Blasphemous (Torn #3)(45)

Ha! These pipes were fine, thank you. Your brother exhausted my vagina a month ago and I barely just recovered, I think. “Let’s take my nether region out of the equation, then I would be interested in doing whatever you want.”

“What would you be interested in?” Amber piped up, breezing in with her bra and her boyshorts on, hair haphazardly done atop her head. She went through the tiny spot between Lindsey and me and stole my coffee.

“Hey! The coffeepot is right over there!” I glared at her grinning face.

She merely shrugged before adding, “Too tired to function, doll.”

Seriously?

Amber-colored eyes studied me for a second, deciding before voicing anything. “I meant to tell you, someone on your phone named Ants called last night. He asked me to tell you that he’d love to meet for lunch on Monday.”

Oh right, I forgot my phone downstairs. Lunch with Ants would be great. I missed that hooter.

“I miss Ants!” Lindsey chimed in.

I’m sure she did, they were a riot together.

“There’s another thing…” Amber almost dragged out the words, hesitant.

I wiped my mouth as I glanced at her. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Trista set-up this fundraiser for tonight… and we sort of added your name there. Well, you and Lindsey’s.”

I froze.

“What the f*uk did you guys do this time?” Lindsey and I barked out together.

Amber held her hands up. “Holy shit! Calm down! It’s not that big of a deal. You guys only need to spend the rest of the party with the winner. That’s all.”

“What if the winner is a skeezeball? Can I just dump him on you then?” Lindsey arched her brow at Amber.

“Don’t be mean—it’s for sick kids, you guys!!!” Amber pleaded when we stared her down. “It’s your cause, too. You love those children,” she directed at me.

Major, total guilt-trip.

Of course those kids meant a great deal to me. I spent an hour almost on a daily basis at the hospital. I also knew about Trista’s fundraiser, but when we spoke about it, she was talking about winning game consoles and ipods—not a win ‘a date for the rest of the party’ idea.

“Yeah, why don’t you add those sweet angels in before I can throttle you, huh?” Lindsey slid off the stool and stretched her limbs, yawning as she did so. “Come on, Miss Barbie. Get that pretty ass of yours ready in fifteen minutes. You have a date tonight!”

Amber squealed with delight. “So excited!!! Emma’s going to make us a lot of money at the auction.”

“Dude—are you implying that I’m a fug?” Lindsey perked up.

Amber simply rolled her eyes and kept on smiling. “Oh, shut up! We don’t need to inflate your ego, please. I was just thinking that Carter would rather drain that trust fund of his before letting another win his Emma.”

He wouldn’t. I doubt Carter was going to bid since I’ve been avoiding him like a plague after my birthday ‘celebration’.

“Good luck on that mission. That shithead has four trust funds.”

“Why four?” Amber wondered out loud.

“One from my grandmother’s, one from my mother’s, one from my father’s and one from our aunt and uncle,” Lindsey nonchalantly said. “I have four, too, but his is so much more since he’s a guy and all.”

I had known the three Montecito grown girls had trust funds. It’s odd, but when they start talking about ‘rich kid subjects’ like this one, I stayed mum.

Amber snorted. “No wonder Cece’s so in love with him.”

Lindsey stiffened at the mention of Cece’s name. I remembered Trista telling me about what Lindsey had learned about Cece and Brody back in Aspasia. “I would kill that bitch first before she got near my grandmother’s ring!”

That made me stiffen. Oh, fudge cakes!

“Don’t be too harsh on her, Linds. She was your best friend once,” Amber reasoned at the spitfire before us.

Lindsey’s eyes were feral when Amber said the bad juju word, best friend. “That bitch slept with my brother behind my back!”

Amber seemed oblivious to the furor she unleashed out of our dark-haired friend. “The entire school wanted to sleep with Carter. Heck, I knew a few teachers who tried to seduce him. So, you can’t really blame her for that.”

“I could get over that. But what I can’t forgive is her conniving pu**y f*uking Brody, too! Right after I told her I was in love with him! That skank declared war when I saw her f*uk Cooper in Tahoe.”

Amber looked like she didn’t know what to say while Lindsey looked like she was out for blood. Thank goodness Trista cheerily strode in with a smile. “So true! Carter’s crazy hot! Ms. Vasquez was too eager to show him just how much!”

“My high school Spanish teacher?!” Lindsey screeched.

“Yes, doll.”

“She gave me an A…” Lindsey whispered, as if recalling all of her grades in her head. I’m sure she was already evaluating how many of her teachers were giving her awesome marks because they fancied her brother.

Lindsey was scary smart. She never got any letter other than an A. She shouldn’t even question it.

Lindsey glared expectantly at us. “f*uk! I hate this shit! Once and for all, tell me if any of you guys slept with Carter, too? Anything sexual, regarding my brother, spit them out now!”