“What’s that supposed to mean?”
As he pulls off my panties, he says, “I always think I’m going to be able to go slow. I can’t go slow with you.” He covers my mouth with his and quickly proves his point.
A short while later, we’re dressed and heading to class.
“We’ll go to Taco Tuesday tonight, but we’re leaving early. Gonna do some more celebrating.”
“Where are we going?”
“Back to our lake.”
As in the lake where we parked and did it standing up against his car.
Dawson is like a sexual buffet. I never know what to expect, what’s going to be next in line. But I definitely want to keep going back for more.
Looking like a slut.
Lunch
Dawson and I are in line getting lunch. Whitney and Peyton are ahead of us and Peyton is getting chewed out.
“What is your problem lately? You go on one trip with Dawson’s little plaything and come back looking like a slut. Did she help you pick out those furry heels?” Whitney asks, scowling at Peyton.
I give Dawson a look. Like, what a bitch.
Dawson winks at me, walks past me, and smacks Peyton on the butt. “Looking pretty sexy there, Arrington.”
Peyton jumps slightly from the smack, but her face breaks out in a wide grin. A smirk, really, directed at Whitney.
Whitney doesn’t bite though. “My point, exactly.”
“Whitney, I don’t tell you how to dress. Why would you think you could tell me?”
“Because the five of us have dressed alike for every spirit day for the past three years, maybe?”
Peyton shrugs. “Well, if you were on the dance team, you’d understand. Sometimes you get tired of dressing like everyone else.”
Oh. Damn. She just slammed Whitney for not making the dance team.
Peyton’s bitch is totally coming out.
But I’m worried about her because I know what happens when you go up against a Queen.
You become just as big of a bitch as she is.
I want to tell Peyton it’s not worth the fight. Just do your own thing.
Then Damian’s song starts playing in my head. Just do your own thing, do it up big, rocket to the moon, now everybody sing.
I think maybe I need to get Peyton to listen to that song.
I get my food then go to our table.
“That was sweet of you,” I whisper to Dawson as I set my tray down.
“So you have to help me win Mr. Eastbrooke,” he replies.
“What’s that?”
“It's a contest we have every year. The competition is held during the pep rally on Friday. Each boys’ sport chooses a junior or senior to represent their team. I got picked to represent the football team. It’s a big deal.”
“What do you have to do?”
“Dress up like a girl.”
I laugh. “Seriously? And you want to do that?”
“Of course. It's awesome. So you have to make me look pretty. I’ll need makeup, a wig, heels, and an outfit. We all walk out in heels and wave at the crowd. Then we have to do either a dance or a cheer.”
Bryce adds, “Everyone votes by clapping for their favorite.”
“Hmmm. I just can't picture you as a girl.”
He runs his finger down my arm. “Just think. You can grind all up against me and pretend I’m a girl. Only when you take me home, I’ll have a little surprise for you under my skirt.”
“I can handle the clothes. Do you want me to help you with a dance too?”
“No. Honestly, even though it’s always an option, no one ever dances. A cheer is a lot easier to learn. Riley said Ariela could teach me one.”
I finish up my lunch quickly, then tell Dawson I have some stuff I need to do. What I need to do is work my way around the freshman tables and start suggesting they vote for Peyton.
He’s sweet?
5:30pm
I’m just finishing up tutoring Aiden in the library when Dawson texts me.
Dawson: I’m STARVING and ready to start celebrating ;)
Me: I’m about done. Be there soon. Heart you.
“So I have to get going. A bunch of us are going out for Taco Tuesday.”
“I’m going to Taco Tuesday,” Aiden says. “Riley invited me, but he said it was a guy thing.”
“I’m the only girl that goes, usually. Well, so far, anyway. Dawson and I won’t stay all that long though. He wants to go celebrate.”
Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. Now he’s going to ask what we are celebrating. How we’re going to celebrate.
“I heard him say something about a special day this morning. What are you celebrating?”
“Um, just our anniversary.”
“Yeah, but anniversary of what? You haven’t even been going out a week.”
“It’s been a month since I stayed with him in the Hamptons. That was when we got together. Like, I was done with the Keats guy, and then I sorta started seeing Dawson.”
“And this anniversary of when you sort of started seeing each other, was this your idea or Dawson’s?”
“He remembered it, if that’s what you mean.”
“That doesn’t sound like something a guy would remember.”
“He’s sweet?”
“Lots of people said you had sex with him that weekend.”
“People speculate lots of things, doesn’t mean they’re true.”
“That would be the kind of anniversary a guy would remember.”
“Or, he’s just adorably sweet?”
“I can’t believe you had sex so soon.”
“I never said I did.”
“I know you did though. It makes so much more sense now.”
“What makes sense?”
He just shakes his head at me.
“Okay, whatever. I have to go. I guess I’ll see you at dinner.”
We’re definitely not.
6:30pm
I stop at my dorm and quickly freshen up. I don’t want to wear my pajama shorts to dinner, so I grab a skirt, throw it on, and then run down to meet Dawson at his car.
“There you are,” he says, eyeing my skirt then pulling me in for a kiss. “Damn, Keatie, you looked sexy today, but tonight you just look hot. Does this zipper work?” he asks, referring to the one that runs down the front of my black Valentino biker mini.
At Taco Tuesday, the boys are all talking about the Homecoming game. How they have to win. About how it sucks having their parents here. About how they have to help Aiden move the keg to the basement tonight because the dorm advisors are doing room checks tomorrow to make sure they look presentable for Homecoming.
Then they start talking about sex. One of the guys brags about doing it with one of the cheerleaders, and I’m slightly horrified at the intimate details he shares.
I’m so glad Dawson isn’t like that.
I’m also listening closely to what Aiden talks about. To see if he’s the type to kiss and tell.
Dallas tells everyone about the big ring gummy lifesavers Dawson brought to the party.
“That’s a dance team girl trick,” Logan says, grinning straight at me.
“Yeah, I remember hearing that,” I say in a noncommittal way. Mostly I say it that way because Aiden is staring at me.
Nick pats Aiden on the back and says, “And last year the cheerleaders were on a fruit rollup kick, remember that, Aiden?”
Aiden gives him a little smile back and repeats my words. “Yeah, I remember hearing that.”
“Hearing that? More like lived that,” Nick says with a mischievous grin.
So cheerleaders are Aiden’s thing.
Jake says, “What about mints? Altoids. Red hots.”
“All this blow job talk is making me incredibly horny,” Dawson whispers, snuggling up to me.
“You’re always incredibly horny,” I tease.
He runs his hand down my thigh. Then up my thigh and inching closer to going under my leather skirt.
I grab his hand. Hold it firmly in a respectable spot. He looks at me, grins, and laughs.
“What’s so funny?” Riley asks him.
“Nothing, we just need to go study, so we’re gonna head out . . . ”
Riley interrupts. “You don’t need to make up a lame ass excuse. I think we all know.”
“Oh, well, okay.”