Page 148 of How to Lose at Love

Tiffany smirks. “Do you really think it matters if you have a girlfriend or not?”

“I’m not a cheater.”

My father was a cheater, and I will not become my father. The insinuation that I would let some chick suck on my dick when I’m in a relationship—a brand-new one, no less—blows my fucking mind.

“Oh, come on. Everyone is a cheater.”

My jaw clenches. “You need to get the fuck off my porch.”

Tiffany’s eyes are wide, probably with disbelief—not sure if it’s ’cause I cussed at her or because I’m kicking her off the property, but she’s as shocked as they come.

I don’t stand around to waste more brain cells arguing with her. I shove through the front door and slam it behind me, shouting for my brothers.

“Drew? Drake?” My backpack hits the ground at the bottom of the stairway.

Both of them appear in the doorway of the kitchen, Drew with a dishrag in his hand.

“Those girls from next door aren’t allowed here again, do you understand me?”

Drake steps forward. “What happened?”

“Tiffany just offered to give me a blow job, knowing I have a girlfriend.”

Drew steps around him. “Wait—you have a girlfriend?”

“Wait—Tiffany wants to blow you?”

They are not helping.

“If someone is going to suck my dick, it’s going to be Ryann, not the grasping bitch next door. Got it?” I walk past them into the kitchen, angry that they’re making a mockery of the situation.

“Dude, where are you going? You can’t drop a bomb like that and not explain yourself!” Drake steps in line behind me to keep up, riding my ass all the way to the kitchen, giving me no personal space.

“Do you know how fucked up my week has been?” I rake a hand through my hair, frustrated.

“No, actually, we don’t. You haven’t told us shit in weeks.”

Not true, but whatever. “I’ve been seeing Ryann—we’re going to date exclusively—which ought to make Eli happy since he wants me to be more warm and fuzzy. Then I get home just now, and who’s on the porch? Your little buddy, Tiffany, who damn well had to know I was seen kissing Ryann outside the stadium after our last game.”

I have no idea if the words spewing from my mouth make any sense, but the twins nod.

“Yeah, we saw that but didn’t want to ask you about it.”

“Speaks for itself, yeah?”

They nod again, two identical bobbing heads.

“Anyway. Fucking Tiffany was outside when I got home. Did you know that?”

They shake their heads.

“Pretty sure she was trying to kiss me when she propositioned me. I mean, who fucking does that?”

“Ummm…” Drake draws the word out. “So many chicks have offered to suck my dick.”

Drew and I both gawk at him. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

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