For like ever.
Those two are constantly fighting and making up. I never know from one day to the next if they're together or not.
Who needs, or better yet, wants all that drama?
I sure as hell don't. I try to keep my life as drama free as possible.
I'm going to let you in on a little secret I've discovered about the girls at this school- they genuinely seem to thrive on all the gossip, he-said-she-said BS, constant backstabbing, and petty arguments. Oh, and then there's my personal favorite- defriending. Actually, I've met girls from other schools and they're just as bad. So, yeah, I'm definitely not into having one of those for my very own.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I glance over my shoulder as I take another giant gulp of beer. Natalie has found her way over to a large group of scantily clad giggling girls.
I’ll be honest, I don't get it. It's October and it's pretty damn cold. They can't possibly be warm standing around outside like that.
For just a moment, I study them en masse. Sometimes it feels like I'm an anthropologist observing the social interactions of some strange primitive culture. If you watch carefully enough, you'll start to understand the social hierarchy and intricate dynamics of the group. It doesn't take long to figure out who the highest and lowest ranking members are. And then they all stand around flipping their hair, rolling their eyes, and laughing obnoxiously.
Through careful observations, I've come to realize that this is an attempt to gain attention from the male species that surround them. The only thing worse than that is when they start drinking, get all sad bastard, and then proceed to bawl their eyes out because the guy they're crushing on this week doesn't return their ardent affection. Ugh. I've been on the receiving end of that one way too many times to count. It sucks major ass.
Now don't get me wrong, I love the ladies. I really do, I just don't have much use for all the crap that comes with them. Outside of the physical, I find them completely exhausting.
Natalie must sense my gaze because she suddenly turns, glancing in our direction. Ignoring Max (as is standard operating procedure for most girls he knows), she meets my eyes before giving me a coy little smile and wave. My lips lift in return before I salute her with my red plastic cup.
See? No fuss, no muss. No misplaced expectations or demands. And that, my friends, is why Natalie pretty much tops my go-to list.
"Yep, she's cool."
Which is exactly why this relationship works out so well between us. I have zero interest in being tied down. And Natalie knows better than to bring it up. Once I catch even a whiff of - "Parker, I want us to be exclusive" I cut them loose. I have way too much going on with football and lacrosse for that shit. Not to mention school.
Ugh.
The mere thought of school has me draining the rest of my cup in one thirsty gulp. But tonight is Friday night. And we just pummeled Kennsington, spanking their asses good. And I've just spent a little time with Natalie Cosgrove who has once again proven (with flying colors, I might add) why she's my number one girl. Life is pretty good and I'm not about to let thoughts of school kill the nice buzz I'm working towards.
I hold up my plastic cup to the group at large. "Going for a refill."
Max joins Adam and Will's conversation as they discuss the football game blow by blow. Actually, it was a pretty sweet game. Coming off a win always feels amazing.
I'm just turning away from the keg with a full cup of golden deliciousness when some chick literally crashes into my side. I hear her small cry of surprise which quickly morphs into displeasure as half my beer spills down the front of her. Because her head is tilted downward, I'm not able to see her face. Only the long blond hair that cascades over it. Gingerly she touches the now soaked fabric, holding it away from her flesh as it continues to drip onto the ground between us.
Acting on instinct, I snatch the towel that's lying next to the keg and immediately start mopping the front of her sweater. The moment my hand makes contact, her head whips up just before her eyes skewer mine with a death glare that almost shrivels my balls.
Almost.
Luckily for me I'm made of sterner stuff than that.
"Please, just stop. You've caused enough damage already."
Amused by the attitude rolling off her in thick heavy waves, I tilt my head just a bit as my hand falls slowly back to my side. "What happened was an accident. And for the record, it was you who slammed into me. Not the other way around."
Her mouth drops open as her eyes widen. "Are you being serious right now?"
Hmmm, her eyes are really kind of amazing. A bottle green. With hints or flecks of gold dancing around within them. I step just a bit closer wanting a better look. She cranes her neck as I purposely invade her space. She can't be more than five foot three at the most. I bet I have a good seven inches on her.