossessivenessof the sound has my panties soaked in seconds. His muscles are corded and tight as if he is restraining himself from bending me over the table and having his way with me. For a second, Iwanthim to. But then clarity returns and I shove the stupid thought down, way down.Notgoing to happen.
East saves the day, hauling me away from catcalls, slut shaming, and temptation. Fuck. Where is my head at?
"Thanks," I mutter as we sit at a secluded table beneath an ancient gum tree.
"Don't mention it," East says, pulling our meals out of the bag. "I don't know whether my brother was going to eat you or… well,eatyou. Either way, I didnotneed to witness it."
I huff out a laugh. She is not wrong.
We settle in to eat, both of us groaning at the spicy goodness of the burgers.