Sable rolls her eyes. "If you are too dense to see that, there's something wrong with you. That boy has shown up here twice now like a lost little puppy dog."
I can't help but laugh. "Colton King did not show up here like a lost puppy," I say. "He showed up here like a horny football player looking to get laid. And gave me cock lollipops."
Sable grins. "That was funny. And the lollipops were pretty good."
"I'm his tutor. There are rules. Even if I wanted to hook up with him – which I most emphatically do not — I can't. I'd get fired, I could get in trouble with our department."
Sable rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. Professor Richards is the department chair. You really think he's going to get his panties in a wad over something like that? I heard that in the seventies, he was sleeping with half of the female grad students that came through the Sociology department."
"Why did you tell me that?" I ask, grimacing. "Now the next time I see him, I won't be able to get that horrifying image out of my head."
Sable shrugs. "I bet he was pretty hot back in the day, actually. Like a young Robert Redford. I might have done him back then."
"That's not making it any better," I say, laughing. "Besides, that was the seventies."
"You're really going to tell me you have no interest in Colton King?"
"None at all." I force my expression to remain blank. Nonchalant. Totally disinterested. I pop a pretzel into my mouth.
"Then you won't mind if I hook up with him," Sable says. "I mean, I've been wanting to fuck a football player, and I hear Colton is great in the sack."
Yep, I'm totally casual. That's me. I'm not at all seething at the mere idea of Sable hooking up with Colton.
I call her bluff. "Nope, wouldn't mind," I say, popping another pretzel into my mouth. "I think it's a great idea."
"Argh. You're such a liar! Obviously I'm not going to screw him. Why can't you just admit you want him?"
"I do not want to fuck Colton King."
"You should practice saying that a thousand more times," Sable suggests. "Then maybe it'll sound more convincing."
15
Colton
"An A!" My mother's voice is so loud over the phone that I have to take it off speaker just to spare the ears of my roommates, and they’re not anywhere near my room, as well as spare myself the embarrassment of hearing my mother screeching about my grades. "I'm so proud! The tutor, she's been really helping you, then?"
Helping me.
More like contributing to the biggest set of blue balls any man has ever had. I'm like the world record holder for blue balls.
Helping me jerk off more times than I can count over the last few weeks.
Yeah, I don't need to think about that when I'm on the phone with my mother. Actually, scratch that. I don't need to think about Cassie at all. She ditched the tutoring session last week. That sends a clear message about what happened.
She's just another girl. Easy come, easy go.
"It's not that big of a deal," I say.
"Not that big of a deal?" she shrieks. "Listen to yourself. You're not only not going to be off of probation, you'll be on the damn honor roll!"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, mom."
"I'm going to call your brother and tell him."
"Do not call Drew."
Because Drew is going to know I have a hard-on for my tutor immediately. He's got a sixth sense about these things. Twins' intuition.
And he'll give me a ration of shit for it.
"Not a big deal," she says. "Are you kidding? I'm coming down this weekend. I'll bring cake! I’ll make spaghetti."
"Mom, you really don't have —"
"Nonsense." She cuts me off. "I'm driving down. Your roommates still like chocolate chip cookies, right? I’ll bring a basket of muffins. Oh, I'll make my cinnamon rolls while I’m there. Are you eating enough?"
"I'm eating enough, mom," I say, exasperated. "The guys, though — they're probably going to be —"
"Partying, I know," she says. "It's summer. Kegs and half-naked girls. I've seen boobs before, Colt. In fact, I have my own pair."
"Thanks, ma. I'm going to vomit in my mouth now."
"Oh, hush," she says. "I know there's going to be half-naked girls and you boys will be doing stupid things. I made it through your teenage years, didn't I? Remember when you and Drew tied that mattress to yourselves and jumped off the roof over at the high school? Just don't jump off any roofs there."
The mattress thing was pretty awesome, I'm not going to lie. We didn't even break anything. I make a mental note not to steer my mother away from the backyard and from seeing the roof slide.