“Epic,” Grant said.
I glanced between them and wondered why I was left standing here awkwardly. So, I thrust out my hand and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Aribel.”
Both guys looked at me in surprise and then back at Grant.
After a second, one of them took my hand slowly, like he had never been introduced to anyone before. “Miller.”
“Nice to meet you.”
He quirked a smile at me. “You, too. This is McAvoy.”
McAvoy’s eyes were bloodshot, and he looked really out of it, but he still managed to nod at me.
“Hi,” I peeped. “Who is Hurst?”
Both guys’ eyes bugged, and they turned to Grant. What the hell is wrong with them?
“He owns the bar,” Grant informed me without glancing at his friends.
“Oh, well, that’s great for you guys, right?”
“It is,” Miller said. “Bigger the shows, the better the business is for him.”
“Bro!” Vin called, barging in between them.
I was thrown back into Grant and grunted as I slipped on my high heel. He put his arm around me to help me regain my balance.
“Bro, where is Sydney? I thought she was going to come to the show.”
I raised my eyes to Grant, who still had his arm around me. Who is Sydney?
“She couldn’t make it,” Grant said.
“Dude, you spend all week with her and can’t even bring her back to share with me?” Vin asked.
He was clearly cracking himself up, but Grant looked like he was about to pummel him.
I moved away and crossed my arms. So, that is why he had been gone. He had been away, visiting someone else. If I had to wager from Vin’s comments, she was probably someone who was a lot easier than I was.
“What the fuck have I told you about talking about her like that?” Grant growled.
“I’m an ass man. You can’t fault me.”
“Um…who is Sydney?” I managed to get out.
Grant took his eyes off Vin for a second to look at me, and his anger dissipated. “Oh, no. She’s not…” he said, fumbling for the right words.
“She’s not what?” I asked. Why am I getting defensive? It wasn’t like we were dating.
“Ari, Sydney is my cousin.”
“Oh.”
Well…shit. I really am an idiot. I had gotten worked up, thinking he had hooked up with some girl all week when he just went to visit his cousin. I wasn’t sure why I had even been getting worked up over him. It wasn’t like we were together or anything—or that I was even interested in that. He’d intrigued me, that was all. God, maybe I am judgmental.
“I, um…okay,” I said. My face heated, and I turned to walk back to my friends. I should probably get back to my quiet, invisible life. Calculus is way easier than this.
“Ari,” Grant said, following me into the crowd. “Aribel, will you stop?”
“What, Grant?”
His eyes were fixed on me, but all I could see was everyone else staring at us. It was like the quad all over again, except all of our friends were here this time.
“I’m starting to think you’re going to back out of our arrangement.”
“What arrangement is that?”
“You said you’d see me again. I want some collateral on that,” he said, stepping closer to me.
I just narrowed my blue eyes. “What kind of collateral?”
“I was thinking your phone number.”
The people around us had gradually grown silent. Everyone was giving me the same expression that Miller and McAvoy had given Grant when I introduced myself. Maybe Grant actually didn’t go on dates with anyone…
“You want my phone number?” I whispered now that the room had quieted.
“Then, I can make sure I can find you.” He was so close to me now that his lips were nearly grazing mine.
“Just kiss her already!” Vin called out.
Grant smirked, and my heart stopped. His hand found the back of my head, and then we were kissing. Full-on making out in front of all these people, and I didn’t even care. I just wanted to let this desire course through my body and live in the moment. Live the moment that I’d never allowed myself before.
Chapter 15: Grant
Two days later, Vin and I were playing Madden on my Xbox.
“You going to call that chick?” McAvoy asked, plopping down on the couch in the middle of my living room next to Miller.
“Of course he isn’t going to,” Vin said. He was bobbing and weaving with his players as he spoke.
“I don’t know, man,” I said.
My player sacked Vin’s quarterback in the last play of the game. I’d won again. Vin flipped me off.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Vin asked. “She’s just some chick that you had a quickie with in the back room of the League.”
“She looked like a little bit more than a quickie,” Miller observed.
“Bro, Grant doesn’t do more than that.”
“Vin, you blind?” McAvoy asked. “He pulled her onstage, and she introduced herself. How many groupies you know that do that?”
“There was that one girl,” Vin said dismissively.
“Who?” Miller probed.
“Fuck, if Grant doesn’t remember their names, why would I?”
“Guys, chill,” I said, relaxing back into the recliner. “It’s no big deal.”
“Is that code for the three-day rule?” McAvoy asked.
I shook my head. “What the fuck is the three-day rule?”
I needed to get out of this real quick. These fuckers knew me too well not to realize that I was in over my head about Ari. I had a fucking reputation to uphold.
“When you get a chick’s phone number, you wait three days to call her. Just long enough to make her think you’re not interested, but not long enough to actually look disinterested,” Miller filled in. “It’s more of a guideline.”
“Anyone actually follow that standard?” I asked.
“Looks like you are,” McAvoy teased me.
I set the controller on the coffee table, stood, and stretched out. Now would be as good a time as any to make up some shit, so they’d leave me alone. “Nah, I’ve got plans tonight with a hot Puerto Rican chick. I’m going to be getting laid while you assholes sit around and play video games.”
“See?” Vin said. “My man, Grant, isn’t some pussy worried about when to call some bitch. He tapped that last night. Wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am.”
A muscle twitched in my jaw, and for a second, I thought I might throw Vin through the window. Who the fuck does he think he’s talking about? Aribel wasn’t some slut who fucked every dude in her path. If I hadn’t done more than kiss her yet, then I was sure she wasn’t letting just anyone dip into the honey pot.
“Vin,” Miller said in the voice he would use when Vin wasn’t paying attention during rehearsal.
I relaxed my jaw, but it was too late. Miller had seen what I was thinking as clearly as if I had laid it out in front of him. The motherfucker knew me too well.
“What?” Vin asked, oblivious.
I walked through the living room and grabbed my brown leather jacket. I didn’t know where the hell I was heading to now that I’d committed myself to going out, but it would be better than sitting around and getting shit about Ari.
I uncovered my motorcycle in the garage and steered it across town. Soon, I was out on the interstate—hitting eighty, a hundred, a hundred and twenty in the blink of an eye. My pulse rose with the speed of the bike between my legs, and a sense of control settled over me. This was what I’d needed—speed, adrenaline, power—to make me forget everything I was constantly running from.