Beware of Bad Boy(67)

She laughed derisively, but didn’t talk anymore of it until I parked in front of her house. “You don’t belong with a girl like her, Caleb. You belong with someone more like yourself who won’t judge you for wanting to have fun.”

“Someone like you?”

She grinned, taking off her seatbelt to crawl on top of me. “Now you’re getting it.”

I tried pushing her away gently, but she had a tight grip around my neck. “Hailey, what are you doing?”

“Let’s fuck, Caleb.” She swooped down for a kiss.

I dodged it, attempting to force her off my lap without breaking her arms. “This isn’t cool, Hailey. I have a girlfriend.” With her in that short skirt, it’d be so easy to impale her on my dick. A few minutes and I’d get physical relief after a stressful day.

But if I did, I wouldn’t get the girl I really wanted.

She huffed in annoyance. “Minor detail. It’s not like you haven’t two-timed girls before.”

“None of them were actually my girlfriend,” I pointed out, getting pissed.

“Is she that great in bed?” Hailey asked disdainfully.

“I wouldn’t know.”

Hailey laughed. “You aren’t even getting laid?” She ground down on my crotch. “I’d be happy to help you out, Caleb. It’s been two years since we last fucked and I’ve only gotten better at it.”

Even after several weeks of abstinence, the offer wasn’t tempting. I pushed her roughly off my lap, causing her to bump her head on the passenger window. “Someone has a high opinion of herself,” I joked.

She tried climbing on top of me again. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

I held her back before she could get on me again. “Hailey, quit acting like a slut. I don’t want you. I’m only interested in sex with my girlfriend and refuse to cheat on her. People change and I don’t have to be like that anymore.”

She made a frustrated sound and opened her car door. “Good luck with Princess Barbie. Don’t come crying to me when she dumps you for Ken!” Slamming the door shut, she took off for her front door.

Wow, did she really just say that? That was the stupidest line I’d ever heard. What the hell did Barbie dolls have to do with anything? It must have been a girl thing.

It was late but I drove all the way back to my dad’s house because I wanted to be there when Gianna got home tomorrow. I wasn’t in the best of moods with my girlfriend camping with that douche Jared. Now that I’d taken Hailey home, I was tempted to drive back up into the mountains to bring Gianna home. I’d just have to trust her like she trusted me to drive Hailey home.

I didn’t even want to think about Hailey right now. What she tried tonight changed our friendship. She wasn’t the cool female friend anymore. She’d turned into the other girls I’d slept with and now had to avoid.

She was also wrong about Gianna. Josh was the type of guy Hailey thought Gianna would end up with but Gianna was never happy with him. That type of guy was all wrong for her. She needed someone who wouldn’t bore her out of her mind.

Gianna wouldn’t break up with me if I told her the bad stuff I’d gotten into trouble for and all the stuff I’d never got caught for. She’d still want to be with me. It wasn’t like I did any of those things anymore. Not since I’d met her, anyways. To stay on the safe side, I wouldn’t go into detail for her. She understood I’d been a troublemaker in the past and that was all she needed to know.

Walking through the front door, the house was quiet. Everyone was already in bed. Up in my room, I took out the drawing I’d been working on. I finished it and started a new one before falling asleep.

I woke up the next day to the sound of a lawnmower running in the backyard. Lifting my head enough to look out the window, I saw my dad pushing it around the backyard. It was past eleven and Gianna could already be on her way home. The thought woke me up the rest of the way.

After getting showered and dressed, I tried calling Gianna’s phone but it went straight to voicemail. I left the message, “Hey, this is Caleb. Just wondering when you’re going to be home. Call me.” Jeez, I hoped I didn’t sound as pathetic as the girls who left voicemails on my phone.

Having nothing better to do, I went downstairs to see what the food situation was. Chance played video games as usual. I found Julie in the kitchen making pies. Every time I encountered this woman she was doing some stereotypical housewife thing. Even when she watched television she had knitting needles in her hands.

Julie chided me while I made a bowl of cereal, “Caleb, you should’ve told me you were hungry. I could’ve made you chocolate chip pancakes.”