Page 28 of Don't You Pucking Dare

"Reaper pledge. Good hockey player. He’s the goalie. But anyway, Brody…" She bites her lip. "Girl, he’s probably using you for his initiation."

The world tilts sideways. Of course. This isn't anything serious—it's a fucking fraternity game. The garden, the touching, the stalking... all just a pledge trying to earn his spot.

"That would explain everything," I say, but the words taste bitter. "The invitation, the masks, the—"

"The way you might be catching feelings?" Kiah's voice softens jokingly. "You’re turning red right now."

"What? Fuck no!" I say, patting my face. More than anything, I feel shame. Shame for ever thinking I’m special.

"Look, Brody Black is a fuck boy. You can have your fun with him, but he’s only here for one thing."

I stare at his photo, at those eyes that seemed to see straight through me in the garden. "I want nothing to do with him." But even as I say that, I’m zooming into his face. Thepicture is too blurry, and I want a clearer view of him. I want to really see him.

"So you're not going to the game?" Kiah sits on her bed.

I toss her phone back. "Absolutely not. I'm not playing whatever sick game this is."

"You know, Jack plays on the team." A familiar mischievous glint enters her eyes. "And that boy is fine as hell."

"Jack? The guy you’re hooking up with?" I ask, wondering if there’s a connection there. Are they playing Kiah?

"Yeah. Total fuck boy, but so fun. He has a big dick." She sits up, grinning. "You should go to the game, wear that t-shirt, and spend the whole time flirting with Jack. He’s this one." She shows me Jack from the team roster. "It would drive Brody insane!"

"No." I grab my cello, needing something solid to hold onto. "I'm not getting anywhere near this… Brody Black."

"Brody's clearly messing with you. Why not mess back? Plus I don’t care if you fuck Jack to get back at Brody. I have nothing serious with the guy."

"You wouldn’t care?" I ask as ideas brew in my mind. It instantly went to fucking Jack, but how could I pull that off? "Wait…" I start connecting the dots of how to lure Brody out and get revenge on how he’s been treating me. "Kiah, would you have a threesome?" I blurt.

She almost chokes on her laugh. "You would agree to a threesome, babe?"

I blush. "You’re calling me babe now?"

The idea that Brody Black is playing a game with me, toying with me, makes me want to retaliate. "You’re right, Kiah. Mama didn’t raise no weak bitch. If he’s using me for the Reapers initiation then I’m playing this game too. Why don’t you call Jack over here right now, and we’ll both fuck him."

She whistles. "Oh, shit, Lola came to play!"

I start playing my cello as I grin. "Brody has no idea who he’s fucking with. Tell Jack to wear a mask."

She presses a few buttons on her phone as she watches me with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah?" Jack’s voice fills the silence.

"I have a surprise for you," she squeaks, and I look away. She’s overly excited. "You have to wear your mask. Come over right now."

"Right now?" he asks.

"Right fucking now!" she demands.

"This better be fucking good, Kiah."

The phone call ends and Kiah is giggling, looking a little too excited. She pulls the cello from my hands and says, "We need to get changed right now. I don’t know if he’s down for threesomes, but I’m excited to find out."

She digs through the bottom of her drawer and hands me lingerie. "You need to look the hottest."

I take it from her, wondering why we should be wearing anything at all. "Can you steal his phone and Facetime Brody?"

She’s holding back her smile. "You dirty fucking whore. I never expected this from you. Yes, I’ll do that."

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