Jock Rule (Jock Hard #2)(18)

“Maybe you’d like rugby better than those other sports anyway.”

“And why is that?”

“Those other sports? The guys are all a bunch of pussies.”

This gets me a laugh, deep and throaty and sexy. Teddy covers her mouth with a hand, stifling a snort.

My brows shoot up. “Did you just snort?”

She groans, drops her hand. “Ugh, you heard that?”

“I mean, yes? It was an audible snort.”

And it was so fucking adorable.

“I hate when I do that.”

“So you’re a snorter?”

“Could you not call it that?”

“Snorter? Do you have a better word for it?”

“Not giving it a word is a better word for it. And not bringing it up again would be fantastic.”

“But it’s kind of cute.”

“Stop.”

I oink like a pig.

“Oh my god.”

I oink again.

“Kipling.”

No she did not just call me that. “Hey, we had a deal about the names.”

“Then stop oinking!”

“That was a snort.” I’m tempted to do it again. “Not to be confused with a fart. Two opposites ends.”

Teddy sits up, indignant, blanket falling away and revealing her crisp white tank top. The shadow of her nipples beneath, chest rising and falling. “I do not sound like a pig when I snort!”

My shoulders give a shrug. “Tomayto, tomahto.”

“Shut up!” But she’s giggling when she says it.

“Fine, I won’t make fun of you anymore.”

“Good, because I hate it.”

“Why do you get made fun of?” I’m teasing, but the silence that follows is enough to answer my question, and my brows furrow. “Who makes fun of you?” Teddy is the sweetest fucking girl I’ve met at this school—I mean, I’ve only known her for all of three seconds, but I doubt she’d intentionally hurt anyone’s feelings. “Let me guess—your roommate and those other friends of yours.”

More silence. “No. It’s not my other friends.”

“So just your bitchy roommate.”

“Could you not call her tha—look, she’s not bitchy, okay? She’s just…” A diminutive shrug of her delicate shoulders.

“Do not—do not tell me she’s misunderstood.”

“She is who she is, I guess.”

“And what is that?” A cock-blocker.

Jock chaser?

Selfish?

“We’ve always been opposites. Friends don’t have to match. Friendships aren’t perfect—you should know that.”

“No, but guys are different. We don’t have feelings, and if one of my friends treated me like shit, he wouldn’t be my friend anymore.”

Teddy rolls her eyes so far back, they’re likely to get stuck in the back of her head. “Mariah doesn’t treat me like shit.”

Mariah.

Even the name sounds like a Mean Girl name.

Mariah: almost rhymes with piranha.

“Doesn’t treat you like shit, you say? This from the girl sitting in some strange guy’s living room, miles from campus, on God knows what street in the middle of the night because you couldn’t go home, because she is banging some dude in your one-bedroom room apartment and she doesn’t give a shit that you’re not home safe.”

Damn. That came out sounding way harsh, didn’t it?

Still, it’s the fucking truth.

“I-I…” Teddy stutters, and for a brief moment, I feel terrible.

Meh, kind of.

Fine, not really. I don’t know her, I don’t know her roommate—but I do know she needs to buck up and grow a pair of balls.

“Face it, Teddy, you need lessons on how to be a bigger bitch.”

“Are you insane? The last thing I want to do is become a bitch on purpose.”

“A badass then.”

“A badass?” Her brows are up in her hairline. “Even that’s a stretch for me.”

“Fine. You need to grow a backbone.”

“I have one! It’s just…I’d rather choose what battles I want to fight.”

“And how many fights have you ever been in?”

“None?”

“Arguments?”

“Er…”

“How many times has your good buddy Mariah swept in and ‘stolen’ a guy you’re talking to?” I use air quotes, and Teddy flinches.

“I don’t know.”

“More than one but less than five?” Jesus, why do I keep pushing this?

She shrugs.

“More than five but less than ten?”

“Kip! Who cares? If a guy doesn’t like me for me and lets a girl like Mariah swoop in and ‘steal’ him, I don’t want him anyway!” Her voice is raised and she uses air quotes too, imitating me before crossing her arms over her chest defensively.

“If he doesn’t like you for you? Is that the kind of bullshit girls tell themselves when they get rejected?”

From across the room, I see her mouth fall open.

Oops. Was it something I said? It looks like I kicked her puppy.