Page 37 of What Is Love
“You’re a terrible tour guide,” I said. “Why do I have to ask questions when it’s your job to explain things?”
My complaint washed away his frown and he looked like he was fighting a losing battle not to smile. “Okay, you’re entitled, but I wouldn’t say you’re a prick.”
I set his drawing back on his desk. “You have talent.”
“See, definitely not a prick.”
“You need to work on your confidence as an artist, though.”
He pouted. “I take back what I said.”
Someone snorted. Wyatt and I looked toward the door. Roe was standing there watching us. “Glad to see her busting your balls instead of you hitting on her. Makes me feel slightly better for leaving.”
“Where are you going?” Wyatt asked.
“Dad left his damn wallet here again,” Roe said. “I gotta take it to the bar for him.”
It’d be a little odd being in his house without him. “Maybe I should go?”
Both Roe and Wyatt quickly said, “No.”
“I’ll be right back,” Roe assured me.
Wyatt put a hand on his chest. “I know I’m more beautiful than Roe and that can be intimidating, but I promise I’m just a normal guy.”
I looked to Roe. “I don’t know how to respond to that.”
Roe shrugged. “I wouldn’t know how to respond to something blatantly false, either.”
Wyatt glanced from Roe to me and back to Roe again with an offended expression. “Don’t you need to leave?”
Roe smiled. “I’ll be right back,” he told me again before leaving. Even inside the house, we heard him turn on his motorcycle and drive off.
“So, Lottie the hottie,” Wyatt said as he swiveled his desk chair from side to side. “What’s your favorite color?”
That is random.I took a seat on his bed. “Black.”
He scooted his chair over until he was sitting right in front of me. “This is where you ask me a question.”
“Are we playing a game?”
He folded his arms on the back of his chair and rested his chin on top of them. “No. We’re getting to know each other. I’ve noticed you can be very forthcoming at times, but the rest of the time you’re closed off.”
“I’m a private person,” I said, and I wasn’t sure if that was a lie. Was I private because I had to be or because that was who I really was?
He shrugged. “If I ask something you’re not comfortable answering, then don’t answer. You won’t hurt my feelings.”
I supposed I could partake. “Is your tongue pierced?”
He grinned before sticking his tongue out, revealing a silver barbell piercing. “When did you notice?”
“At the café,” I answered.
“You’re very observant. Unlike your school, mine is very strict about tattoos and piercings. So I do my best to hide it,” Wyatt said.
“Kendry doesn’t allow piercings or tattoos on the face.” It was why Roe took out his lip piercing while at school. “Five years ago, tattoos and all except ear piercings were strictly prohibited. They changed the rules after a rock star’s son was enrolled for his senior year. He was heavily tattooed from the neck down. After a large donation from his daddy, the rules were rewritten.”
Wyatt looked fascinated. “Who was the rock star?”
