Brady Remington Landed Me in Jail(37)

"Really?" I hadn't realized how much attention we'd drawn.

"Uh huh," she remarked dryly, waiting.

As I exchanged my bag for my books, I watched Clarissa. She pursed her lips in a flirtatious smile at two athletic guys as they walked by. Both of them turned and looked over their shoulders until they were out of eyesight.

"I love boys. I love men. I love anyone with a penis," she declared, laughing to herself as she tucked a strand of hair over her shoulder. It seemed to bring out the golden tan of her shoulders. Of course, her halter-top tank top might've helped since it was black and sexy. Well, it was actually simple, but it seemed sexy and really sexy when it was paired with her ripped miniskirt. I sighed in wonderment at Clarissa. She knew how to always look so beautiful whereas myself…I cringed when I looked at my pair of jeans and white tee shirt.

"But you probably knew that, right?" Clarissa distracted me.

"Why are you saying that?"

She narrowed her eyes for a moment, stared at me, and then laughed abruptly. "I'm starting to get why Brady likes you so much. You have no clue what's going on, do you?"

I gulped. Images of a firing squad came to mind.

"Okay. Not that I think you care or are even curious, but I love males, and because I'm in a sharing mood, I want to tell you why I love males."

I waited, unsure if I asked for this or even wanted to know this information.

"Because they're simple. Some girls won't agree with me, but it's because they're stupid. Males or anyone with a penis are very, very simple. They like what they like. They want what they want. And they don't care if other people have an opinion about it. Case in point, if a guy likes you, he doesn't care if other guys either think you're hot as hell or as unattractive as a pig rolling around in mud. Well, most guys. The narcissistic ones care."

I frowned.

Clarissa kept going, "The truth is that they don't want other guys to like you. You're theirs. They've pissed on you. They've marked their territory. The funny thing is that Brady marked his piss on you fifteen years ago. It's not even new to people, not like Kid, who should've known. He should've come back, known what was going on, and stayed away, but he didn't. He talked to you. That's why Kid is not simple and that's why I think I'm so attracted to him."

Wait—what?

Clarissa laughed throatily. "Those two guys that just walked by us, they are simple. They are the most simple of what males can be. They see a girl they like; they want the girl they like. Girls aren't like that and Kid isn't like that. He cares about you, but he doesn't think you're hot. I know that."

I bit my lip as I frowned even more.

"I think I'm in love, Rayna. Is this what's it like? Does your whole body tingle for his touch? Do you want the entire world to stop moving if it means you could see Brady?"

My mouth dropped open. How was I supposed to know that? Did I…was this love? Was that what I've been feeling for Brady? And I only thought I had my pregnancy to worry about.

"What?" Clarissa barked out.

"Huh?" I blinked at her.

"Are you pregnant?" she hissed.

I clamped a hand on her arm and jerked her into an empty classroom. As soon as the door shut, Clarissa whirled on me. "You guys did it and didn't use protection? Are you stupid? Is Brady stupid?"

"Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Brady's smart. You're not. Did you guys have sex?"

I swallowed tightly. "Maybe you're Viola's real granddaughter."

"What?"

"Nothing." I wet my dry lips. "We had sex."

"I knew it!" Clarissa snapped her fingers in the air and grinned in triumph. "Brady didn't use anything, did he? That a-hole. It's like he wants you pregnant or something."

I was fed up. "Why does everyone blame Brady? I was there, too. I was a part of it."

"Yeah, but you're you. Brady knows about this stuff. Hell, he would use two rubbers if he could." Then her eyes went wide again. "But you can't do that—that does the opposite, but if he could, Brady would do it. He is anal, no pun intended, about that stuff. But he's just so freaking blind and selfish when it comes to you. He wants you all to himself. I'm guessing your grandmother blew a fuse, huh?"

"I should've known better. I was there too. It's my fault too."

An unnamed emotion swept through Clarissa's green eyes and she murmured, "You're right. You always protect the one you love."

Wha—huh?

Then she flashed a bright smile and grabbed my arm. "Come on, Rayna. I'm really hoping you aren't pregnant yet because this is the last week of school. We've got too much partying to do."

"What are you talking about?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.

"We're going on the senior tubing trip. You're going to get drunk because it might be the last time in two years if you go the whole breast feeding way."

I stumbled when she tugged me behind her. My feet were not a part of my body then and all I could think was…breast-feeding?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Two hours later, I found myself self-conscious in a barely-there pink bikini and holding a mug of wine in one hand while I tried to balance a black tube with the other.