See Me After Class(72)

Why he’s so proper.

Why he feels like he’s holding on to something when I’m near him, as if he doesn’t want to lose control.

Why he’s so adamant about excellence.

Why he’s so closed off.

“If he weren’t giving off strong Alpha vibes, I’d consider him a virgin.” Romeo takes a sip of his water.

Gunner laughs. “There’s no way in hell Arlo Turner is a virgin.”

Yeah . . . he’s not.

“But hey, he’s not rude anymore, right?” Romeo asks.

“Uh, yeah, I mean . . . he’s fine.” I pick up my beer and take a giant gulp, hoping they can’t read me.

“Do you know what that tells me?” Gunner says with a knowing look, and I slowly begin to panic, thinking he might see through me. “That we need to pull some more pranks on him.”

Romeo smacks his hands together and says, “I couldn’t agree more. What do you say, Greer?”

I look between the two, noting the excitement in their eyes. “I, uh . . . I think I barely scraped by without the true wrath of your overlord. Pretty sure I’m going to stay out of this one.”

“Ugh, come on. You were perfect to plant the seed.”

“Yeah, and guess who he’s going to come to first if his pee is blue again?”

“True.” Gunner taps his chin. “We’re just going to have to think of another way to annoy him.”

Laughing, I say, “I love how your friendship works.”





“So . . . tell us, Greer, are you seeing anyone?” Romeo asks.

Feeling a little loose from my three beers, I say, “Why? You interested, Romeo?”

His eyes widen and he scrambles. “No, I mean, you’re hot, but no, because well, you know . . . uh . . .”

I laugh and shove his shoulder. “I’m just playing with you.” I’m tempted to ask him about Stella, but I refrain. I don’t want to know, actually, because then I’d feel obligated to say something to Stella, and from the uninterested vibe I get from her when he’s around, I’d say that’s not information she wants to obtain. Better if everyone is uninformed. “No one for me right now,” I answer, being honest, because even though I’ve received quite a few orgasms from Arlo, I think that’s all they are, orgasms.

“So I’m the only attached one at the table?” Gunner asks, and I can’t help but chuckle. Who knew these two would be so invested in talking about love and relationships? But here we are, drinking beer and gabbing it up—like they said.

“Looks like it,” Romeo answers.

“Okay.” He rubs his hands together. “Then as the one currently in a relationship, it’s my duty to pry. How about some rapid-fire questions? You both have to answer.”

“Dude, you know everything about me,” Romeo points out.

“Yeah, but Greer doesn’t, and it’s only fair if she divulges information, so do you.”

I glance over at Romeo. “He has a point.”

“Fine. Let’s get to it.”

Looking far too excited, Gunner considers his questions. “Greer, you answer first, then Romeo.” We both nod and then all three of us lean on the table, as if we’re in an interrogation room, a single light swinging above us. “Relationship or fling?”

“Relationship,” I answer.

“Both,” Romeo says.

“Both, really?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I’m not desperate to be in a relationship, but think it’d be cool to be in one if I find the right person, and I’m totally into a fling if it means zero strings attached.”

Huh, I wouldn’t have guessed that.

“Okay, men or women?”

“Men,” I answer.

“Women, duh.”

“Okay, just checking. It’d be cool either way, but, you know, in case I run into someone who might work for either of you, as your friend in a relationship, it’s good to know what side you play for.” Clearing his throat, he asks, “Last time you had sex?”

“Uhh . . .”

I can feel my face flush, but before I can answer, Romeo says, “Four months ago, and my dick hates me for it.”

“Four months. Dude.”

Romeo holds up his hand. “I know . . . I fucking know.”

Then they both turn toward me, and I slowly draw a circle on the table with my finger. “What, uh . . . what qualifies as sex? Like . . . coupling? Oral? Vibrators?”

“Good question. Let’s say dick-in-the-vagina penetration,” Gunner says.

“Oh, okay, then I don’t know, a while.”

I can feel their eyes on me, trying to read my facial expressions, most likely taking in how red my face feels.

“Is there another form of sex you’ve had recently?” Romeo asks.

Yes. Multiple kinds, with your best friend, your overlord.

“Nope,” I squeak out and bring my beer to my lips.

Romeo sits taller and turns to Gunner. “How come I don’t believe her?”

“Because she looks more satisfied than both of us combined,” Gunner says.

“Do I?” I smooth a hand over my hair. “Must be all that chocolate I’ve been eating. Just as good as an orgasm.”