inked, all look like alpha assholes, except a slight change in the stereotype—they’re in the kitchen, and they’re cooking … with their sons.
I have to say, at the very least, they’re amusing and seem to be very close, which I surmised by the experiences at The Bean with all but three of them.
They don’t even act like they’re doing this in front of probably a million followers; they’re all extremely relaxed. You can hear the females in the background, poking fun at them, and see the way they look at them with fondness.
Whoever’s taping is also male, and his commentary is a bit amusing, too.
One of the females gasps, “Oh my God.”
Another woman laughs. “I’ve gotten used to it over the years. And I can’t say it bothers me that your dad gets hotter as he ages.”
One of the men looks at her and winks. “Back at ya, baby.”
The commentator chuckles. “Someone wants to know who the, and I quote, ‘blond twink with Big Daddy’ is.”
“Twink?” one of the guys, who was high at The Bean that first night, huffs, pulling his shirt up and flashing his abs at the camera. “Baby, don’t kid yourself.”
“Max!” a woman yells, but you can tell she’s trying not to laugh.
“Well, I guess that did it. Team Big Daddy and Hot”—the commentator chuckles—“Blond just got all sorts of love.”
Someone clears their throat, and the recording swings toward him.
Patrick.
“Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?” He reaches behind himself and pulls his tee-shirt completely off.
Of course he has a beautiful body, too.
When a chair screeches beside me, everyone looks back and gasps. Then I watch as all the devices turn off, including the teacher’s.
A bag drops to the floor, and then a smooth, whispered, raspy voice says, or sings, “Almost makes you wanna change teams, huh?”
“Pig,” I whisper back, and he laughs as he sits right next to me.
The chair on the other side of my normally empty row, in the back, away from all the testosterone, bitches, and backbiters, is pulled out, and I look over.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Savannah,” JT Steel says as he sits down.
I roll my eyes. He does the same thing in return. Then he leans forward, like right in front of me, and whispers to Patrick, “This is bullshit. She shouldn’t be alone.”
“I’m right fucking here.” I push on his chest to move him out of my fucking face, and his eyes nearly bug out of his head. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, brute. I actually like it back here alone, so move.”
When his paw covers my face, but not touching me, I want to bite him. Instead, I try to push it away, unsuccessfully.
“One of us needs to switch homerooms. And I’m thinking that should be you. And yeah, I’m cock blocking for a purpose.”
“How about move seats, asshole?” I sneer, and he moves his hand.
Patrick looks at his phone, a smirk in place, his eyes dancing in shades of green, outsparkling the brown. “Looks like we all have class together next. Let’s talk to her before we do that. But I’m telling you, JT, Truth’s more bad ass than you give her credit for.”
“Shouldn’t have to be,” he huffs, sits back and, like a big … very big old baby, he pouts.
“Don’t forget; she’s the one who got herself kicked out of our last school. Straight up, Justice, she’ll tell us what she wants.”
“Wait, Truth and Justice?” I can’t help but ask.
Justice gives me the side-eye, and Patrick chuckles.
“What are you laughing at? You got screwed.”
“I love my name, Savannah. Happens to be my mom’s surname. I’m carrying all the family love in my name.”
“Savvy,” I snap.
“You still give me Savannah feels.”
“Why the hell—”
“Don’t ask, Savannah. You’ll just be opening up a big ass can of crocodiles.”
“It’s worms,” I correct the misuse of the term.
“Sure it is.” JT smirks … but only for a second.
Walking into Women’s Studies class, I am sure this is one freaking class that Patrick Steel won’t be walking into, as he has every one of my classes so far today. The only place I didn’t see him was lunch, which I spent in the library to avoid anymore of Chloe’s whispered I’m sorrys. I mean, whatever, get over it, and stop making me feel like I should be embarrassed. I didn’t try to make out with my roommate, for fuck’s sake, I think as I sit in my seat.
Of course, Chloe sits next to me,