Never His Girl (Kings of Cypress Prep #2) - Rachel Jonas Page 0,50
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“Which is the problem. He told me,” I reiterate. “I can’t trust West further than I can throw him right now.”
She shrugs again and I feel like she’s missing the point.
“So, you don’t think this girl is capable of doing this? Setting him up, then bribing him to make sure he keeps his mouth shut?”
I give her question some thought. If I’m being completely honest, of course I think Parker’s capable. That bitch has had it out for me since the moment West made me a target. From there, shit between us only became more personal. Now, since West planted that seed about her leaking the video, I find myself wanting to get at her even more than usual. So, yeah, I think she’s capable. But the problem is, when I consider the source of my information, I’m uncertain again. I mean, this is West I’m dealing with.
And let’s say Parker did post the video. Is there really some cryptic reason West would cover for her? Or is it simpler than that?
He doesn’t like to own it, but there’s history between these two. It’s possible that, if Parker is to blame, he’s not giving her up because there’s still some loyalty between them. Whether it has more to do with some bullshit North Side code, or… he still has a soft spot for her.
I’ve wondered what would’ve happened in his hotel room that night if I hadn’t shown up to interrupt whatever he and Parker were up to. Maybe he isn’t as over her as he claims to be.
“I knew she had something to do with it,” Jules states when I take too long to answer. “As soon as you told me she’d been in the room, my gut said it was her. Now, I may be biased because West is hot as hell, but I studied those pics of you two. The ones Pandora shares of him trying to show you he’s serious, and…”
I peer up when she pauses, listening more closely now.
“I don’t know, BJ. I think he’s being real.”
Her words weigh heavy on my heart. She loves me more than most, which is why I listen to her more than I listen to most.
“I suppose we’ll see about all that,” I say with a sigh, “but there’s still a shitload of conversation to be had.”
She doesn’t argue with me on this point.
“Me and West have still never gotten down to the heart of our first issue, before this new issue came up.”
My stomach churns, thinking about how I was on his shit list from day one. A girl doesn’t just forget that. And I can’t speak for anyone else, but I’m owed one hell of an explanation and an apology.
“I feel you,” Jules finally agrees. “But I still say you should let him go down on you one more time. Just to see if that helps make your decision any clearer.”
“Oh, gosh,” I say, cutting into her sentence. “Go home, Jules. Take a cold shower or three, and I’ll call you tomorrow,” I tease.
“You better.”
I turn the corner, and with our house now in view, I catch up with Scar. I don’t interrupt the text conversation between her and Shane that has her grinning from ear-to-ear. Mostly because Jules’s suggestion has me reliving that night with West this past weekend. The one where, I swear, I saw stars. And may have even touched one.
He blew my mind, and that’s putting it mildly.
In that room, in that moment, I forgot about all the wrong he’d done and only knew I wanted him. Bad shit and all.
I’m feeling super tense now, knowing West and I aren’t in a place where I can just call him up like, “Hey! You should come hang out for a bit. And, while you’re here, we may as well put my bed to good use”.
But OMG do I want to.
While I’m sure he’d be more than willing to oblige, I’m not willing to compromise. He will not touch me again until I have answers.
“Ugh! What’s that smell?” Scar screeches, jarring me from my thoughts as soon as she unlocks the back door. Her question hits me half a second before the nasty odor does. Then, it doesn’t take long to figure out where it’s coming from.
“Fucking Mike,” I groan loudly, dropping our leftovers on the kitchen table before sprinting toward the living room.
The TV’s blaring with sports highlights from today’s game, and my gem of a father is passed out in the middle of