Page 23 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Oh, but you do.”
“No, I don’t.”
He gave me a nod. “Yes, you do.”
“I really, really don’t.”
“Your mouth is saying no, but your body is saying something else.”
The only thing my body was saying was ‘run away.’
“Alright,” Kash stood up and said, “I’ll hit you up Monday and see how you feel. Don’t make me wait too long, Georgia. I like the chase, but I can get a little rough.”
Then he walked away, leaving me to sit there and wonder what just happened.
There was a lot I didn’t understand about social interactions, but I was fairly sure that was not how typical flirting went. I was weird, and maybe my oddness rubbed some people the wrong way, but that… I didn’t know what to call that.
I don’t think a social butterfly would know what to call that. It was some kind of strange karmic retribution thathewas the first person I talked to on campus.
Either way, it was not something I wanted to repeat ever again. I put the encounter out of my mind and finished my breakfast. Talking to someone was no longer something I wanted to do. Not if they were like that.
“I told you this shit wasn’t over.”
Fearing that Kash had come back, I sighed, lifted my chin, and froze when I saw a pair of familiar turquoise eyes.
Georgia
Idid everything I could to avoid drama in my life, but I was addicted to the drama in telenovelas. Curling up on the couch with mom to watch some-over-the-top, never-happen-in-real-life storylines was one of my guilty pleasures—those and drama shorts.
I would scroll for hours, eager to see how the billionaire would react when he found out the love of his life wasn’t dead, seconds before he married her evil sister, who was keeping her prisoner in the cellar.
I could always tell when moments like those were coming because adun, dun, dunplayed in the background as if the people watching wouldn’t understand the monumental moment without the ominous music.
But everything was so over-exaggerated in those shows that it made me roll my eyes, yet want to know more at the same time. Perhaps that was what made them so entertaining. Things like that never happened in real life.
At least that’s what I thought, until I found myself staring back at four guys who had anger and murder in their eyes. I suppose this was what Mom meant when she said life had its own plot twists. The dun, dun, dun even rang through my head, mingling with the growl in Sandy Hair’s tone.
“Hello, Georgia. Did you miss me?”
And how did I respond to his obvious threat? I smiled and said, “Hello,” back.
Because that’s what people did when someone greeted them. However, I did wonder how he knew my name. I don’t remember introducing myself, and I was fairly sure they were the same guys from last night. Then again…
I tipped my head and eyed the three standing behind Sandy Hair, two of whom stood out.
Identical twins weren’t something one commonly saw, and they were identical in every way. The same hate-filled glint in their hazel eyes, and a sinister curl at the corner of their mouths. They even had the same short on the sides and longer on the top cut in their auburn hair, which gave them a messy yet not styled look.
If it weren’t for the tattoos on one and the different clothes they were wearing, I would’ve thought it was one guy standing next to a mirror.
Surely I would remember meeting them, right? Maybe they weren’t there last night? Mind you, it was hard to recall faceswhen a penis became seared into my brain. I couldn’t even be sure which one of the back three I’d seen exposed.
Not that I wanted to know—that thing between his legs was scary. How could something that big fit into something so small? Painfully, that’s how, which was another reason for me to avoid sex. But I did find my eyes drifting downward.
“Hello. That’s all you have to say for yourself?”
Was I supposed to say something else? Not that I could if I wanted to. I was too stunned to speak.
My eyes had wandered into forbidden territory. One would think denim—being a heavy fabric—would hide certain things. It, in fact, did not. Bulges were visible. Some more so than others. The guy with the man bun and bright blue eyes was either erect, or he had a weapon of mass destruction in his pants.
