Danger! Bad Boy(55)
She made a disbelieving sound. “Since when do you only take five minutes?”
“So true,” I muttered against her neck.
The next instant, I landed on the floor of the backseat with a thud. One thing bad about dating a girl who was a dancer was that her legs were damn strong. When I got back up on the seat, Gianna was sitting against the door straightening her clothing.
I sighed loudly in resignation. “Fine, I’ll wait until after the game, but I’ll have you know that watching you jump up and down out there is going to be torture.”
She laughed, opening the door to climb out of the car. I watched her walk away, loving the sway of her hips in that little skirt.
Deciding to distract myself with food, I got in line at the concession stand. I missed kickoff, but found a choice spot at the bottom of the bleachers, right in front of the cheerleaders. Digging into my nachos, I didn’t pay attention when someone sat down next to me.
“She should wear that outfit every day.”
I almost spit out my food. Swallowing it down, I glared at the shithead sitting next to me. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Ian gestured to the cheerleaders below us. “I’m here to support Gianna in her extracurricular activities.”
“Oh really,” I bit out sarcastically. “Well, you can just go back home because I’m all the support Gianna needs.”
He pointed at Gianna, who was watching our exchange with a curious look on her face. “She’s already seen me. It’d probably hurt her feelings for me to leave so soon.”
“I doubt it,” I muttered. “Why are you bothering me? Find somewhere else to sit.”
He shrugged. “Besides Gianna, you’re the only person I know here.” He turned his sly grin on me. “Plus, I knew it’d annoy you.”
Tossing my food into a nearby trash can, I was reluctant to change seats. “I’ve lost my appetite.”
In an indulgent voice he asked me, “Have you ever seen anything more adorable than Gianna shaking pom-poms?”
In response, I ignored him.
“So, which of the cheerleaders have you screwed, Caleb?” Ian leaned over to ask in a conspiratorial whisper.
I turned my head to give him a dirty look. “Only Gianna.”
He scowled for a moment before wiping the look off his face and bumping his shoulder against mine as if we were buds. “Come on, you can tell me. I won’t tell Gianna. Who have you messed around with? The brunette with the big tits?”
“Do you think I’m an idiot? First off, I’d never cheat on Gianna. Second, if I were stupid enough to do so, I definitely wouldn’t tell my biggest rival.”
His face transformed into satisfaction. “So, you admit I’m competition?”
“Not. Even. Close.” Why was I letting him aggravate me? Rationally, I knew I had nothing to worry about. I’d already won the girl and her heart.
He scowled, not liking my confidence.
I grinned wide.
Scanning the field, he changed the subject, “So which number is her ex-boyfriend Josh?”
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. “She told you about him?”
“Yep. If I get bored, I might kick his ass tonight.”
“Already took care of it and I have no idea what his jersey number is.” Though, it wouldn’t be hard to find out.
“What about that Seth guy?”
He was trying to act nonchalant, but I sensed seriousness in him. Just how much did he like my girlfriend? Maybe he wasn’t pretending to be interested in her to piss me off. I’d prefer it if his motivation was to annoy me. I didn’t want him liking her for real. Hating the thought of another guy wanting a relationship with her, I wondered how I could get Ian out of her life.
“Don’t know Seth’s number either,” I carefully explained. “Why do you care?”
His eyes didn’t leave the game. “Just wondering.”
Uh-huh. Sure.
Picking a plan, I asked him, “Do you want me to hook you up with one of the cheerleaders?”
He rolled his eyes at me derisively. “No thanks, you have crappy taste in chicks. Other than Gianna, you usually go for the dirty skanks.”
“Before Gianna my taste in chicks was hot and easy. No different than you. When have you ever had a problem with that? Don’t forget we’ve messed with some of the same girls.” Saying it out loud made it sound skeezy. I shook off the memories with a shudder.
He laughed with genuine humor. “It was always fun stealing your dates.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “I had just as much fun stealing yours.”
We grinned at each other and I got this weird feeling we were bonding or something lame like that. Turning my head away, I coughed into my fist.