Slow Play (The Rules #3)(5)



“Better not let Lucy hear you say that,” Shep warns, nudging Gabe in the ribs.

Gabe shrugs. “My relationship with Lucy is solid. She’s the one who’s in my bed every night. She has nothing to worry about.”

I contain myself so I don’t make a face or say something rude. He’s so sprung over Lucy it’s almost painful to witness. He gets this dreamy look in his eyes every time someone even mentions her name.

It’s pathetic.

“I wouldn’t describe Alexandria as hot,” I say, silencing them both. They stare at me as if I’ve gone insane. “She’s…beautiful.”

The slow smile I see forming on Shep’s lips makes me want to smack it off. “Uh, oh. You have a thing for Kelli’s friend?”

“Didn’t you make out with Kelli?” Gabe asks.

I practically growl with frustration. “One time. One mistake. It lasted all of five minutes, if that, and then we realized real quick that way led to nothing but madness.”

“And you think we’re dramatic.” Shep rolls his eyes. “You’re the one making out with Jade’s best friend and getting beer dumped on your head by her new friend.”

“Kelli and I kissed months ago,” I stress. “I barely remember it. It was nothing.” Truly, it was. I have no interest in Kelli like that. Hell, she wanted Gabe for a very brief moment in time. Girl was pretty much flailing after getting dumped by her loser ex-boyfriend.

Perfect example of why relationships suck. They never end well, and when they do? Someone—or the both of them—end up spiraling out of control.

“Were you trying to pick up Alex?” Gabe asks.

“Is it Alex or Alexandria?” I don’t know if I like thinking of her as an Alex. That’s a man’s name. And she’s the farthest thing from a man.

Gabe shrugs as Shep answers, “She usually goes by Alex. That’s what Jade told me.”

“Do you know her?” I look at Gabe.

“I talked to her last night for a while.” He smirks. “After the beer-dumping incident.”

Traitor. I want to ask if she said anything about me but I keep my mouth shut.

“She asked what your deal was,” Gabe adds.

So she did talk about me. I can’t help but like this. He says nothing else and neither do I. All three of us shovel our mouths full of food, then take sips of coffee. Shep chugs a glass of ice water and still we don’t say anything.

Finally I can’t stand it any longer.

“What did you tell her?”

Gabe wipes his mouth with a napkin. “I told her you were a horn dog with a capital H and D and that she should steer clear.”

Great. “You made me sound like an *.”

“You are an *.” Gabe points at me. “I’m not going to piss off the girls by allowing you to snare one of their friends into your temporary trap. Jade and Lucy both said she’s really nice. Kelli mentioned that Alex doesn’t talk much about herself, but she seems lonely and she likes her. They want to bring her into the fold. You’re not allowed to touch any girl within the fold.”

“I touched Kelli,” I point out.

“And look how well that worked out.”

I say nothing because Gabe’s right. Kissing Kelli had been a mistake. Luckily enough, she felt the same way and it hadn’t made things weird between us. “This is going to turn into an I-want-what-I-can’t-have situation, you know.” I probably shouldn’t have admitted that but what’s done is done. Denial is not a part of my vocabulary. Them telling me Alexandria is off limits?

Makes me want her that much more, despite the beer dumping incident. Despite her disgust with me, and the stupid things I said. I regret nothing, but what I said to Alexandria to make her dump her warm, foamy beer on my head?

I regret it. It was callous and cold and I can’t blame her for what she did.

Gabe and Shep send each other a look before they turn their attention to me. “We know what that’s like,” Shep says slowly.

“Right,” I snort, taking another sip of my still hot coffee.

“It’s exactly how I felt when I started to fall for Jade,” Shep adds.

My appetite disappears. Just like that.

“I denied myself from going after Lucy for way too long,” Gabe says, shaking his head. “We played a real back and forth game. Drove me insane with wanting her.”

Last thing I want to hear. I shove my plate away from me. “I’m done.”

The matching incredulous expressions they share would’ve been amusing any other time. Not right now. None of this shit they’re telling me is funny. “But you barely ate,” Shep points out. He sounds oddly like my mother, the freak.

“Lost my appetite,” I mutter as I toss my napkin onto my plate. “I need to go. See you guys later?”

“Yeah,” they both say as I slide out of the booth and make my escape out of the diner.

The cold November air smacks me in the face when I walk outside, reminding me that winter is indeed coming. I huddle my face into my hoodie as best as I can and hurry across campus, heading to class. Girls smile and nod at me as I pass by and I smile and nod back. My reputation follows me everywhere I go and normally I love it. I strut like a f*cking peacock, wanting the girls to flock to me. They all say the same thing, over and over again.

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