Page 103 of Best In Class
I was fifteen and going to a party when he told me he wasn’t well. He’s right, I did leave my friends to stay with him. Stella had accused me of putting dicks before chicks, but I’d pleaded that Dom was ill.
“That time you were going fishing with Lev?” I remind him.
He waits.
“I lied that I was having trouble with calculus. I just didn’t want you to go.” I stick my tongue out at him.
He takes my hand and kisses it. “That’s not a secret, Moonbeam. I knew it then. Lev did, too.”
“Out with it,” I cry out.
“Fine.” He raises both hands, palms out in a placating gesture. “I never dated Camy…but I did bring her as a date whenever I knew you’d be somewhere.”
“Bravo,” I mutter. “Weaponized blonde privilege. Classy.”
“You wouldn’t even talk to me,” he protests. “I…thought if I could make you jealous, I could win you back.”
“You’re insane,” I declare.
He’s about to respond but I cut him off, “You thought that parading around a blonde bimbo with fake tits?—”
“I told you the tits are real,” now he interrupts me.
I throw my napkin at him. He catches it.
“I thought you were with her…that’s why I ignored you.”
“Lev said the same thing.” He stretches out, arms behind his head. “But Inevertouched her. I don’t think I even like her.”
“You’re such a douche. That poor girl thought you were interested in her, Dom.”
He gives me an ‘are you kidding me’look. “She just wanted to ride ablack stallion. Her words.”
“Ugh.”
“I know.”
“Go on,” I insist.
He regards me with quiet consideration. “You sure you want to knoweverything?”
I give him a look that asks ‘are you out of your fucking mind’ without saying a word.
He drains his glass of orange juice. “Maybe I should add some vodka to it. Make a screwdriver.”
“I’ll screw the driver into you, Dominic Elijah Calder!”
He winces. “So bossy!”
I pick up a strawberry and shove it into my mouth so I won’t scream.
He finally says, “Don’t hurt me for this one.”
I growl in frustration.
“Tommy wasn’t going to give Savannah Lace the contract because you’re a bunch ofbroads playing architect. His words. I told him he had to. You won the pitch fair and square. He said,” he looks at me to make sure I don’t have a weapon in my hand, and seeing I’m only holding a strawberry, he continues, “he’d let you have the project if I’dsuperviseyou.”
I throw the strawberry at him. He catches it and pops it into his mouth.
