me to start paying attention to this lecture if you don’t talk.” He yawns loudly.
“Oh, dear lord!” exclaims the brunette in front of us, throwing her hands in the air in aggravation before turning over her shoulder. “Will you two ever shut up?!”
Her ponytail, which is tightly bound on her head, and her dark-rimmed glasses poised to the brim of her nose make her look twice her age and just as stern. She’s wearing a light-beige grandma sweater, which is a little bit ridiculous since it’s still late August and eighty degrees outside. If the girl was going for an unflattering and dull look, she hit the nail on the head with her choice of wardrobe and hairdo, which is a shame, since she isn’t that hard on the eyes.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Were we too loud for you?” Easton feigns concern with his open palm to his chest. Always with the dramatics this one.
“As a matter of fact, yes, you were. Some people here actually came to learn, not listen to you two bickering like an old married couple,” she scolds, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
“Too bad for you, I’m not one of those people.” Easton shrugs unapologetically, back to his dark, who-the-fuck-cares persona.
The black look she throws at him only deepens as she white-knuckles the pen in her hand, pointing toward him in a way that looks like she wants to poke his eye with it.
“Just keep your conversation to yourselves, will you?”
“Why? You were the one eavesdropping on us, not the other way around.”
The girl’s brown eyes become two large saucers, bugging out to the point that not even her glasses could keep them contained on her face.
“I was not eavesdropping! For me to do that, the two of you would need to have a coherent conversation. Not grunt and cackle every few seconds,” she snaps enraged.
“For a girl who says she’s here to study, you sure do pay a lot of attention to strangers’ intimate conversations,” Easton argues, stretching his legs once more onto the empty seat next to her, his boots inches away from the angry girl’s face.
“Just keep it down.” She tries again, ignoring the boots swaying left to right beside her head.
“No promises, your highness. Now be a good girl and turn around. You’re boring me.”
She rolls her eyes before straightening forward, but both Easton and I hear her loud and clear when she mumbles ‘asshole’ beneath her breath.
Damn it. She really shouldn’t have said that.
Easton, never being one to let anyone have the last word, takes his feet off the headrest to lean right into her. Her back is visibly stiffened by his move, which makes his menacing grin split his face in two. He then pulls at her ponytail to bring her head back, making her gasp out sharply, and putting his mouth right next to her ear, he says, “You know, if you ever want to remove the stick up your ass, I could deal with that problem for you. A few orgasms will definitely relax that stiff upper lip.”
“I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last man on Earth,” she snarls with a hostile stare, leaving no misinterpretation about her thoughts when it comes to my best friend.
“Ah, isn’t that precious. Baby, all I have to do is snap my fingers, and you’d come running. They all do, so what makes you any different?”
She lets out a loud scoff as she looks him dead in the eye.
“You wish. Not everyone wants a piece of Easton Price.”
“And yet, you know my name, whereas I have no clue about yours. Nor do I care. I don’t need a name to make you see God, sweetheart. Too bad for you, I don’t fuck uptight bitches.”
“And too bad for you, I don’t screw entitled assholes. Guess we both lucked out,” she rebukes, turning her head away, forcing him to let go of her hair.
“Feisty. Maybe I was wrong.” Easton sinisterly laughs out in amusement. “Maybe you wouldn’t be a lousy fuck after all. As long as you brought those claws with you, we could have a go at it. What do you say? Want to find a janitor’s closet and put it to the test? I’m bored, and you seem like you need a good fuck. Don’t worry. I won’t turn the lights on.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she retorts without missing a beat. “As I said, you’d be the last guy in all of Ashville I’d ever be alone