Page 72 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part One

“I told him I wanted to meet up today.” Foxy wiggles her eyebrows and saunters around the room like she’s a sexy duck or something. “God, I hope you don’t try to hook up with Jensen and Kai like that.”

She stops dead.

“Anyway, I’m going to break-up with him, I guess? I mean, we aren’t dating, just talking, but I need to tell him now it isn’t going to work out.”

Relaxing, she turns to me, pouting. “But he’s so sweet,” she mocks. “Is it Jonas? You’re not going back with Jonas, are you?” She gives me a mischievous smile because she knows why I’m ending things with Brett. Riggs has been her pick since day one.

“Ewe, hell no. Are you crazy?” I scoff, a little offended that she would consider that option.

“Are you breaking up with Brett because of the way Jonas is acting?” She decides she’s snooped around the locker room enough and plants her ass next to me as she asks her dumb question. I tug on one of my Converse, not bothering to loosen the ties enough to put it on without ruining the inner heel.

“No. I’m not scared of Jonas and his little bullshit ways.” Foxy’s energy falls quiet, and she crosses her arms over her chest, closing her off to me. Odd. “Is there something about Jonas I should know?”

She shakes her head in a casual manner, but her eyes are looking at the floor. I tense up and the only person I want to talk to about this is Riggs.

“Is it Riggs?” She asks, nudging my shoulder and smiling as if she didn’t just clam up on me. What in the world? First Jensen warns me that Jonas is shady, which we knew, and now Foxy is tight-lipped about it? I guess I’ll save the conversation for later since she isn’t going to talk about it, and I’m not interested in creating drama. I can handle Jonas.

“Yeah, it is.” This lights her up. She sits up straighter and swivels her head to look at me.

“Are you serious? Oh my god, I’ve been waiting for you to admit it. He is so hot and so sweet.” Sometimes she is such an ass for pushing me until I say it when she was aware all along.

“I know,” I admit, trying not to smile and get giddy. I can’t hide it, though. That’s how I feel when I remember him and that damn kiss. The kiss I shared with Brett, in almost the same manner, was hot, but Riggs just does it for me. There is no comparing the two.

“Charles… you like him, like him.”

“Shut up, Foxy.” I shrink back against the wall and she leans in closer, an annoying grin plastered to her red lips.

“Oh c’mon, you could do way worse than Riggs Sutton.”

“Yeah, but I’m not ready for a relationship right now. I mean, it hasn’t been that long since the whole Jonas debacle.”

“Don’t try to act like you’re heartbroken over him, bitch. Stop making excuses and get your man.”

“My parents will never go for it. He lives on the North side and our history isn’t exactly great. I mean, he was a total jerk to me for weeks.”

With that, she folds because they are two valid points. I hadn’t even thought about what my parents would say if I brought Riggs home.

Could I even bring him home to them? Would he come to my house and would they make it miserable and awkward when they realized he wasn’t born to a family with money?Ugh.

“People change, Charley, just look at you this year compared to last year. He may have been a dick, but it’s not like he physically hurt you or was that terrible. And since when do you give a shit about what your parents think?”

Both good points. I never have cared what my parents think. They were giddy over Jonas and me getting together and seem to think cheating is okay. They’re never going to go for Riggs, which speaks to the rebellious side of me, but I don’t want to subject him to the madness or upset him. I doubt he cares what they think, but if it’s going to be uncomfortable for him, then I need to back off. Maybe it’s something I should talk to him about.

“You mean, like you don’t care what your father thinks? You’ve avoided getting with Jensen for as long as I can remember. And now?”

“That’s not the same.” She says… sadly.

“Foxy, what is it? I know you’re dating my brother and Jensen, and I’m okay with that.” Well, that cats out of the bag. I probably shouldn’t have brought it up and waited until she was comfortable, but I couldn’t help it. Secrets between us suck. She straightens again and turns to me. There are tears in her eyes. “Fox…?”

“You’re okay with it?” Her chin wobbles, and so does mine. I don’t do well when my bestie cries.

“My best friend getting dicked by two guys who are head over heels for her? Hell yeah, I’m okay with it.” She sags forward and wraps her thin arms around me. A silent tear streams down her cheek. What the hell? “Okay, you better talk to me.”

I plant my hands on each of her shoulders and peel her off of me.

“Nothing, I just was so worried you wouldn’t be okay with me and your brother, let alone me, your brother, and Jensen. That’s all.” That’s not all, I can tell, but I don’t push. I want to, believe me, I do, but I’m not going to. Something going on that she’s not comfortable talking about. Instead, I turn the conversation in a different direction.

“Foxy, you should know me better than that. Kai is a big boy. He can date whoever he wants, and he is a good guy. He’s going to take care of you.” Her sad smile grows as I talk. Damn, she’s smitten with Kai. Normally, a best friend dating a sibling would ruin friendships, but I couldn’t care less. I want the people in my life to be happy and if that is together along with their other best friend, then I’m good with that. I reiterate to her and by the time we finish talking, she’s beaming once again.

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