cafeteria, and I’m happy she’s momentarily distracted so I don’t have to talk about my ex.
Douchebag.
“Is there a guy here you haven’t dated?”
I force a giggle. “There are lots, but I’d rather gouge my eyes out than kiss any of them.”
She nods. “I know, right? But there must be someone.”
She’s still scoping out the room, her eyes hungry for the next Mr. Livingston.
“Well, there’s Levi,” she says after a minute, pointing at him from across the cafeteria. He’s got his drumsticks out—like always—and is patting a beat against his legs. His smile is pretty cute. But he’s two years younger, so I’m surprised Keira mentions him at all.
“He’s a sophomore.”
“Yeah, but look at him. He’s got the muscles, the eyes, and the hair. He plays the drums. And I mean look at his feet. If anything you’ve got something very satisfying to look forward to.”
I burst out laughing, which isn’t very attractive, but I can’t help it. “Why don’t you take a stab at him, then?”
“I already have three boyfriends. A fourth will complicate things.”
And three isn’t complicated. Yeah. Sounds like Keira. I shake my head. “I don’t think Levi is my type.” Yeah, my type watches Spider-Man documentaries and wears a Star Wars keychain.
“Fine. We’ll find a shrimp for you.” She straightens in her seat to scan the room again.
“There’s a lot more pickin’s for you in this department.” She laughs. “I mean, have a go at anyone at the Dungeons and Doofus’ table.”
I get to my knees to get a better look at the scrawny nerds, all leaning over their game board. I don’t let anyone know of course, but I could totally whoop their butts at D&D, and I kind of want to.
I give a fake shudder as I settle back down in the booth. “I think I threw up a bit.” Total bull.
Keira giggles and takes another sip of her drink. “Well, let me know which one you want to deflower. I’ll make a public announcement.”
I chuck my crumpled napkin at her.
“Shut up.” I grimace at her before getting up and walking to the main cafeteria doors. The guys we hang with are grouped there, and I’d much rather talk to them than her right now.
I only make it about three steps before I hear my name being shouted across the room.
“Yo! Zoe!” Levi jogs up, jamming his drumsticks in the side pocket of his khakis. “Hey, I heard you and Cody broke up.”
Subtle.
“What gave you that idea?” I ask, the sarcasm soaking my tone as I gesture to the tongue-dancing across the room.
He smiles. Wowza. He’s pretty smoking hot actually. My stomach does a little flip, but it’s a somersault compared to the backhand spring I get when Zak smiles. Darn boy.
“You okay? You want to talk about it?”
I glance behind him at Keira, who winks at me. Word around here spreads faster than the Enterprise at Warp-10. I’m sure our conversation was heard by twenty people around us, catching up to Levi within seconds. Hence, why he stands in front of me, waiting to be rebound boy.
I flick my gaze to Cody, who’s glaring at me. I get a sick satisfaction from his anger. It’s like I can punish him by throwing myself at someone else.
“I don’t really want to talk,” I say, taking a step closer to Levi, making my intentions clear. He raises his eyebrows, and his mouth pops open in audible shock.
“Uh, wh-what do you want to do then?”
Get back at the dickwad who attacked me.
I roll my eyes and get on my tippy toes to reach him. I smack a gooey kiss on his lips and pull him close.
The only thing going on in my head right now is the look I imagine on Cody’s face. I bet he’s seething at my public display with some kid I’ve talked to maybe twice in my whole life.
I know I’m a total bitch for using Levi like this. But that’s who I am in school. A bitch. A bitch who gets asked out and ogled and fawned over. A complete act that’s getting easier and easier the longer I’m in it.
I don’t