Getting Schooled (The Wright Brothers #1)(50)

“Fiiine. You’re… a little more than aiight.”

“Oh, I’ma show you “aiight.”

I squealed as he picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder to carry back into my room. We still had a little time before either of us had class, to have a little morning fun.

And then I’d call and find out if I was even allowed at Refill.



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“So what exactly are your intentions with my friend?”

Oh God, here we go.

Jason looked taken aback by Devyn’s question, and I couldn’t blame him. She was sitting across for him at our booth style table, not cracking a smile as she stared at him, with an expression that was just barely neutral enough to not be a scowl.

“Um… I hadn’t really thought about that much. We’re taking it easy right now.”

She sucked her teeth. “Oh, so this is just casual to you? You’re using my friend for your little freak-nasty needs, and when you tired, you’re just gonna move on?”

“I… what?”

“Devyn,” I hissed, kicking her under the table. “Chill!”

She kicked me right back. “Answer the question, Sgt. Wright. If you’re even actually a Sergeant. What was your commanding officers name? In case I need to make some phone calls.”

Jason turned to me, eyes wide. “Is she serious?”

“I’m asking the questions here,” Devyn snipped, patting her hand on the table for attention. “Don’t try to deflect.”

Jason narrowed his eyes, and she narrowed hers too, lifting an eyebrow.

“Captain Derek Ingram was my commander at the time I accepted an honorary discharge. No, I don’t intend to use your friend. And I don’t think what we’re doing is casual, it’s just still relatively new. Ask me in six months what my intentions are, and I’ll be able to give you a real answer.”

Devyn’s expression slowly softened. “Oh. So you plan to be around for the next six months, at least.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Exclusive to her? Do you fuck your girlfriend’s friends?”

Jason curled his lip. “What? No. I don’t get down like that, and I don’t make a habit of sleeping around.”

“Mmmhmmm. Why do you like Reesie?”

I dropped my head onto the table, thinking about how thoroughly I was going to cuss her ass out later.

“She already knows the answer to that.”

I kicked Devyn under the table again.

“I wanna hear you say it.”

Jason let out a heavy sigh, and even though my head was down, I could feel him sit back. “I like Reese because she’s smart, funny, sexy, and not afraid to speak her mind. She’s not afraid to be absolutely herself, and be open and honest. And I feel like I can be myself with her.”

I lifted my head, just enough to turn to him. “Really?” I asked, just above a whisper.

He lifted an eyebrow, giving me a look like I was insane. “Uh… yeah. Duh.”

“Welll,” Devyn said, her voice returning to the perky tone I was used to. “Congrats, Jay! As far as I’m concerned, you’ve passed the bestie-twin test… for now. Y’all cute or whateva’.” When I lifted my head, Devyn was smiling, and she winked at me as she stood up. “I’m going to get a drink.”

Jason turned to me as soon as she walked away from our table at Refill, heading toward the bar. I’d called her to sweet talk big brother Eric into taking me off the banned list at the club – he never could say no to his baby sister – and she’d finagled her way into me agreeing to let her meet Jason.

Finally. – her word.

It wasn’t that I was trying to keep them away from each other, or anything like that. I was trying, desperately, not to be a weirdo. Because of our unique circumstances, he’d already met my mother, which usually wouldn’t happen until months into a relationship. I didn’t want him thinking I was trying to integrate him into my whole family, especially after the way I’d had a mini freak-out over him possibly moving. The very last thing I needed was to sabotage this by making him think I was getting too attached.

I mean… there was a pretty good chance I was definitely already too attached, but he didn’t need to know that.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked, leaning toward me.

I let out a loud sigh. “That was the bestie-twin test. She said you passed!”

“I thought you said she was “nice” bestie-twin?”

“She is,” I laughed. “Just not during the test. Or when you piss her off. Or she doesn’t like you.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “So you two are just alike then?”

“No, no. She really is “nicer” than me. Devyn is generally bubbly, she’s a little more talkative with people she doesn’t know. She has a sweet spirit.”

“Where?”

I gasped, then playfully slapped him on the arm through his sweater. “You’ll see that side now that she’s checked you out. She was harder on you because of Grayson.”

“He passed?”

I almost choked on my drink as I lifted it to take a sip. “God no. She hated him from the moment she laid eyes on him.”