Page 25 of Vicious Little Snakes
“Watch your mouth,” Grey growls. “Nobody needs to hear about your wiener. Have some fucking manners.”
“Stop calling it that,” Ethan complains, looking between us.
It’s too easy. My lips tip up, enjoying fucking with Ethan. As our coxswain, he’s boss, but off of the river, we even the score—all the time.
“But E,” I interject, “wiener’s the name for small penises. I don’t make the rules. Look at it this way, maybe one day you’ll grow into it, and then you’ll be proportioned.”
Van giggles, reaching out to slap my arm, but Ethan looks to Grey for back up, holding up a protesting hand.
“Seriously. No help here, Grey?”
Grey crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t look at me. It’s your father’s fault your dick is small. But I can help with music deficiency.1989’s on my playlist. I’ll have Coach add it to our workout track tomorrow—that way, you can learn to appreciate Taylor.”
“You guys are assholes. You know that?”
Grey and I grin at each other before I go back to delete all the music on my fucking phone.
“Speaking of coach,” Ethan segues, “why were you over in the East Hall this morning, Brooks? Isn’t your third period class on the other side of campus?”
So he is the one that ratted about me ditching. Asshole. I don’t answer.
“Uh, okay, good talk,” he throws out, turning his attention away from me.
This is so dumb, I think to myself. I can’t erase all of it, and let’s be real, a stupid old-ass song isn’t what coerces me into jerking off to Caroline Whitmore. If I delete anything, it needs to be my memory.
“So what time are we all hitting up Caroline’s party?” Ethan questions Donovan.
Come the fuck on.
He nudges my shoulder as he continues, “Did you see she’s trending on Twitter? This party is going to be epic.”
I exhale harshly, looking up, brows knitted together. Irritated that I can’t just erase this fucking conversation.
“We had to relocate. There’s a leak in the ceiling of Trig.”
“Huh?”
“Why I was in the East Hall this morning. You asked, and I’m answering.”
Ethan nods, thrown off by my change of subject. I can feel Van staring at me. That girl can read my mood from a mile away. Luckily for me, I’m positive she’s worried about my conversation with my father and thinks I feel the same. I’ll never correct her. I don’t need the Donovan-sized headache that would come with an admission of my thoughts or the ten thousand plus questions Grey would have.
Because my friendships are complicated, and I’m a coward.
“Dude, you know what’s above your trig class?” When no one answers, Ethan starts to laugh. “The men’s bathroom. How funny would it be if Mr. Issacs were teaching and the ceiling broke open and doused him in shit?”
“He’d deserve it. Class is boring as fuck,” I mumble over the joint laughter from Grey and Van.
With a grin on my face, I look out of the side of my eye, sneaking another peek, getting a full view of Caroline’s perfect ass. There’s definitely no looking away now.Damn you, hormones.
“Liam? Hello? Earth to Liam.”
I jerk my eyes away but not fast enough because Ethan says, “Oh shit.” Then starts laughing.
His gaze followed the line of mine.
“Were you just checking out Caroline?” His laughter builds. “I’d watch out. She might freeze your dick off. I mean, no offense, Grey, but your stepsister is an ice queen.”
Ethan bristles as I tense my jaw.
