Page 180 of Something Rad
“Summers, holy shit, man. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
I let out a chuckle. “Awe, did Santa forget to put me under your tree again this year?”
“That old fat son of a bitch did it again,” Billy plays along, shaking his head.
“Okay,” Brad says, stepping up next to Billy, “this is just bullshit. How did the golden boy get even more golden over the holiday break? You’re all tan and shit. You look like a damn model, Summers.”
“Gee, thanks, honey,” I say, reaching out and pinching Brad’s cheek for just a second before he swats me away with his hand. “I was on the beach in Mexico for a week, so unfortunately, that’ll happen. Well…unfortunately for you suckers, I guess.” I shoot him a grin that he promptly rolls his eyes at.
“Maybe save some ladies for the rest of us, would you, killer?” he retorts.
“Speaking of ladies,” Michael pipes up, sliding in next to Billy. “What the hell went down at Denise’s party, Summers?”
“And in what cruel world did both of us miss it?” Billy adds, motioning between himself and Michael.
I blow out a breath, not really sure how to respond. “It’s a long story, man.”
“Not really that long,” Brad jumps in. “I was there, unlike you losers. It started with an innocent little game ofSpin the Bottle–”
“Brad, we really don’t need to talk about it–”
“Yes, we do,” Billy and Michael say at the same time, cutting me off.
“On Denise’s turn, she landed on Robbie,” Brad begins, motioning dramatically with his hands. “So, obviously, they had to kiss. She had this little pink dress on and she shimmied over to Robbie all seductively while Sara watched–”
“Okay, Jesus Christ, Brad, maybe a briefer recap–”
Billy and Michael are already waving their hands in my face to shush me.
Brad sighs, rolling his eyes. “Long story short: Robbie tongued Denise–”
“I did nottongueher–”
“Then Sara tongued Paul.”
“Paul?” Billy and Michael ask together in the exact same shocked tone.
I grind my teeth together, knowing I can’t even argue that she didn’t, in fact, tongue Paul.
“And then Robbie went allKarate Kidon Paul–”
“Holy shit,” Billy and Michael both say at the same time I say, “I didwhat?”
“He drug Sara away to…I don’t know,” Brad shrugs, “I guess hate-tongue her in the closet–”
“Hate-tongue?Seriously?” I raise my brows.
Honestly, now that I think about it, that sounds like something Cooper and I would do.
“And then Paul and Denise drug Robbie and Sara both out of the closet and they did…” Brad pauses, scrunching his brows, “whatever the next step above tonguing is, right in the middle of theSpin the Bottlecircle for the whole party to see!”
“Youdid?” Billy questions me, shocked.
“Summers,holy shit!” Michael grins, shoving at my shoulder.
I find myself starting to get frustrated. “That’s not exactly what happened–”
“Uh, it’s actuallyexactlywhat happened,” Brad insists.
