Beware of Bad Boy(38)

Desiree put her arms around his neck in a possessive way. “Probably because he didn’t like Hannah. But he likes me.” The face Caleb made said otherwise, but with her head on his shoulder she missed it. Caleb’s silence told me he didn’t plan on enlightening her and ruining his chance to get laid.

Frustrated, I scooted out of the booth. “I’m going to the restroom.”

Desiree popped up immediately. “I’ll go with you.”

Washing my hands at the sink, I glanced at Desiree in the mirror as she came out of the stall. “So, Gianna, have you fucked Caleb yet?”

“What?” I asked, surprised by the crude question.

Desiree shot me a dirty look in the mirror as she smoothed down her hair. “I know you want him, you’re practically gagging for it. But he doesn’t want you back does he? That’s why you were out there trying to make him look bad in front of me. What’s the matter? The perfect Gianna Thorpe finally met a guy who doesn’t worship her?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I denied while contemplating pulling her hair.

“I think I do. And you know what? After we ditch you two, Caleb told me we’re going to be spending some alone time together, if you know what I mean. And if you don’t, I’ll spell it out for you. We’re going to be fucking each other’s brains out.” Her smirk made me what to sock her. She spun on slutty stilettos toward the door, saying over her shoulder, “Have a good night with Seth.” If I took both her kneecaps out, she’d have a hard time wearing shoes like those.

I studied my own reflection in the mirror. The jean shorts and cute tank top made more sense than her fancy getup. She was pretty, but her outfit screamed desperation. Unfortunately, my hurt feelings didn’t care about how pathetic Desiree acted. I stood there for a minute gripping the sink, trying to hold back the stupid tears. That bastard. I wasn’t good enough for him, but that slut Desiree was? I needed to get out of there. I left the bathroom in a rush and strode back to our booth. I didn’t even bother sitting down.

“Seth, do you think we could go now?”

Despite his confusion, he readily agreed, “Sure, babe.”

We’d only ordered drinks so far, so Seth dropped some money on the table and, without even looking at Caleb, I walked out of the restaurant holding Seth’s hand. I forgot about trying to ruin Caleb’s good time. He could do whatever and whoever the hell he wanted for all I cared. Hopefully he’d catch something from the nasty bitch.





CHAPTER FIFTEEN



“Beauty and folly are old companions.”

-Benjamin Franklin



CALEB



I slapped my alarm off when it woke me up at eight o’clock Saturday morning. What the fuck? Oh yeah, Gianna, Saturday. I dragged my ass to the shower and dressed quickly. Catching up with her as she was going downstairs, I ignored her unhappy frown. What was her problem?

“Hey, Gianna, I’m taking you downtown today.”

She turned to face me where I stood on the steps. “Like hell you are!”

Julie walked in on cue from the kitchen. “Gianna, watch your language. I think it’s a wonderful idea for Caleb to drive you. I get worried, you going down there by yourself.”

Gianna dropped her bag on the floor and asked her mom, “So now you’re talking to me again?”

Julie hugged Gianna, patting her on the back. “I just think you’re going through some sort of teenage rebellion thing. You’ll regret quitting and go back to it in no time.”

Gianna’s only reply was to grunt. “Come on, punk, I don’t want you to make me late.”

So it was back to punk again, was it? As we got into my car, I checked out the large duffel bag she threw into the backseat. Did she have the dress and lingerie in there? Should I chuck it out the window while on the freeway?

As I started the car, Gianna switched it to a Top 40 station, turning it up full blast. Reaching out, I turned it back down. “What’s the matter, princess? Did you get your period this morning?”

“Nothing’s the matter. How was the rest of your date?” she asked then turned her head to stare out the window.

“Fantastic,” I enunciated slowly. “How was the rest of yours? Did that loser kiss you goodnight, or was he too much of a gentleman to kiss on the first date?”

“How was the slut? Did you knock her up?” she retorted, sounding peeved.

I didn’t see Gianna after leaving the restaurant last night. Desiree and I stayed to eat and Gianna didn’t respond to my texts later on. When I got home, Gianna was already in bed. “Why’d you rush out of the restaurant?”