Part 18 (1/2)

”Hey, loser.”

”Chick, your dad is dating my mom, and you couldn't tell me? I get that Jayden wants me to feel all gross inside and loves f.u.c.king with me, but you? I expected a call.”

”What?” she asks, and I pause.

”You know our parents are dating, right? He just asked me if it was okay.”

”What!” she shrieks and then the phone goes dead.

Huh. Guess she didn't know.

Shrugging my shoulders, I head back to the Bullies' house and run back down the stairs to my room, falling face first into the bed again. I want to sleep, I do. But then I sit up and I'm texting Avery.

Me: Someone just asked me if they could date my mom.

Avery: I thought you had a dad.

Me: I do. They are divorced. Sorta.

Avery: Oh. Sorry, and that's sweet. Is he nice?

Me: No big and yeah, he's my coach.

Avery: Oh cool. I hope it works out.

Me: Me too.

Me: Don't know why I texted you that.

Avery: Duh, because I'm constantly on your mind.

She adds a winky face and I grin.

Me: That's exactly it.

Avery: Wow. I'm surprised I said that. I'm not full of myself like some people.

Me: You should be. You're hot.

Avery: Don't have to suck up, Jace. I'll more than likely have s.e.x with you again.

Me: Um, who said anything about s.e.x, you freak?

Avery: lol, whatevs.

Me: And get used to it.

Avery: Used to what?

Avery: Being a freak?

Avery: I think I got that in the bag.

I grin as I shake my head.

Me: Believe me, you do, but I mean get used to me telling you how gorgeous you are.

Me: Because someone as exquisite as you needs to be told daily how beautiful I think you are.

Avery: ...

I laugh out loud, but it turns into a yawn as I type back.

Me: What's up with the dots?

Avery: Oh sorry, I'm swooning.

Me: So dots mean swooning?

Avery: For you they do.

Me: ...

Avery: ...

Sending her a winky face emoticon, I place my phone on the nightstand and close my eyes. I have at least two hours for a good power nap, and nothing is going to prevent me from getting those hours. I have to be refreshed and ready to devour Avery after her gig. I have so much planned for our first date that we aren't calling a date because she doesn't do labels. I can't wait. But first, sleep. I need sleep. Just then my phone starts to ring with Jayden's ringtone.

d.a.m.n it! Can I get a break here?

”h.e.l.lo?”

”Way to go, loser. Coach wanted to talk to Baylor on his own.”

”My bad,” I mumble.

”Yeah, she's freaking the h.e.l.l out, yelling at me for keeping it from her and yelling at him for not talking to her first. So, thanks.”

”Anytime, I love making your life h.e.l.l.”

”Whatever. Did you throw up a bit in your mouth? I hope you did. I hope you imagined him banging our mother.”

”Oh my G.o.d, you douche.” He laughs at that as I gag.

”Gross, right? He's my father-in-law, for G.o.d's sake!”

”So gross,” I say and then I pause. ”Ha, you'll be married to your sister if they get married.”

”f.u.c.k you,” he says and I laugh harder.

”Don't hate 'cause you're banging your soon-to-be sister.”