Kissing in Cars (Kiss and Make Up #1)(40)

Not to mention, the snotty comment just makes me think she's a petty bitch - and the fact that she did it in front of Molly makes me want to punch a locker.

Jealousy doesn't become her.

Actually, jealously doesn't become anyone but really, what are you going to do about it?

"What's up Alexis?" I ask through clenched teeth, ignoring her sarcastic remark; I'm going to pretend she didn't just give me a verbal put down in front of Molly. Because she's staring at us so intently I ask, "Did you have something you wanted to say to me?" Before I go ape shit on your ass?

Instead of answering me Alexis just stands and sizes Molly up, doing a visual inventory of her clothes, hair and makeup. Based on the curl in her lip, she obviously finds her lacking. Ah, so she's crazy and blind. "He's just using you," she finally blurts out, directing her comment at Molly. She seems awfully satisfied with herself.

"What the f*ck Alexis?" She has some nerve.

I take a step forward.

Instead of reacting like the typical female and getting all pissed off like I expect her to, Molly lays the palm of her hand on my chest to calm me down. Standing her ground she turns her back to Alexis and takes a denim jacket out of her locker. In no rush, she shrugs into it, flipping her long ponytail over the collar and adjusts the cuffs. Finally turning Molly smiles kindly and weighs her words. "You know, I appreciate your concern. But I think I'll take my chances."

This girl is incredible. I want to grab her and kiss her, but Crazy Eyes is watching us.

I notice the smile doesn't reach Molly's eyes.

Closely watching Alexis, I'm pretty sure she wants to lunge at both of us like an alley cat. Who the hell would purposely date this chick, let alone sleep with her (word is she gets around)? Actually, I can think of a few people, but that's not my point. Her eyes widen in a slightly wild way while her face contorts and turns a shade of beat red.

And hey, what's with her clenching her fits at her side?

"You know Alexis, you might want to consider an anger management program..." This is my attempt at humor - no applause necessary.

Molly smacks my arm and ignores the murderous glares coming from the blonde across the hall and gives me a gentle nudge before saying, "Go or you'll be late. I can handle this." She nods her head toward Alexis.

Oh shit. That can't be good...can it?

I want to lean in to kiss her forehead, but refrain. "Okay...I guess I'll see you later then."

She nods.

With the corner of my eye trained on Crazy Alexis, I saunter off down the hallway, glancing back only once to catch a glimpse of Molly crossing her arms.



MOLLY

"I've never had an issue with you Alexis. What's the problem?" Only I'm not stupid: I know what her problem is with me. Just like I know she's been chasing after Weston and... from the looks of her she's got psycho tendencies.

I shut my locker door and hoist my backpack over my shoulder before crossing my arms and planting my right foot on the ground, steeling myself for whatever she's about to say. Let me remind you that I'm no stranger to confrontation; Hello, I was raised with Matthew who did nothing but start fights growing up. Yeah, I can hang with the best of them. Regardless, who in their right mind wants to get in an altercation at school over some guy?

This hasn't ever really happened to me. Even with Jenna and my other friends: we just don't squabble like this - and to be honest, I guess I'm only still standing here because I'm curious to see where all this is going.

Doesn't she realize Weston isn't even my boyfriend? And even if he was, well - then I guess we really would have an issue with her standing in front of me like this.

"I just wanted to let you know, you know, that he uses people."

This is news to me.

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"Are you kidding? Hello! He sleeps with everyone!" Her voice is elevated and I'm not sure she's even trying to remain calm.

"Everyone you say? Wow, that's a lot of people Alexis. So... has he slept with you?"

She huffs indignantly. "I'm not a slut like some people."

Uh, did she just insinuate that I'm a slut?

"Oh, so he's slept with everyone, just not with you." I snap my fingers and point at her, even though I know it's rude. "I get it - is that why you're pissed off? Because to be honest with you Alexis," I glance down at my watch. "I have other shit I could be doing right now instead of standing here watching you throw a temper tantrum."

"You are such a bitch."

I roll my eyes. She's so absurd.

"You know what? Weston is just a guy Alexis - Just. A. Guy. And one you aren't even dating." I wave my arm in that way that says 'whatever'. "Ugh, you know what? Be pissed. I'm leaving - unless of course you have something else you'd like to say since you have yet to blow me away with your observations."

Oh wow - I really am a bitch.

Shaking my head in dismay, I head off down the hallway.

But not before whipping out my cell photo to call Jenna.

Hey, I'm only human...and this is too good to resist gossiping about...





Chapter Nineteen





WESTON


"Thing about an itch is, eventually you're gonna have to scratch it." - Tate Myers, Riven Glen Hockey center.