Holy shit, I wanted to beat this prick’s ass. “Fuck off, Ian!”
“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” His expression was of mock hurt.
“We were never friends. By the way, how’s Jackie? Are you two still together?” I asked him. His pissed off face made me smile evilly. He’d really liked Jackie. Unfortunately, she’d cheated on him with me. Stupid prick had asked for it.
“What school are you going to now, Caleb? Gotten expelled lately?” I was thinking about whether or not I should be punching anybody while on a date with Gianna when she stood up to step between us. It wasn’t lost on me the way Ian’s eyes roved over her face and body.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Caleb?” She a placed one hand on my chest and I put one of my own over it, a gesture which Ian didn’t miss.
“No,” I replied stubbornly.
The prick introduced himself, “I’m Ian Crenshaw. Caleb and I go way back. What can I call you other than beautiful?” With lame lines like that, no wonder Jackie preferred me between her legs.
One side of Gianna’s gorgeous lips twitched. “I’m Gianna, Caleb’s girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” he mouthed in astonishment just to be an ass. “What school do you go to?” The nosy prick wouldn’t be asking without a reason.
“Don’t worry about it-” I began.
“Broomfield,” Gianna answered innocently.
Ian’s grin was predatory. “Do you like it there? I’m thinking of switching schools.” Fucker probably got expelled and was on the prowl for new stomping grounds.
“It’s alright, especially since Caleb showed up.” That was my girl. As if Ian hadn’t been eating her up with his eyes, she turned to me. “Let’s go dance!” She grabbed my hand. “See you later, Ian.”
Yeah, peace out, you fucking douchebag.
On the dance floor, I yelled in her ear. “If that guy ever comes near you when I’m not around, don’t talk to him.”
“Don’t worry. I have a good idea of what it’s like between you two!” Her body melted into mine as we got lost in each other and the music.
Ian stayed away from us the rest of the night, but I did spot him from afar. By the time we left, I could definitely cross off number twelve on the list. Gianna was adorably drunk. Helping her to my car, I buckled her into the passenger seat. She stopped me from shutting the door to lay a big one on me, almost missing my mouth.
I put her hands on her lap and told her to behave before closing the door. Back at the parking garage, I made her sit in the car until I could help her out. “Gianna, I don’t think you’re going to make it to ballet tomorrow.”
“I don’t think so either,” she said, sounding forlorn. “But it was worth it.”
“So you had a good time?”
She would’ve stumbled if my arm weren’t anchoring her. “Yep. Caleb?” Her eyes were glazed over as she looked up at me.
“Yes, princess?” I kissed her on the cheek and she giggled.
“Why are you on probation?” Damn, she did hear that bigmouth.
“Because I’m a juvenile delinquent,” I answered simply while holding open the door of the apartment building.
“Oh.” She looked confused but not coherent enough to follow it up with another question.
I pushed the button for the elevator and changed the subject. “Are you hungry?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, I’m going to feed you anyways. It’ll help prevent a killer hangover in the morning.” Holding onto her, we waited for the elevator to hit the right floor.
In the apartment, Gianna unexpectedly pushed me onto the couch to straddle me. “Let’s have sex, Caleb.”
I groaned in torment. “Gianna, why couldn’t you suggest this when you were sober?”
“Who cares when I say it?” she said airily as she unbuttoned my shirt.
“I care and so should you, bad girl. You might be too drunk to even remember it in the morning.” I moved her off my lap to her displeasure and escaped into the kitchen. “I’m going to make some you something to eat.”
“You suck,” I heard her mumble.
I’d never been the type of guy to take advantage of a girl while she was drunk. I was sure pricks like Ian did that crap all the time. Because of his big mouth, I wasn’t looking forward to Gianna interrogating me about being on probation once she was sober.
Gianna only ate half her sandwich before declaring herself stuffed. Yawning, she was turning into a sleepy drunk. I gave her two aspirin and held the cup of water as she swallowed them down. “Ready for bed?”