Page 102 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Swallowing down another mouthful, I turned around and glared at him. “I’m giving you ammunition to torment me.”
Issac could take his handsome face, with his stupid piercing eyes, and go pick on someone else.
“News flash, Peaches,” he pushed off the wall and leaned in to growl in my ear, “I don’t need ammunition to torment you.”
“Hey.” I jabbed my finger in his chest. “I’m not afraid of you.”
I really wasn’t, but I was enjoying looking at him. He was all hard and muscly. That was wrong, wasn’t it?
“Is that so? You want to test that?” He growled while stepping in on me.
“Listen here, Mr. I smell too good.” Pressing my hand against his chest, I gave him a useless shove. “You can just back off.”
Issac’s brow lifted. “Did you just say I smell good?”
“Yes.”Wait…
Did I really say that? That didn’t seem right either. And why did my tongue feel heavy all of a sudden? I clicked it against the roof of my mouth a couple of times, trying to chase away the numb sensation, then looked down at my now-empty cup. “I think I need more juice.”
“I think you’ve had enough,” Issac grumbled back.
The door opened before I could respond, and Levi popped his head in. “I thought I saw you come in here. We need two more for a game.”
I clapped my hands. “I love games.”
Family game night with Mom was the day I looked forward to every month.
Issac rolled his eyes. “I don’t do games.”
Why was I not surprised?
“Well, we don’t need you to play a game,” I sang at him. “Do we, Levi?”
“No, we don’t, Sunshine. We can ask Kash instead.”
“Oh, I love Kash.” I leaned in and whispered, “He makes sex appointments.”
“Good to know.” Levi nodded. “Have you made any of these appointments with Kash?”
I shook my head. “But he is handsome.”
“You hear that, Issac?” Levi looked over at him. “Kash is handsome.”
He pointed at Levi and snarled, “Don’t fucking push me.”
I didn’t know what Issac was so upset about, but he grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the bathroom.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To play a fucking game.”
Issac
Alpha Lambda had around six parties a year, and for each and every one I did one, of two things. Locked my bedroom door and spent the night listening to music on my headphones, or I left. What I didn’t do was play fucking games. Yet, there I was, following Levi to the back parlor on the second floor.
I blamed Georgia for this shit. If I hadn’t seen her walking around with her ass on display in those jeans, then I would be happily upstairs in my room. I’d be gouging out a lot of eyestonight, starting with Levi. Motherfucker kept looking over his shoulder and staring at Georgia’s cleavage.
“Hey,” I snapped my fingers at Levi. “Eyes forward.”
