Speaking of the woman herself…
“Mel agrees with me,” I told him, texting her back that we weren’t there yet. She’d been a bit of a Christmas miracle, although she would never put it that way. Mel was living with her parents, going to therapy, focusing on getting her life back on track. I visited her often; I’d meant it when I said she was my friend and I wasn’t going to abandon her. “No killing.”
“What? You never had to spend time with someone I’d had sex with—”
I turned my head, glaring at him. “Uh, I was roommates with Mel, back before I moved in with your sorry ass.”
Levi’s confidence wavered, just a bit. Just for a split-second. “Oh, right.”
Letting out a laugh, I set my phone down and stared out the window. The scenery was not something I was used to, but everybody who’d lived through a bad winter was ready for the hot, salty breeze of the beach. At least that’s what they said. I’d never been to a beach before, so I was kind of excited. Plus, since Ash’s boyfriends had money flowing out of their asses, this was pretty much a free trip for Levi and me, minus the gas.
Yes, you read that right: boyfriends. As in more than one. Didn’t know how that happened, but hey, if they were all happy, I was happy.
Ash would have to tell me how she juggled all that dick, though. You didn’t have multiple boyfriends and not sleep with them.
With any luck, this would be the first trip out of many for Levi and me. Hopefully we’d have countless more trips, holidays and birthdays, the whole shebang. I didn’t want to spend my time with anyone else these days, just him. He was everything to me, and finally I understood what people meant when they claimed to be head over heels in love.
Me, Kelsey Yates, in love. Never thought I’d see the day.
My parents even liked Levi. Yes, Levi had Shawn’s stamp of approval, too—I’d finally given in and met the guy. He actually wasn’t that bad. Now, when it came to Levi’s mom, that was another story. I didn’t think that bitch would ever approve of me, but I didn’t care. Levi didn’t seem to be taking his mom’s words to heart, so I tried not to think too much about it. I might not have been the girl who every guy took home to meet his family, but I was Levi’s.
I was Levi’s, and I’d never belong to anyone else.
Extra Scenes
The First Meeting, Kelsey’s POV
I could’ve gone on and on about how preppy guys weren’t my thing, but that horse was already dead and beaten. I did my best to ignore the group of guys as I headed to the counter to place my order, holding my head high and my shoulders square. If there was a vibe I wanted to give off, it was one that said: don’t fuck with me, boys. I might just fuck you right back.
Once my order was placed and paid for with my fancy new meal card, I headed to one of the empty tables to sit down and wait. If that group of guys knew what was good for them, they wouldn’t try anything.
Don’t get me wrong, I was all about sampling the local flavor, but these guys weren’t my type. Not even a little.
However, before I could sit down, one of the guys scooted in front of me like he was the smoothest thing ever to walk this campus. Dark hair, dark eyes, but a bit too short for my liking. Plus, with the way he ogled me like a piece of meat, I wasn’t too impressed.
“Hey,” he said, voice oozing a suaveness that made me want to roll my eyes. “New on campus this year?”
I frowned at him, but since he was in my way, I let my eyes drop to his feet and slowly make their way back up. He might not be my type, but I could check him out, couldn’t I? Cute enough face, a bit of muscles. Not bad. “Yeah,” I said. “But I’m guessing you’re not since you’re acting like the big dick on campus.” What could I say? If ever there was a blunt girl, it was me.
Some of the other guys laughed, all but one, who watched me a bit too seriously.
The boy before me muttered, “I only said hey.”
“True,” I relented. “But it’s your attitude.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder, the long waves falling down my back. “I don’t need to talk to you longer to know it’s true.” With a shrug, I moved around him and plopped myself down at the nearest table. “And besides, why would I want to talk to you at all when you’re clearly overcompensating for something?”
Insulting a guy’s junk was a surefire way to piss him off; it always was. Guys really were a dime a dozen, their dick size something they cared so much about. Like, trust me, my dudes, it wasn’t the size but how you used it that mattered.
And, as much as it sucked to admit, most of the time guys had no idea how to use them correctly.
When the guy and his friends didn’t leave, I waved them off. “Bye, Felicia.”
I couldn’t have timed it better; their order came up right then, the worker calling out a name: “Dean.” It stopped the douche, Dean, from saying something else that I bet would only get him in trouble.
Me? I never knew when to
