Page 4 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

“You stop it!” She yanks her hand back. “There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s—”

“Superhot—yeah, I heard you the first time. He’s alsosuperannoying.”

“How so?”

“For starters, he—”

“Ah, Sam.” My mortal enemy approaches the line. “Nice to see you,bro.”

“That!” I practically rise up out of my chair, pointing an accusing finger at him. He peeks over at the commotion, thick brows squished together at my disruption. “That right there! He says stuff like that because—”

“Hey, Dean.” Sam high-fives his old teacher. “How’s your weekend going?”

“Because of that. They’re Sam and Dean. LiketheWinchesters.” I roll my eyes. “Spare me,” I finish as I settle back down on my ass, watching the two of them chat it up like old friends.

Which I guess they are. Kind of.

Last year when Maya and her ex were going through their divorce, Dean was there for Sam in ways only a father figure can be. With him being Sam’s teacher and seeing him at school, the two grew close, and though it’s incredibly silly, it makes me a little jealous.

And horny.

Which in turn makes mereallydamn angry.

I hate him. He’s an ass. A total jerk. Andsonot my type. I don’t like him. The attraction is the lack of a man warming my bed talking and nothing more.

Besides, what I’m looking for isnotDean. He might have a stable job and appear steady on his feet, but that doesn’t make up for how much he annoys me.

“You know, I’m starting to think maybe you only say you hate him because you’re secretly crushing on him.”

I bark out a sardonic laugh. “Please. That issonot it.”

“You’re saying you don’t find him attractive at all?”

“No.”

“No you don’t find him attractive, or no that’s not what you’re saying?”

I shift in my chair. “Of course I find him attractive.”

“Huh. Interesting.”

I tilt my head, pinching my brows together. “What is?”

“Dean turns you on.”

“W-What?!” I sputter, sitting up straight. “He does not! Why would you say that? I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. A best friend knows these things.”

“What the…”

“Oh, honey.” We look down the table toward Lucy, whose nose wasn’t as stuck in her book as I thought. “It’s obvious to me too.”

“Lucy! What the hell?!”

She lifts a shoulder, a smirk teasing her red-painted lips. “I’m just tellin’ the truth, dear. Besides, it ain’t a bad thing. You’re not alone in your feelings—Dean makes me horny too.”

My eyes widen and my cheeks heat.

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