Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(43)

I slowly begin processing everything she lays out for me, but I’m only buried even deeper in a pit of confusion. “Let me try getting this right. Your brother’s enemy is your idol and crush, right?” She nods grimly. “And your brother and your hockey idol can’t stand each other because they were competitive teammates, so your brother warned you to stay away from him.”

“Which I ignored,” she confirms matter-of-factly.

I lean forward so my crossed arms hold me up on the edge of the polished table. “So, you met Alex anyway at the bonfire and slept with him despite Sebastian’s warnings that he wasn’t a good dude.”

“Just because Seb doesn’t think he’s a good person doesn’t mean he isn’t one,” she defends quickly. “And come on, Sky. You saw Alex. How could I not want to get involved with him? Isn’t hooking up with a bad boy part of our life journey as a woman?”

Snickering, I say, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Grabbing a snack-sized Snickers, she chucks it at my head which I somehow manage to dodge. I snort when I hear it smack against the wall behind me.

“Do you think he really slept with you because of the silly war between him and your brother? If Sebastian graduated, what would put you in the middle of it?”

She drops the candy bar she’s playing with and scrubs her palms down her face. “I think it was this unspoken thing that I’d take over the prank war since Sebastian is gone. But I’ve never been any good at that sort of thing, so I went to the bonfire not only hoping to meet him and prove I’m better than the puck bunnies he hangs with but also to call a truce. It took a turn.”

“A turn?” I repeat.

“I slept with him instead.”

I bite into my Reese’s and slowly chew it. “Just to clarify, you went back to his place to call a truce over a stupid prank war he’d had with your brother and ended up having sex with him instead.”

“Correct.”

I can’t help but smile no matter how hard I try fighting it. “That definitely seems like a good way to seal the deal on a peace treaty.”

This time, she throws a York Peppermint Patty at me. I laugh when it smacks me in the cheek and lands on my notebooks stacked in front of me. “Stop laughing! The worst part of this whole thing is that he wouldn’t give me my panties back.”

I choke on my chocolate. “I’m sorry, he wouldn’t give you back your what?”

She drops her head back and groans. “I bet he’s going to priority ship them to my brother to brag about it.”

That’s cringeworthy. “You think he’d really do that?”

Olive considers it. “You’re right. He wouldn’t spend the money. I bet he took pictures and plans on posting it all over the internet with a caption that says, ‘Property of Olive Henderson’ and then tags Sebastian.” Her hands smack into her face before faceplanting into the table and staying there.

“Or,” I offer, trying to be the half glass full type of person since her theory is creepy, “maybe he just wanted to keep something to remind him of you and has no plans whatsoever.”

When she does look at me, it’s with a doubtful expression at best. After a few moments, a big exhale leaves her as she straightens and murmurs, “At least the sex was amazing. I would’ve hated my brother murdering me not knowing what it felt like to have a man like that show me his true talents at least once.”

My nose scrunches.

Then I snort, causing her to grin.

“Sorry, is that awkward? I know some people don’t like talking about sex. Especially if they’ve never…” The smile she gives me is sheepish when I realize what she assumes.

Staring at my chocolate coated fingertips, I mumble, “I’m not a virgin.”

Nausea rises up my throat.

Something smacks the table. “I knew it! Was it DJ? Was he good? Was it horrible and that’s why you don’t want to talk about it? I can totally—”

“Stop! Oh my God, breathe.” Is it possible for me to blush any harder? I shouldn’t have bothered with makeup at all today. “And lower your voice.”

Olive looks far too giddy. “Was it him?”

I wish, I instantly think, reeling back.

Oh my God.

I don’t know where that came from, but I realize after thinking on it that it’s true. I wish it’d been Danny who’d taken my virginity.

My friend’s brow furrows. “Why do you look like that? What’s wrong? I’m sorry for prying, but I wasn’t sure. I mean from what I hear, DJ knows what he’s doing but you never really see him with anyone, so it’s fair to be curious. He’s totally got eyes for you. That selfie of you two proves it.”

My voice goes up two octaves. “No, he doesn’t. We’re friends. Friends.”

Maybe if I keep saying it, it’ll be more believable.

She leans forward, clearly invested. “But do you want to be friends? Or more?”

Quickly, I shake my head. Despite where my thoughts wander, I can’t go there. “I’m not ready for more, even if I wanted that. Which I’m not saying I do, so get that creepy Joker grin off your face. He’s been really nice to me. And as for the other thing…”

She laughs. “Sex. But okay. Please continue telling me about the ‘other thing’.”