“Uh-oh,” Joss says, nodding to my left where Parker’s storming toward me. “That’s my cue to move it along. I don’t do crazy. Later.”
I wish I could make a run for it, too, but Parker’s like a heat-seeking missile when it comes to me. There’s no place to hide.
Not even in a mausoleum, apparently.
“We need to talk,” she demands, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. I hadn’t gotten a good look before now, but that little number she’s wearing is thinner than I realized.
I only follow her to the tree line so she doesn’t make a scene.
“What?” I ask flatly, already wanting more space between us.
She flashes an incredulous look my way. “Are you kidding me, West? What the hell was that I walked in on? One minute you’re giving me and the girls carte blanche to terrorize this bitch, then I catch you with your dick in her hand? I mean, I know you’ll screw anything that moves, but she is way, way beneath you,” she insists. “You have to know that.”
My brow twitches with curiosity.
“Wait … you don’t realize that … you’re beneath me?”
The question has her mouth gaping open for a moment, but in true Parker Holiday fashion, she rebounds quickly.
“Don’t be an ass West.” She scolds me, then, which only encourages me to be even more of a dick.
“Ah, I see what happened. You’re confused because I fucked you,” I say with a grin. “Guess this mistake is right up there with you thinking that opening your legs for me will eventually lead to me feeling something for you.” As my smirk turns into laughter, I feel an adrenaline rush coming on. “You really are a fucking idiot, aren’t you?”
Even with what little light there is, I see her face turning redder by the second.
“You are such a dick,” she scoffs.
I shrug. “I’m a dick and you give terrible head,” I shoot back. “Honestly, you should consider taking pointers from some of your friends. Especially Ariana. I taught her well. Girl listened to every pointer I’ve ever given her.”
I see tears and my heart beats faster.
Cry for me, bitch. I love that shit.
She’s wounded and can’t hide it. My words cut her deep and there’s nothing I want to take back. Not a single thing.
Shaking her head, Parker backs off and relief sweeps over me. For too long, I’ve let her cling to me because I enjoyed the added benefits. Problem is, now, I’ve lost every bit of interest I ever had in the girl.
And with this one conversation, she knows.
Her thin arms cross tightly over her chest and I see more tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. She walked in on me about to go balls-deep inside another girl, and it took this, me spelling out that I don’t want her, for the message to get through.
Just as quickly as the emotion flashes in her eyes, it’s gone again, and she nods.
“If that’s the way you want this to end, fine. I’m good with that,” she lies. I could call her out on it, but don’t welcome the extra conversation that would result.
“It’s for the best,” I add, reciting bull I’ve heard in the movies. Maybe it’ll help her get over it.
She’s starting to walk away, but not without looking me in the eyes again.
“Before you sever ties, ask yourself if your secrets are really as secret as you think,” she warns.
With how confidently she just spoke, it makes me wonder if she knows, but that’s impossible. Still, the reminder that there’s info out there that could ruin me makes my stomach clench in a knot.
“Cut me off and I won’t protect you, West. And, who knows?” she adds with a grin. “I might just be the one who eventually sets your whole world on fire.”
She’s grasping at straws. Has to be. I’ve been more than careful and those who know would never expose me. She tried, but that cryptic shit falls short of working.
“It’s over, Parker. You should go before you make yourself look even more pathetic,” is my parting advice.
“If you say so,” she replies with a smile.
As much as I hate to even consider that she might have found me out, I’ll keep an eye on her. According to my grandfather, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
@QweenPandora: It seems PrincessParker’s girls were called in to console her. Rumor is, the cemetery was the perfect place for her dealings with KingMidas to finally be laid to rest. My guess is that things are really starting to heat up with NewGirl, which means this is likely the end of PrincessParker’s reign. It was fun while it lasted, I guess. Well, lovelies, it seems The Beatles aren’t the only thing Hurricane Yoko blew apart.
Later, Peeps!
—P
Chapter 32
WEST
For the past ten minutes now, I’ve watched her just sit there, doubled over with both arms folded across her stomach. With every second, I feel myself being drawn over there but hold back.
She’s not my responsibility and I’m not about to let her think she’s my responsibility.
Still, I notice something seems off.
It’s when Dane elbows me to get my attention that I realize I’m not exactly being discreet.
“Dude, just go talk to the girl,” he suggests, calling attention to what I’ve tried to keep to myself—that I’m aware of her. All the time.
“I don’t want to talk to her,” I clarify. “She just doesn’t look right.”
I feel my posture stiffen, feel the tension in my shoulders. And then, seconds before I give in and walk my stubborn ass over there, she starts to slip out of her seat.
Some kid notices and catches her head right before it hits the grass, but I’m already sprinting that way, hurdling headstones and shoving aside anyone who’s in my way.
“Move!” I shout, causing the crowd to scatter.
The kid who caught her backs away, too, lifting his hands into
