Page 19 of Fight Or Flight

“Switching schools senior year has got to suck,” he adds.

“I gather not much more than losing your mom.”

“True,” he replies. Then he shakes his head. “Man, I don’t even know her, and I want to hug the shit out of her.”

“Yeah, well, wait until you see her. If you weren’t so hung up on Tabitha, you’d want to do a whole lot more than hug her.”

He quirks an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah, it’s like that?”

I shake my head firmly.

“Nah.”

“Bullshit,” he taunts, laughing at me.

I roll my eyes in response to him just as my phone rings. Digging it out of the back pocket of my jeans, I flip it around to look at the screen and groan when I see who is calling. I quickly silence it and shove it back inside my pocket, but not before Danny gets a look at the screen.

“You should probably answer that,” he says.

I like to get on my brother’s case, but I’m really no better. Always thinking with my dick and not that lump three feet above my ass. A couple of weeks ago, I made the mistake of sleeping with the clingiest girl in Tottenville High School. I should’ve been a little more selective in deciding who I stuck my dick in because I’m pretty sure Jade DeMarco is planning our wedding right now.

Boy, did I peg her wrong. I thought she was a cool girl down for some fun; I had no idea she expected me to make her my girlfriend after we hooked up.

I look at Danny.

“She won’t stop calling me.”

He shrugs.

“So?”

“So, I’m not looking for a girlfriend.”

“Then don’t make her your girlfriend,” he says simply. “She’s smoking, Eric, and she’s into you. Maybe hitting that again isn’t the worst thing for you.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Possibly,” he replies with a grin, and in that instant, he is the spitting image of his old man—right down to the gleam in his dark eyes. I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree after all.

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