Page 72 of Not Fooling Anyone

He looks confused for a second before his face clears. “Right. The match. I have to get better about what I eat for that.”

“So why do you have water in that?”

“Oh, it just makes it easier. No one will ask me if I want a drink.”

As if on cue, some frat guy passes by us, trying to hand me a cup of beer. I shake my head at him. As if I’d take something from a stranger.

“You know,” Ethan says, “I’ve hardly seen you without your hoodie. You decided to change it up tonight?”

My hands automatically tug at the hem of my skirt, pulling it down a little. “Yeah. Trying something different.”

“You look good.”

My face flushes hot, embarrassed by his attention for some reason. “I normally don’t like guys looking at me,” I blurt out. “That’s why I wear the hoodie.” The thing’s practically become a security blanket for me now with how often I have it on.

“Is it okay if I look?”

Is that why I wore this tonight? So he’d see me in it? “You already are.”

“Yeah, but do you want me to?”

This feels like a trick question. Or at least one with a hidden meaning.

A tall guy bumps into Ethan, holding the hand of a familiar looking girl, but it’s not till they’re past us that I realize who it is.

“Is that Heather?”

He turns to see who I’m talking about. “The girl from the study group?”

I nod, hoping he doesn’t repeat his original question. I’m not sure how to answer it.

“And did you want to go say hi?” he asks drily, clearly knowing I don’t.

“No, she’s a little… occupied.”

The guy she’s with stops in front of one of the bedroom doors, knocking before going in, leading her by the hand behind him.

“Looks like Heather’s getting lucky,” Ethan comments.

I scoff. “In a room with a guy at a party? Yeah, right.”

He gives me a quizzical look.

“There’s no way she’s getting what she wants in there. It’ll be a quick fuck over the edge of the bed or he’ll want a blow job.”

His brows raise. “A wham, bam, thank you ma’am?”

I smirk at him. “Exactly.”

“You can’t say for sure. Maybe they’re different.”

My lips purse. “I’m taking a highly educated guess. I guarantee they’ll be in and out of there in less than five minutes.”

“You want to bet?”

I hold out a hand. “Fine.”

He shakes it, grinning.

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