Page 4 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Pfft, perfectionist my ass. One look at Levi’s handwriting proved that to be a giant fucking lie. I could read a doctor’s prescription better than anything he wrote.
“The video’s fine,” I grumbled and rolled my eyes back to my phone.
“When’s the last time you got some pussy?” Levi asked. “You seem extra grumpy today.”
I was grumpy. Anyone trapped in the closet with these two would be grumpy.
“It was that chick… um…” Slater pressed his finger to his chin and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “Jocelyn, right?”
Why did he know that?
“Wait…” Levi held up his hands. “That was like four months ago. How is that possible? There’s a line of pussy in this school begging to fuck you.”
“I wouldn’t say begging,” Slater argued.
“Have you seen how girls look at him?”
That was only because of my last name. They wanted my money. Kratz Enterprises was well known. My father owned three of the five major car manufacturers, had Wall Street in his back pocket, and had his hand in numerous other companies.
Don’t get me wrong, I looked good. I worked out and took care of myself, but that didn’t stop bitches from seeing dollar signs when they looked at me.
“We should set him up.”
Levi nodded, “Agreed.”
I sighed, “Not interested.”
“Why not?” Levi asked.
“I have standards.” Unlike those two, two feet and a heartbeat were the only requirements for them, and when it came to Levi, I seriously questioned the heartbeat part of that.
“He is kind of picky,” Slater said.
“That’s true,” Levi agreed. “But he does like blondes.”
“Only if they’re natural,” Slater pointed out.
Why the fuck were they talking about this? “I’m right here.”
“Charlotte?” Levi asked as if he didn’t hear me.
“No,” Slater shook his head. “She has a tattoo.”
“Roxy?”
“Wears too much makeup.”
“Tammy?”
“Dresses like a whore.”
“Donna?”
“Maybe… no wait, she’s pierced.”
Levi’s brow arched. “Really?”
“Yup.” Slater nodded.
